Halone, the Fury
1. How protective is your character over their possessions and/or loved ones?
2. How stubborn is your character?
3. Is your character more defensive or offensive when in battle?
Menphina, the Lover
4. How difficult is it to earn your character’s love?
5. Does your character separate love and sex or do they tie them together?
6. How romantic is your character?
Thaliak, the Scholar
7. When it comes to formal education, does your character have any goals?
8. Does your character enjoy reading? If so, what kind of books?
9. How important is education to your character?
Nymeia, the Spinner
10. Does your character believe in fate?
11. Do you think your character is lucky or unlucky? What do they think?
12. Describe an instance where your character experienced a direct consequence of the ‘butterfly effect’.Llymlaen, the Navigator
13. Is there a place they haven’t seen that they wish to see before they die?
14. Favorite place in they’ve been to?
15. How adventurous is your character?Oschon, the Wanderer
16. Does your character feel like they have a purpose in life? If so, what?
17. Does your character ‘go with the flow’ or do they tend to follow their own path?
18. Most influential place in their life they ‘wandered into’?
Byregot, the Builder
19. Does your character have any constructive hobbies?
20. Does your character enjoy the arts? If so, what kind?
21. Do they tend to get thigs done themselves, or do they rely on others?
Rhalgr, the Destroyer
22. At the peak of their fury, do they tend to be destructive? If so, how?
23. Do they tend to destroy themselves or those around them?
24. Would your character sink a ship if it meant dragging their enemies down with them?
Azeyma, the Warden
25. In general. how curious is your character?
26.Do they mind their own business or are they nosy when it comes to other’s affairs?
27. Dscribe a situation where curiosity got them in trouble.
Nald’thal, the Traders
28. How materialistic is your character?
29. Is your character frugal or do they tend to be extravagant?
30. Is there something they’d trade anything for? If so, what?
Nophica, the Matron
31. How connected is your character to nature?
32. Does your character hold any respect for those who work the land?
33. Does your character respect nature, or wuld they stomp on it if it meant their benefit?
Althyk, the Keeper
34. If they could go back in time, would your character change anything in their past? If so, What?
35. Does your character live in the moment or do they tend to be stuck in the future/past?
36. How does your character kill time?This looks like something interesting to do. 😀
~*Alexois Dubeltaire*~
~*Stefan Delvanguard*~
~*Lancefer Aurifore*~
~*Destiney Delvanguard*~
Lance was ready now to take back what he had said about her not being crazy as she propelled herself forward with a bit of magic. Granted it was a good kind of crazy. The kind that was often more fun then actually crazy. He laughed as he watched her getting away from him much easier now with the magical assistance.
He moved to sprint to try an not to lose her completely. Granted sprinting in armor was tiring but he was determined to keep at least from losing too badly. Though his sprint did slow a moment as he passed that deepeye in the snow. Those little feet kicking in the air. If he had had the breath to laugh right then instead of keeping up, he would have. It was a funny sight to see. He would at the very least have a story to tell someone later at the very least. For now he needed to try to catch up some even if he would never catch her with magic to help her. At times like now he wished he had been trained with some magic skill.
By the time the knight had reached her there was quite a gathering. Blots of ink speckling white as crows wandered about and rolled around in the powdery snow. In the midst of it all Svanielle was crouching down near one of the sparse bushes, delicately removing fresh green sprigs and slipping them into her satchel.
A crow would look to Lance before calling out and alerting the other blackbirds to raise their heads. This also prompted the woman to turn to him with a bright smile.
“Oh, you actually caught up! I’ll to admit Ser I never had a knight last for that long.”
So many crows. He blinked in surprise and tried not to be alarmed. The birds actually had seemed to be enjoying themselves in the snow. Not to mention the fact that Svan did not seem the least bit worried about their presence. If they were not harming anything there was no real reason for alarm. Not that their gazes in his direction were comfortable. It was like being the center of attention in a crowded room.
Well if that was how it would be… He could easily pretend this was a crowded room with a bunch of other upper class people staring him down. Simply ignore them and let them have their fun. They weren’t hurting anything by staring. His gaze went to Svan and he grinned as he caught his breath for the moment.
“I work out pretty regularly.” He said as he was careful not to kick or step on any of the crows as he made his way over to where Svan was removing some sprigs with delicate precision. “You seemed to have attracted quite the audience too. Friends of yours?” He meant it in jest mostly since he didn’t know how true those words would end up being. “I can help if you wish or at the very least stand guard while you work. Would allow you to work without worry anyways.”
Angels and Demons
( @sorenspath )
Destiney sat there at the table in Soren and Lloire’s kitchen. Notebook and various writing and drawing stuff spread out. A snack towards the center with a glass of juice. Her shoulder was stiff but healing from the arrow she had taken. The second round of medicine that Soren had left for her had been taken. Of course she could have healed her own injury by now that she was better recovered. But was it worth it?
A heavy sigh as she stretched a little bit before picking up a pen to begin writing. The thoughts had been on her mind since last night when she had come to Soren dying. Fingers went to her lips for a brief moment. Remembering that startling kiss he had used to shock her back awake. The apologies and words exchanged after she was out of danger. How much would change between them since their heart shredding fight even though they had apologized to one another… Would things be the same or would they alter? She wasn’t sure but at least she still had had him as her precious friend even if not as anything more. Yet she still wished to write in her journal on the thoughts that had been swirling in her head since.
An odd pairing to be true. What had drawn the angel to such a dark and troubled soul? How was it that two such opposite creatures had become so close? So entangled in each other.
An Angel. Come to explore the world and all it had to offer. Curiosity that burned so bright. Only to be wounded and trapped by the monsters that were eager to devour such a warm and brilliant light.
Alone with broken wings. Threatened to be consumed by the darkness. The angel felt so terribly alone. Yet there were some monsters not so eager to devour such a creature. Curiosity called to them to this beautiful creature of light.
Yet one stood out more then the other monsters who she managed to befriend. One who made her feel like more then some shiny jewel to be guarded like treasure. One whom she began to feel closer towards then the other few monsters who chose to pay attention to her without harming her. A monster with green tattoos on his face.
That monster protected her from those that meant her harm. Watched over her from a distance at first. Yet something about her drew him in like a moth to a flame. Her light was a temptation he couldn’t resist. So he drew closer to her despite knowing what she was. Despite knowing they were like opposite sides of a coin.
Something about his particular darkness drew her in. She wanted to be a light for him. For this monster… He made her feel safe and happy. For the first time since she had been injured she truly felt safe when he was around.
Together they were stronger. The angel healed his wounds and offered his tormented soul bits of peace. While he protected and sheltered her from the very monsters who wanted to devour her. There was a sort of harmony to the balance they brought each other.
Together they were so much more. Light and dark didn’t matter. Angel and monster didn’t matter. Together they were special. They were whole and they were as close as two friends could be. That was what mattered most. That they had each other no matter what the world threw at them.
Destiney yawned as she traded in her pen for things to begin drawing. She wanted to make a picture to go with this. Something about it felt right. Felt proper. She wasn’t the best at art. Nor did she know is she would ever show anyone what she wrote or drew. Yet all that mattered was the peace of mind doing this had given her.
As she finished she set her head down on the table. Her mind had been too full with thoughts to have slept well despite her injury. Now that she felt spent… Now all she wanted was to sleep again. Soren would probably sigh and shake his head that she was choosing to take a nap at the table. Probably should have closed her journal even so he wouldn’t see. Sleep however was stronger. Her eyes drifted close with a warm smile on her face.
Chibi Muses & Mun
I did Dest and Lance a while back. Though this time it appears now the thing is Muse and Mun. So I added Alexois and Stefan as well. So all my current kiddos and myself. (Though sadly there were no spears for Alexois to have his proper weapon of choice.)
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Spirit of the Warlock 