Post by vagabond on Sept 18, 2014 12:23:24 GMT -7
Character Alias: Jane the Fire Dancer
www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=32625
Unalterable Google Docs version
Note: nobody outside her city knows she exsists.
She’s arriving in Rook to have an adventure, just like the stories she draws her power from.
Become a legend, slay a dragon, and have stories told about her for ages after.
She’s from one of the four kingdoms in the Federation, and is the daughter of one of the kings. You have not provided any more information about the countries that make up the federation, so I cannot go into further detail about her home.
Available Times Of Play:
Weekends, Variable time, usually am capable for most of the day. Mondays and Wednesdays, 4-10, or 8-12. Will have to leave for an hour each time, usually between 6-8. Tuesday 8-11.
A brief description of your favorite play-style:
I enjoy buffing and roleplaying, specifically interacting between characters.
www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=32625
Unalterable Google Docs version
“SHE’S MISSING!”
The lord burst through the doors into the guard chambers, a fire of rage in his eyes.
“WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER!? FIND HER!”:
The lord wasn’t a nice man, or a wise man, but what he was was a blunt and straightforward one, with a love for his daughter.
“DO SO, OR I SHALL FLAY THEE AND REMOVE YOUR HEARTS FROM YOUR CHESTS!”
He was also a strong man, with a bad habit of making death threats.
Which, admittedly, did get his royal guard bolting around, searching through the castle for the missing daughter.
“Sir, her Alchemy set is missing!”
“Sir, her whips have been taken!”
“Sir, I found a note, it states that she has been kidnapped by Revolutionaries, they say that they are taking her to Oriar.”
“Find them, and bring me their HEADS ON A SPIKE!”
The young woman closed her journal, and smiled to the stars, confident in her writing abilities and the poetic beauty of the story she wrote, and the story she had.
She knew she was about a days ride from Rook, confident in her ability to go and make a wonderful story in the City of Adventure.
A young woman stood on a curb, performing calculations.
God it was dirty.
I mean, I knew things could be dirty, but this... I swear, do these people not have propper toilets, or somewhere united to put their fecal matter?
And these half-orcs... I feel somewhat worried about their presence. I mean, yeah, they’re not part of The Enemy’s empire, but they are ALSO half-orcs...
She sighed, as she finished setting up on the curb, the Alchemy flasks laying in various places around the area, small lines of chalk on the curb keeping the half-orcs from passing over.
Showtime.
She began to sing a haunting melody ever so slowly, beginning a slow and steady circular dance...
Her whip flew out of her sleeve, as she used it to nab one of the oil flasks, throwing it up, laying down a lit tindertwig, and began to dance in the ensuing flames, entrancing those who surrounded her in her amazing, excellently choreographed dance, a iron pot in front of her performance quickly getting filled with coins. She finished up with a vial of water scattered on the ground, extinguishing the flames.
She smiled at her audience, and thanked them as she wound back up her sheaths, slipping her whips back in, and asking around if they can recommend anywhere for her to find a party, picking up her pot.
Background Information:
The lord burst through the doors into the guard chambers, a fire of rage in his eyes.
“WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER!? FIND HER!”:
The lord wasn’t a nice man, or a wise man, but what he was was a blunt and straightforward one, with a love for his daughter.
“DO SO, OR I SHALL FLAY THEE AND REMOVE YOUR HEARTS FROM YOUR CHESTS!”
He was also a strong man, with a bad habit of making death threats.
Which, admittedly, did get his royal guard bolting around, searching through the castle for the missing daughter.
“Sir, her Alchemy set is missing!”
“Sir, her whips have been taken!”
“Sir, I found a note, it states that she has been kidnapped by Revolutionaries, they say that they are taking her to Oriar.”
“Find them, and bring me their HEADS ON A SPIKE!”
The clop of hooves on the ground.
The sway of a pony under her legs.
A small amulet illuminating her book as she read in the cavern.
An adventure was beginning, in her heart, and in her soul, as she smiled, and looked up out of the cavern to the stars.
Stories. There’s a magic to them, I knew that from when I was young. Stories, Music, Dance... The magic in the movement and the people’s joy.
Now that’s a magic I love.
And that’s the magic I channels in my performances, to enchant and ensnare people into joy and happiness.
This... This was an adventure.
The sway of a pony under her legs.
A small amulet illuminating her book as she read in the cavern.
An adventure was beginning, in her heart, and in her soul, as she smiled, and looked up out of the cavern to the stars.
Stories. There’s a magic to them, I knew that from when I was young. Stories, Music, Dance... The magic in the movement and the people’s joy.
Now that’s a magic I love.
And that’s the magic I channels in my performances, to enchant and ensnare people into joy and happiness.
This... This was an adventure.
The young woman closed her journal, and smiled to the stars, confident in her writing abilities and the poetic beauty of the story she wrote, and the story she had.
She knew she was about a days ride from Rook, confident in her ability to go and make a wonderful story in the City of Adventure.
A young woman stood on a curb, performing calculations.
God it was dirty.
I mean, I knew things could be dirty, but this... I swear, do these people not have propper toilets, or somewhere united to put their fecal matter?
And these half-orcs... I feel somewhat worried about their presence. I mean, yeah, they’re not part of The Enemy’s empire, but they are ALSO half-orcs...
She sighed, as she finished setting up on the curb, the Alchemy flasks laying in various places around the area, small lines of chalk on the curb keeping the half-orcs from passing over.
Showtime.
She began to sing a haunting melody ever so slowly, beginning a slow and steady circular dance...
Her whip flew out of her sleeve, as she used it to nab one of the oil flasks, throwing it up, laying down a lit tindertwig, and began to dance in the ensuing flames, entrancing those who surrounded her in her amazing, excellently choreographed dance, a iron pot in front of her performance quickly getting filled with coins. She finished up with a vial of water scattered on the ground, extinguishing the flames.
She smiled at her audience, and thanked them as she wound back up her sheaths, slipping her whips back in, and asking around if they can recommend anywhere for her to find a party, picking up her pot.
Background Information:
Note: nobody outside her city knows she exsists.
She’s arriving in Rook to have an adventure, just like the stories she draws her power from.
Become a legend, slay a dragon, and have stories told about her for ages after.
She’s from one of the four kingdoms in the Federation, and is the daughter of one of the kings. You have not provided any more information about the countries that make up the federation, so I cannot go into further detail about her home.
Available Times Of Play:
Weekends, Variable time, usually am capable for most of the day. Mondays and Wednesdays, 4-10, or 8-12. Will have to leave for an hour each time, usually between 6-8. Tuesday 8-11.
A brief description of your favorite play-style:
I enjoy buffing and roleplaying, specifically interacting between characters.
