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| 03 Oct 2011 06:04 PM |
Far, far along inside of the Atlantic Ocean is a island that is surrounding an abnormally large tree. Its thick roots spread out along the island, and it is filled with different swamps and large boulders. The island is cold, and a cool breeze usually whips through the leaves. This island has gone undiscovered by humans for the past 30 years, and for obvious reason. Large, looming trees block the area from the outside world, secluded from any civilization. It is fairly hard to find. It is burrowed around the middle of the Atlantic ocean where many obstacles block anyone from getting through, as if it were nature's design that the glorious area remain a secret.
What is even more interesting is what lives on this island. No humans, but lots of undiscovered species inhabit this place. Spirits, centaurs, faeries... This is why people are so interested in finding it. The island was always a myth that was told, passed down from grandmother to mother, mother to child, and so on. Scientists have been attempting to find this hidden island which is relitively east to find if you know the ways to go. And just recently; about six months ago, a young and ambitious scientist that was traveling on a boat that was trying to find the island, saw a glimpse of what he called "A large tree". After this sighting, it won't be long until the island is finally discovered. Some people have already started arriving at the island, facinated by the enchanting area. The first visitors all stood in awe of the world they knew nothing of before them. They shared photos and went home telling fantastic tales of their findings. As more people arrived, not as many were as peaceful as the others. Other scientists began wandering the area, gaining some of the creatures' trust. They planned to capturing the creatures for scientific reasons and experiments. But some of the creatures that roam this wonderous island are dangerous, and won't let scientists invade their home and try to take them away to do strange tests and attempt to find out how they ended up there, and what they are.
Welcome to Nemilest.
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Rules:
Respect me and carlygirl77. We are a true expample of epicness. No ubering/godmodding. Romance at your own risk. You must wait for approval of your CS before starting to rp. Whatever we say, goes! No trolling... Please. ^^'
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Name: A.ge: Gender: Appearence: Race: Items: Personality: Bio: Other:
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Races:
Spirit - They are able to evaporate and reappear within a reasonable amount of space. Hands go through them, and they are only able to touch any other living thing so that they scarcely feel it. Solid objects they are able to touch, not lift, but touch. ( I tried to make this non-uberish, but also so they can kinda do some things. )
Fairy - Self-explainatory.
Centaur - Half person, half horse. These creatures are majestic, and are beautiful with archery.
~ These are just basics, if you ask we might approve more races. ~ |
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| 03 Oct 2011 06:05 PM |
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Name: Estelwen Thorthadiel
A.ge: 170 ( Appears about 17 )
Gender: Female
Appearence: Her figure is slim, but lacks in any curves whatsoever. Her posture is proper and tall. Her skin is a pale color, that gives off her ghostly look due to being a bit transparent. Estelwen's soft brown hair falls around the middle of her back in very suddle waves which come across unoticable usually. Her bangs fall over her forehead, slightly covering her eyes. Two thick strands on either side of her head are pulled back into a braid, a faint pink rose clipped to the top. Her eyes are a sparkling emerald green, and large with curiousity. EStelwen's lips are thin and soft, a light pink, peachy color. Her nose is straight, and a few freckles line the bridge of her nose.
Her dress is a faint, rosy pink. A more grey kind of pink is the color of the part of the dress that goes to about the middle of her stomach. It has two straps, that go to the top of her shoulders. Small, tiny fake roses line the edge of the grey. The dress tightens a bit at this point, wrinkling as it comes back out as a more pink color. It goes around her knees, and fades into more of a gray-white color. She usually walks around barefoot and she wears a silver locket around her neck.
Race: Spirit
Items: N/A
Bio: TBR
Personality: Quiet, curious, can be mean. She is more of a quiet follower than an adventourous leader.
Other: Estelwen lacks in ability to fight, and doesn't like to. She usually lurks, and likes to greet everyone.
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| 03 Oct 2011 06:15 PM |
| (I'm going out for a while, so I won't post until later tonight) |
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| 03 Oct 2011 06:16 PM |
(I'm going out for a while, so I won't post until later tonight)
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| 03 Oct 2011 06:17 PM |
((figure it will get thrown out...but I can't Resist...it was either this or a Water Dragon...))
CS:
Name: Sul Airul A.ge: 137 Gender: Guy Appearence: he stands roughly 5ft 2in at shoulder height,While his tail takes up most of his length at 8ft 2in. his wings are somewhat oversized for him at a wingspan of 89ft 1in which lets him glide for hours without energy,his overall length including his tail is 27ft 3in. He has Briliant soft blue scales that seem to sparkle as if saphire and diamond dust was engrained into them,the scales of his underbelly from his chest down are a soft cream and made of thicker and larger plate scales. His wings are feathered with long snow white feathers,Over all his appearance makes him seem like a simple cloud while he is in the sky. His long Slender neck and smooth head keep to his streamlined form,Even his claws seem barely frightening while his tail bares little more then a four 'Wing fin' in a X shape just Before the end of his tail...
the feathers of his wings seem to very rarely fall out unless pulled,when they do though the new feathers that grow seem to be black in color before slowly turning white. The feathers themselves are Extremely soft while also being quite hard to actually break,they also in there own strange way have a slight magical property to them in the hands of a propper mage. to further this his Scales upon closer examination can be found quite valuable,as each scale itself is strong like a Gemstone while Light as paper. Though sul seems to top this with a small pack he has strapped to his right forleg that he tends to carry Various Shiny things in,though he only keeps his Prize items with him...
Race: Dragon, Special Breed
Items: His small Pack,with various shiny items he's collected. a small horde at his home...
Personality: in a few Words,Sul is Both playful and gentle. His is both curious to a fault and Fearful of beings,Usually not caring much for food he instead enjoys a little game. He Has a Habit of Hoarding anything shiny he collects,though despite these traits he still doesn't fear a full fight...
Bio: Sul lives at a Large rock outcrop not far from the island,a Old Cargoship the 'Bronze Crow' is crashed there. Sul along with a few small creatures used the Cargoship as a home,not living directly on the island. Aside from this Sul has been known to Venture Far from the island,On one occasion Having Reached Hawaii and stiring up a 'False' story or two. Other then that Sul keeps close to the Island,collecting what ever shiny things he can find...
Other: While Sul has the strength and size to Be one of the Top Predators on the island,He insted seems to enjoy a rather large Diet of fish... |
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| 03 Oct 2011 06:19 PM |
( Meh...
Accepted as long as theres no fire breathing or being extremely superior to everyone. ) |
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| 03 Oct 2011 06:25 PM |
| ((Sul doesn't Breath fire...his physical strength isn't anything ungodly,His mind is usually to relaxed and distracted to be threatening. Though his Spirit,is something else entirely...Though thats not the say he's Entirely 'tame' either,he's still a Dragon afterall...)) |
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| 03 Oct 2011 06:47 PM |
Name: Phoenix. (No one knows her full name.)
A.ge: 400. (Looks 20.)
Gender: Female.
Appearence: Dahlia has choppy, jet-black hair that reaches her waist; her bangs cover her left eye. Dahlia's eyes are dark gray, with hints of red around her pupils. She stands at around 6'3", with a very slender, voluptuous figure. Her skin is of a ghostly pallor, with many imperfections, most of them scars. She has many scars of the undersides of her forearms, on her legs, and one running from the back of her ear, winding down her arm, to the tip of her left index finger.
Clothing- Dahlia wears a dark gray tunic that reaches the middle of her thighs. She wears black leggings, tucked neatly inside her knee-high leather boots. Around her waist is a black leather belt.
Race: Elf.
Items: Black longbow, black arrows, a small knife.
Personality: Hostile, quiet. She keeps to herself. Very ill-tempered. Sarcastic, rude, cruel. In battle, she is ruthless and will do anything to kill you. (Best to stay on her good side.)
Bio: Ask her.
Other: Description of an Elf- Ugh... Um... Well... Just... The Elves that are actually tall, lithe, etc. Not the short Santa Elves.. I'm not good at describing such things. |
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| 03 Oct 2011 06:52 PM |
| (Cool.. So.. Can we start?) |
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| 03 Oct 2011 06:54 PM |
( My friend was supposed to make a CS and post it, but I guess we can start. )
Estelwen
I walk down a tree root, spreading my arms to keep my balance as it got thinner. |
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| 03 Oct 2011 06:59 PM |
(Oh, add to her items- A small obsidian flute.)
~Phoenix~
I scaled a tree, gently sitting on the branch nearest to the top, but strong enough to hold my weight. I leaned back on the trunk, sitting with my legs crossed on top of one another. I took out my flute, honing in a bird's song. I repeated it with my instrument, listening for a reply. |
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Slipwing
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| 03 Oct 2011 06:59 PM |
| Sul Was Gliding rather slowly above the island,his wings Stretched wide as he just road the winds. Making a pass around Above the large Tree's,he wasn't watching for much of anything currently. just enjoying the feel of flight,as he gave a gentle beat of his wings for a little more height a single feather came loose. fluttering towards the tree's bellow,Sul neither noticed or cared about this as he slowly banked in another turn...Glancing towards the ground for anything of intrest... |
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| 03 Oct 2011 07:06 PM |
Name: Winter Estelle
A.ge: 180 [Appears around 18-20]
Gender:Female
Appearence: Winter, has an appearance that much matches her name. A cold vibe to her, a chilling look. Her face glows with an unhealthy pale glow. Almost an opaque green, it's unclear whether her face was just naturally pale or it's due to her being a spirit. Her hair is black, a deep, natural black that would shine with a blue tint in the sun. Her hair is long, falling a little past her shoulders, to the bottom of her shoulderblades. Her hair is smooth, naturally straight. Her bangs are cut short, cut just above the bridge of her nose, concealing her eyes. Her eyes are rounded, giving an innocent look. If it weren't for the rest of her face, her eyes would be able to overpower and give her the look of a lost child. Her eyes are light blue, an icey cold blue lacking warmth and emotion. The color is drained, a washed out color of lost pigment surrounded by the dark circles around her eyes. Her eyelashes are short and thin. Her eyebrows are dark and thin, hidden behind her bangs. Her lips are almost the same shade as her pale skin, giving very little color to her face. Her lips are chapped, and are slightly tinted with red from blood escaping through the cracks in her lips.
Winter is wearing a deep red cloak, the color of pooling blood. She often keeps the hood of the cloak up, but tends to let it slip to her shoulders, despising how her brother called her 'Little Red Riding Hood' whenever she has her hood up. Under the cloak, she has a strapped, frilled dress on. The dress has inch wide straps, the dress falling to just above her knees. The dress is frilled slightly at the straps and trimmed with frill. The dress is torn around the ribcage, showing a long claw mark. Under the clawed, torn cloth, you can see the deep red bloody wound of ripped flesh. However, she very rarely moves in such a way where her wound can be seen. Around her feet and hands she has a type of medical tape wrapped carefully around her heels and palms. The medical tape is stained a bit with blood and dirt.
Race: Spirit
Items: N/A
Personality: Winter is a silent individual. Never having much to say, she often appears unintelligent, those assuming she has nothing wise to say and just keeps her mouth shut for her own good. She's a cold person, not usually seeing the bright side of things unless she's with her brother. She's wonderous and is always questioning things, never quite understanding sarcasm. At times she can erupt with emotion, the emotion being different each time, almost appearing insane.
Bio: TBR
Other: N/A
Name: Vairn Estelle
A.ge: 204 [Appears around 21]
Gender:Male
Appearence: Vairn shares a very similar to his sister, and it's easy to tell that they're related. His skin is pale, giving a more transparent look. He stands at 6'1, a tall, lanky man. He has little to no muscle build, almost starved looking. His face is gaunt, his cheeks being sunken in slightly, casting a bit of a shadow along his cheekbones. He has a pointed nose, sticking out from under his hair. His hair is black, just like Winter's. The length also seems to resemble his sister's as well. His hair falls past his eyes, halfway down his nose. His hair is shaggy, a mess that rests atop his head. His hair has a feathery feel to it, although appears to be rough and ragged. His eyes are almond shaped, giving him a more serious and mysterious look to him. His eyes are a deep brown, lit up with a loving look. His eyes hold warmth and care, an embracing sort of belonging illuminating in his eyes, making the dark bags under his eyes almost invisible. He tries to keep his hair out of his eyes, pushing his bangs back, but it never prevails. His lips are thin and chapped. There appears to be a tiny tracing of blood escaping from his chapped lips.
Vairn has on a black jacket over a grey shirt. The shirt and jacket are torn with long claw marks on the back. Under he ripped cloth, you can see the deep red coloring of his wounded skin. The back of his jacket is stained heavily with blood and he seems to not ever take notice to this. He's wearing black jean-like material for pants. The denim is torn at his right knee, revealing his knee that is scraped slightly. For footwear, he has a pair of what was once simple boots. The boots have been worn down, showing his toes and the soles worn down to almost nothing.
Race:Spirit
Items:N/A
Personality: Vairn is much different than Winter, a more pleasant fellow. Always trying to see the sun through the rain, he's a very optimistic person. He can be a bit of a wisecrack at times, just to annoy his sister, but shares her serious composure quite a bit. He's more goofy than Winter, and is more outgoing. He tends to get lost easily, and has too much pride to ever admit to being wrong.
Bio: TBR
Other: N/A
[;~; I'm trying to get used to making male characters..]
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| 03 Oct 2011 07:08 PM |
(I dunno what to beee... D: Oh, I'm going to try Chelz's method of having an opposite gender character. :D) |
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| 03 Oct 2011 07:09 PM |
| (Actually, I'll just be a male... Hawk. :3) |
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| 03 Oct 2011 07:11 PM |
| (Excuse my constant posts. I just realized that we must ask to be another creature. So, may I be a hawk? :3) |
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| 03 Oct 2011 07:14 PM |
(SORRY, Didn't realize you reposted...) CS:
Name: Maylyn A.ge: 15 (Death) (Year died: 1901) Gender: FM Appearence: She has a mousey face, and is translucent due to being a spirit. She has creamy hazel eyes, and long, chocolate brown hair to her waist. The clothes she died in consited of a short, pale grey dress with jagged edges. the sleeves were short. She was wearing a silver neckalace with the word "HOPE", and silver wolf earrings. Her shoes were brown sandles with a zig-zag pattern on the sides. Race: Spirit Items: None, currently. Personality: Translucent(A bit of a pun there...), funny, shy. She rarely appears infront of anyone. Bio: She was bron to a loving, and very rich family. When she turned fifteen, she was biking to her home, which lays near a forest. She attracted a bear, because she hada jar of honey in her bag, and the bear attacked.
She was killed, and was found with her neck slit. Other: N/A
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| 03 Oct 2011 07:18 PM |
( Chelsea.. Dang.
And Tai, I thought you were gonna be a griffin. ) |
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| 03 Oct 2011 07:20 PM |
(Well... Which is better? :P Either way, I'd like to be a guardian/messanger. :3) |
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| 03 Oct 2011 07:21 PM |
["Dang."
^_^; Does that mean I'm accepted?] |
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