The Chief
The Elders
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The Secondary
Eilkahn Glimmergaunt
Race: Full Shifter Second Form: Tiger Age: 21 Description: Eilkahn is a tough person who is not afraid to take chances, while her intelligence, thoughtfulness, dedication and diplomacy have earned her respect and recognition as one of the better warriors in the tribe. This shifter has a very scientific mind, which means that she will think of every out-come and weigh the pros and cons of each. Which has given her a healthy dose of skepticism, which usually provides a command asset in dealing with new situations. Eilkahn likes to put herself to something that is difficult to learn, and she will not stop doing it until she has it down to a T. All in all it can be said about this shifter is that she is dedicated to her Tribe and would rather go down with it rather then running away. She is selfless, caring, but also strong and difficult when she has to be with others. She hardly ever takes no as an answer when she knows she must do something to make sure her people and herself thrive. Roleplayed by: Eilkahn |
The Guiders
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____________Arteaux ______________
Race: Full Elfy Age: Approx. 23 Description: Arteaux. That’s his name. If he ever had a different one, he doesn’t know. He’s nothing. No one. Not really. He’s a Guider, but that is all. Nothing more. Never anything more. He can’t become anyone or anything else as he isn’t allowed to. Suppressed and trained only for one specific purpose, he has no free will anymore. He was found, sick and dying outside the Tribe. When he was cured and awoke, he had absolutely no memory. He couldn’t even talk or move at first either. Those things came back to him over time, but nothing else. |
Those in power decided to use this to their advantage. They gave him a name and taught him all there was to be taught of the Tribe and what it meant to be a Guider. He had the aptitude for one. It very possible but never spoken of that he had most likely, at one time, had been a Guardian. But they shaped and molded his mind to their ways. They taught him how to protect. They taught him to serve and defend. He became a subservient creature pandering to the Tribe's every whim and order. And he does it willingly. He knows nothing else but the simple order to obey. He came to them with no inhibitions, no memories, no ties to anyone or anything. Now he is tied and bound to the castle and its members. He is inferior in their eyes but loves it. He loves it for it is all he knows. Arteaux is often drawn to matters of simple logic. It might be a mere childish trait, his revulsion for complication and an affinity for black and white. But it’s simply the way he is. He seeks understanding, a limited amount of understanding to be sure. He wants to know things, but seems to hate the answers. He wants to know about himself, but is reluctant to make any discoveries. He doesn’t know what he will find if he tries to learn about himself, and he fears for the result. So he learns of other things instead. Anything, everything, something: so long as it isn’t about himself. He would rather stay the subservient creature, the nobody, the nothing, the bodyguard, than discover what he might have been. If Arteaux was an animal, he would undeniably be a cat. Ask anyone and they would readily agree. Every movement of his is feline. Every step, every turn, every move is made with unmatched grace. His mind and body are in perfect synch, his reflexes at an incredible, heightened peak. His reaction time is instantaneous. He can turn from sleepy and docile to alert and fierce within a matter of milliseconds. He can catch and throw back arrows. He seems to be naught but a haunting, flitting shadow that glides over the ground and flickers against the walls. One minute there, one minute not. So quiet, his tread lighter than feathers. He can creep up on anyone, anything. Only certain Hunters are ever able to hear his approach. He is so still and silent, one can enter, move about, and leave a room that he occupies without ever knowing he was there. It gives him an almost ethereal quality, seeming to appear and disappear in the blink of an eye, always being where one least expects him and always vanishing when one looks his way. He’s flighty, feisty, and very independent. Yes, he lives and breathes every word that commands him, but on his own, he is extremely introverted and despairingly antisocial. He sticks to the shadows and the corners, only coming out when summoned. He does his work, serves his purpose, then disappears. Like a cat. The cat will come out to hunt the mice, eat its meal, and offer a moment of company with its owner before it runs off to new places. Arteaux might run off, but he’s always within the Tribe. He never goes outside unless accompanying the leader or ordered to for whatever purpose. He has explored nearly every nook and cranny of the village, and he keeps exploring. There’s always something new to find in this place. He also has this look about him. In his wide eyes and his usually expressionless gaze. This look that he knows something, that he’s far wiser and above everyone else than he appears to be. It’s a look that demands everyone bow down before him instead of the other way around that it truly is. It is unsettling, the way he seems to command everything with a glance. How his knowing, fathomless eyes pierce right through the soul and extract the essence of it. He is grace and lithe and liquid silver, a pirouetting ghost that haunts, a cat that creeps and crouches, waiting to pounce. There is that as well. He has all this potential, all these forgotten memories, but the feelings are still there. Sometimes he feels things and doesn’t know why. Sometimes he is angry and murderous, but he doesn’t understand. This is why some fear him, why some are loathe to keep him here, and why many are so keen to control him. He is a crouched cat. Every little emotion, every feeling, bottled up, suppressed, coiled about like a coiled spring. Coiled, crouched, waiting to strike. Claws slowly sliding out from velvety paws, serpentine oculars closed to slashed lines of silvery-gray, fangs bared, hackles raised, tail lashing, ears flattened against the skull. He is dangerous, unpredictable. A crouched cat, a ticking bomb, a sleeping dragon: just waiting, watching, for the moment when he will attack. It’s hard to think of him this way. He’s such a gentle, docile creature, but appearances can be deceiving. Arteaux is always thought of gentle. Gentle, meek, quiet, compassionate. He can be a little rough around the edges. He’s very hard to commune with as he’s a very closed, withdrawn person. Despite it, he is very pleasant and a bit more optimistic than many would expect. He has all the innocence of a young child, despite the amount of blood shed by his hands. Everything is new and beautiful and intriguing to him. His curiosity can sometimes make him a bit reckless or even clueless at times, but he isn’t stupid about it. He seems utterly naïve of certain things and quite unable to understand conversation or the ‘current lingo’ or ‘cultural references’. He’s more old fashioned, delving into ancient history and literature rather then looking to the modern things. He finds the past simple in its ways and understands that far more than the complicated drama and flair of the flamboyant present his is a part of. It often frustrated him, this modern world. He’s not frustrated easily and very slow to anger. Even in battle he doesn’t display much rage of any sort. A furrowing of the brow, a concentration, a seriousness of composure, but not anger. He isn’t very temperamental and can put up with nearly everyone and everything no matter how hard they may try to press his buttons and get on his bad side. He doesn’t lash out or lose control, and he would never dream of touching a girl. Never mind the chivalry of not hitting one, he wouldn’t even touch them unless it was his duty. He treats women as if they were divine goddesses, both delicate yet strong, fragile yet unbreakable. He never appears sad and has never been known to cry. He has been known to smile though. His trademark smile is small but very heartfelt, a little fragile thing that transforms his stony face entirely. Some may call it a loving smile, but it is hard to tell what he does or doesn’t love. He doesn’t seem to quite understand the concept. Because of this, there isn’t much worry that he will ever –how to put it- take the purity of any of the girls here. He seems numb to affection anyway. So he is allowed to stay with and among the people he serves, no matter if they're female. It makes him more accessible. They don’t have to wait for him to arrive to get things done, as he is always there. They also have more control over him in that respect. Arteaux is rather harsh looking, a counter to his sweet disposition and downtrodden inferiority. He has pale skin, as though he didn’t spend much time outdoors. A little frosty of pallor, but not pale enough to be sickly or offsetting. He has a healthy enough glow to his color. His hair is pure white, the color of untainted, freshly fallen snow. It is soft to the touch, smooth and rather downy. It was once a honey brown, but turned white after he was poisoned. He has pointed ears, a common attribute of the elfy people. His eyebrows are slanted, giving him a fierce, angry look that offsets his wide, wondering eyes. The eyes themselves are a bright, silvery gray. And rather than black pupils, he doesn’t seem to have any really. They are more of a dull gray than black, occasionally blending in with the color of his irises. His nose is aquiline; sloping gently and a little sharp. He has rather sharp facial features all around. His slightly raised cheekbones and the line of his jaw give him a bit of a feline appearance. Sharp enough to be fierce but not pointed enough to look thin. More slender. Arteaux has his fair share of scars, but the most eye catching are the ones on his neck and chin. They are maddeningly unnatural, a specific design purposely placed there. Starting at the lower lip, the scar becomes two lines that meet at the base of the chin, extending further down, slightly widening, disappearing under the collar of his shirt or whatever he is wearing. It extends all the way down his chest and stomach, following the indented curvature of his muscles till it ends at his bellybutton. Three scar lines, shortening in length as they descend, cut in measured succession across his neck, in such a way that an exact half of each is on either side of the center line. Paler scars come down from the back of his neck and the start of his jaw to run down alongside the center line. These unnatural scars have raised some questions as is conceivable, but Arteaux cannot answer them, nor would he really care to if he even knew. Their origin is unknown, the meaning of them even further indiscernible. Arteaux is quite intelligent, consuming vast amounts of knowledge from reading. He likes to read. He also likes to fight, though he prefers mortal, human opponents to things like mages. At least with humans he has a chance of winning. Arteaux isn’t one for art or music, anything that is remotely involved with self-expression as he has next to none. He’s logical, precise, and simplistic. Things like emotion, things gained over years and years of development and self exploration have been utterly lost to him. He might be relearning, but he is still stuck in a single mindset. It is this mindset that truly holds him back from being whatever man he could possibly be. He doesn’t want to change it. He doesn’t want to find it. He doesn’t know what he will find when he does. Then he might not be Arteaux anymore. Then he might be someone else entirely with memories and feelings and goals and things. He doesn’t want that. Just thinking about it is too much to handle for his simple, steadfast mind. He’s happy being Arteaux. And it seems that’s who he will remain forever.
Roleplayed by: Niitari
Roleplayed by: Niitari
He was always light on his feet, strong, and very good at any physical activity he attempted. He was practically the golden elfy. He was never concerned about where life would lead him. Seeing as he found his home and has never wanted to go anywhere else, Ronan has always been a content guy. Not too shy but not outspoken either, he is a normal elfy. He has a mild temper, and can get irrationally angry if his tribe or home is threatened. He has a strong hatred for the Soaring Tribe. He was just brought up that way. His parents were normal, his home was normal, nothing was ever special about him until he was chosen to be a guider. The opportunity of a lifetime, as he believed, and he was truly pleased with it. He prefers using swords over other weapons, but is not too shabby with a javeline or other such weapons. He truly loves his home and his people and will fight for it until his dying breath. He is just content to do whatever pleases himself and the people around him. That being said, he often craves the recognition of others, and when he doesn't recieve it he can be a tad grumpy. Ronan has hair that goes just past his shoulders. It's thin, black, and straight. His eyes are a light green and his skin is slightly tinted with color. Ronan is a muscular elfy, having to be in top physical position in order to protect his people. He is an intellectual person, despite his physical strengths, and enjoys learning new things.
Roleplayed by: Araia
Roleplayed by: Araia
The Warriors
_______Falathiel________
(Fahl-ah-thee-ell) Race: Elfy Age: 22 Description: Falathiel has what polite people would call an...interesting personality. No, more like unpredictable. She can be soft-spoken, gentle, and shy for one second, then be snappy and fuming the next. Nobody really knows why she's like that, and nobody really wants to question her, either. The Bounding Tribe has learned to accept this warrior for who she is, however bipolar she might be. What the Tribe knows for sure is that she feels strongly about the rivalry between her tribe and the Soarers, and that it's a rather touchy subject to bring up around her. Some people think its because her parents went hunting together one day and never came back. |
Falathiel may believe they were assaulted by the Soarers, but nobody really knows where they went. The warrior was deeply affected by the loss, as she was so young when it happened, and it may have triggered her slightly insane personality. She has kept some distance from her tribe since then, and doesn't really include herself. The tasks a Bounder would usually perform in a group, Falathiel does alone. And she is perfectly capable of doing them. She is quite skilled in the fighting part of her warrior abilities. Her hunting is basic, but she is a quick learner, and can be very adept with anything she actually tries hard to do. Anyone who doesn't notice her pointed ears at first may mistake her for a mage, though she certainly isn't. Her hair is a more off-white than silver, and white is the color she usually wears. Nobody really knows the exact color of her eyes. Sometimes they look bicolored, one gold and one silver, while other times they are either all gold or all silver. Falathiel herself doesn't really care. She has a rather slender frame, but muscular thighs and arms are her tools of exceptional climbing. The only way she really turned into one of the strongest warriors was that she immersed herself in training after the disappearance of her parents. She is obviously not perfect. As she worked herself harder, she drew away from former friends, and at this point, she is alone. She hates pity of all kinds, and snaps at people who try to be nice to the elfy who just wakes up early, goes off to do stuff, and comes back late in the night. Many such people have tried to reach out to her in the past, but most have just given up by now. Her parents' 'abandonment' of their daughter happened nearly 10 years ago, when she was only 12 years old. But it still haunts her now, and she doesn't really know that it will ever stop.
Roleplayed by: Willow
Roleplayed by: Willow
_____ Limdur _______
(Leem-dur) Race: Full Light Manipulation Mage Age: 18 Name Meaning: Sparkling Description: Limdur is a clever warrior who knows what he's doing. Most of the time. Ever since he was deemed a bit more advanced than other Mages his age, he has worked hard to perfect his techniques and be the best at his type of magic. He has one lesser power: telekinesis. Limdur excels at this power, and sometimes tends to show off in front of other people. |
When people first look at Limdur, his black as night hair and onyx eyes usually makes them assume he can manipulate the darkness. His general power is actually light manipulation, which he still needs to practice on. When he was born, Limdur had the light of his power in his obsidian eyes, which is why his parents named him Limdur, a name that means sparkling. This fact embarrasses him, but not many people know about it. His power doesn't only limit him to bending light and creating it. He can turn it into a liquid/solid matter, but he has a lot of practice to go with that. While fighting, Limdur tends to use telekinesis more, but hopes that over time his general power will become his dominant magic. With a short, stocky build, Limdur is glad he was born into the Bounding Tribe, since he would definitely not fit into the Soaring Tribe. His nature is rather curious, actually, and he constantly wants to know more about the world around him, especially the Soaring Tribe and Regya's history.
Roleplayed by: Crow
Roleplayed by: Crow
The Trainees
Jorjia
(Je-or-jia) Race: Full Shapeshifter Second Form: Fox Age: 16 Description: Jorjia is a very foxy Shapeshifter...literally. Her other form suits both her looks and personality quite well. Jorjia was born into the Bounding Tribe, and though sly, the Trainee is loyal to them in every way. She is cunning and witty, and both hunts and fights the same way; often luring the opponent or prey into a trap rather than directly attacking them. She moves with a certain elegance that is unusual for her fairly young age. |
Jorjia has long, beautiful flowy red hair and mischievous brown eyes, and a slim body, though she isn't too short. Her features are feminine, but have a certain sharpness to them. One can almost always feel a certain energy, awareness vibe coming off of her. She's not one to daydream, though she does enjoy a good joke. Jorjia was quite a fan of playing tricks on Tribemembers whilst she was a Learner, and though she has matured quite a bit since then: those skills have come in handy. She knows her way with words, always knowing what to say. Though her temper can flare quite easily, she knows how to keep an impassive look on her face, often in the form of a smirk or knowing smile. Her tongue can be sharp, but it can also be incredibly smooth when she wants it to be.
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Roleplayed by: Frost
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Roleplayed by: Frost