[Characters] Scurvy Curs

[Fragmaster01]

Here is where you make the things!

• Original thread is here, for rules and lookups and such.
• 20-point buy
• Level 5, 10,500 gp. No free traits.
• Racial prattle will come soonish.
• HP is max at first level, halved for levels thereafter. so 3.5 for d6, 4.5 for d8, and so forth.
• The Sheet Code is (SPOILERBUTTON="Character Sheet"](INDENT](NSHEET]38965(/NSHEET](/INDENT](/SPOILERBUTTON], with brackets instead of parenths, and the number of your sheet in that 5 digit slot.

 

+2 Dex, +2 Cha, -2 Wis
Medium Size
Speed 30
Climb +2, Escape Artist +2. Climb is always a class skill for Ferita.
Scent - You can sniff out things with your Perception skill.
Wiggly - +1 to Reflex.
Scamper - Ferita can perform the Accelerated Climb trick of the Climb skill at -2, rather than -5.
Tube Rats - Ferita are treated as one size smaller than they actually are for purposes of fitting in tight spaces.

 

+2 Dex, +2 Int, -2 Con
Medium Size
Speed 25
+2 Escape Artist, +2 Stealth. Escape Artist is always a class skill for Naga.
Their natural attack can do PRC damage instead of BLG(om nom).
+1 Natural AC.
Constrict - You gain +2 to CMB/CMD for grappling, and automatically deal an unarmed strike attack without AoO each round when grappling.
Scent - Sniff sniff.
Tripless - Naga don't take penalties to actions while prone, and can swap between prone and 'standing' as a swift action.

[Muggins]

 

Application Name: SUNOSE, the Iron Chef! Race: FERITA, the best race! Gender: BLUE as the sea! Age: Gimme your strongest LIQUOR, I can take it! Class: WILDER than the strongest maelstrom! Theme: VICTIMA PROPICIATORIA! Background:   My mother was a wench, and my father was lech. He ran away before I was born, and I often received my mother's scorn. Alas, she wished me to be a tailor, but I wanted to be a sailor! So when I turned twelve, I ran away, I left my life behind that day. I met sailors and pirates, and I asked if there was a place for me, but they all turned me away, saying they didn't want a trainee. So I met an old monk in a monastery, he let me practice with him, temporarily. While training he made me wear satin, and after a year, sent me back to the captain. "Yearrgh, ye be a noble squire!" the pirate said, "but we don't need ye for hire!" Dismayed, I took a job in a bar, despite my efforts, I hadn't made it far. A scruffy captain entered while I made some stew, he asked me, "my, is that your brew?" "Our chef met a tragic end," he continued, "my men are hungry; could serve in his stead?" From that day forward, I realised my dream; to be the best pirate, the most supreme! Description: Sunose, clad in silky finery and appearing completely weaponless, might seem out of place aboard a ship. To the contrary; his skills as a chef are unmatched, and just because he doesn't seem to be armed doesn't mean he is. His fur is a mix of cream and saffron, contrasting with the calm colours of his garb, and tied around his head is a green bandanna - because apparently all pirates need headgear. Although he errs on the tall side for his race, he's still as nimble as the rest of his kind. His big blue eyes match the sea, and a toothy maw reminds others that they're still dealing with a ferita - not that they could ever forget, given his behaviour. Personality: Tactless, lacking modesty and full of boundless energy, Sunose serves aboard ships as both a chef and as a self-appointed morale officer. To him, it doesn't matter how he gets his job done, so long as it gets done - sure, he prefers being gentle, but he's not beyond using force to whip people back into shape. He finds it hard to keep his nose out of other peoples' business, despite not liking other people sticking noses into his. Those who cannot keep secrets are among his worst enemies, the others being those who accidentally call him Sunrose. While he prefers making friends to making enemies, he's ruthless when the things and people he cares for are threatened - unless he's distracted, which is an unfortunately common occurrence. Somewhat selfish and naive, he'd probably be left on land if he weren't one of the best cooks on the seas. RP Sample:   "Laddie, I heard yer one of the better cooks 'round these parts," an old sailor chimed, seated at the bar. Sunose, who had taken the role of bartender that evening, scoffed. "Of course I am!" he replied, "the very best, yes, that's me." "Heard ye worked on the seas a bit 'fore coming here," the man replied, "figured out yer way about a boat, got familiar with the crew, served fine meals all the way 'til she crashed." "Oh, no, sir," Sonose said, "the ship didn't crash. Don't be daft." "What? Ye saying it were sabotage?" Midnight, a Fortnight Ago "Sunose, stop playing with the mooring! You'll get us all killed!" "..In a way, yes." "Damn shame, that," the scoundrel sighed, "but I've been meaning to ask; that hasn't put ye off sailing, has it boy?" Sunose's ears twitched, and his eyes glittered with excitement. "You mean there's another sail planned this week?" The man's only reply was a smirk. "Tonight?" "That's right." "Haha, great! Great!" he fumbled with the empty glass in his hands, then placed it upon the counter. "Where do I sign?" he asked, "where is it going? Why? Who's the crew?" "Dunno. All I know is it's going to Glastor, and they were preparing to set sail tomorrow," the man replied, "and where there's sailors, there's the need for a good, filling meal. I'd head over before they sail off." "Thank you, sir! Thank you!" Sunose chimed, scuttling off into the back room. Were it not for the smell of cheap spices and mystery meats, the air would've been more stagnant in the bar. "Milord chef, I quit!" he cried out into the room, regardless of whether his boss was inside, and departed just as quickly as he'd entered. After giving a nod, hug, handshake and cheer with his informant - not that Sunose knew the man's name, anyway - the ferita quickly gathered his belongings, setting off for the docks. He hoped he wasn't late, that the ship would still be in the harbor - and, for that matter, that they'd accept him. He wasn't worth his weight in salt at sailing, but every ship needed a chef. Even better, he wouldn't make them sick like every other buffoon.

[Thunderscreamer]

 

application Nyx Renrut .........................................by Thunderscreamer   Name: Nyx Renrut Race: Human Demigod (Run as a Sylph) Gender: Pink. Why has no-one gone pink yet? Age: Liquor? Seventeen's old enough to have liquor, right? Class: 5th level Hurricane Cleric (Normal Cleric with Storm and Ocean domains) Deity: Nise, goddess of raging seas and bloody battles. Alighnment: Chaotic Neutral   For generations the exceedingly wealthy Renrut family has been known to go crazy in their youth and do some things they later regret. For example when Xyn Renrut III, who for two years sailed with a crew of scoundrels committing all kinds of pillaging by sea and debauchery by land, found upon his homecomming one of his lovers had been Nise the goddess of war, blood, hurricanes, yeah you get the picture. Fearing her wrath, he kept his daughter and raised her as if she were a legitimate child. He expected his life was over, and that he'd be shunned for the remainder of it. On the contrary, when you're exceedingly rich and never knew that your mother went through exactly the same thing with Mâl, people tend to ignore such bastardries. As Nyx grew up she found she was different than most girls. She loved to run around and play with sticks with all the little boys, pretending to be privateers, and knights, and demon hunters, rather than have tea parties with the other girls of her age. Unfortunately, though, the little boys did not appreciate her, and by a combination of said boys excluding her and her ignorant stepmother forcing her to be as much of a lady as possible, which, might I add, made her father very nervous, she eventually gave up on her yardworthy adventures. Teatime it was. Teatime for years and.year..and..years..and...years.... Until her seventeenth birthday. As she was on her way to her old acquaintance Tiwele's summer home on the cost of Salarii a group of peace loving extremists ambushed her on the road, and kidnapped her right out of her carriage: a cult of mages who believed so much in peace they would be more than willing to start a war to protect it, even though peace was the only thing they truly stood for. More to the point, said mages had discovered an ancient ritual: a ritual that could be used to kill any immortal being, even a goddess of war, blood, and hurricanes... The ritual almost worked perfectly. They summoned the warrior goddess, and sacrificed Nyx's heart, a heart that had contained the goddess' blood since the moment Xyn Renrut's child formed in Nise's womb, upon an alter made of blood diamond. Nise fell to her knees, screaming in pain, as her immortality fell away, and finally dissipated into nothingness. Nise breathed hevily, panting, lying on the ground, in shock, and kept breathing. Kept breathing? The cultists looked at each other in surprise as Nise rose and began cutting, blasting, and hosing down each and every one of them. One by one in but a few minutes each and every cultist had fallen by the wrath of Nise, save one ranger. One terrified, alone ranger. Nise slowly walked up to this ranger, chuckling as the quivering man tried to knock an arrow in his bow. Nise chuckled. Who was this man who had thoguht he could beat a god of war in combat? Nise smiled cruelly, and just as she opened her mouth to say something to this man received an arrow in her right lung. Nise doubled over, coghing as blood filled her lung, and fried the ranger with a bolt of lightning. However, beyond her battle urges, Nise was shocked. How could she have recieved this wound, this mortal wound? That's when Nise realised it. The ritual had worked perfectly. She had become a mortal. Fear filled her heart, as she struggled at the thought of what to do. Her lung had become to full now, and under this stress she couldn't think of a way to save it. Her body was dying. Nise was dying. Nise fell to her knees, and this time she knew, that unlike before, she wouldn't be comming back up. She struggled as she pulled herself forward, not sure what to do, panicked as could be, when she saw her daughter. Nyx lay on the ground by the altar, an empty hole in her chest where her heart had once been. Suddenly Nise had an idea. She reached inside her own chest, tore her heart out, and placed it in Nyx's. Nyx awoke instantly. She was shocked to find she was still alive, and even more shocked to see the pulsing blue lighting around her clearly visable heart. She started to fret, and as her breaths turned to panicked hyperventilation, a feint voice inside her head calmed her down. Nise's life force, her very essence (along with a sample of her power), had survived in the heart. Now that her survival was calm as an immortal can be. After coaching Nyx through the treatment of the wound revealed to her all she had yet to know: that she was a demigod, her father had once been a pirate, and the only reason she was alive was because she had the heart of a goddess beating in her chest, and finally ordered Nyx to go to her domain, and stay until she could amass enough power to reassume her godly form. While Nyx was already not liking her mother's commanding presence, the truth was, she couldn't resist. She'd finally be finding adventure on the high tides of the deep sea. Though she'd never admit it to, well, anyone she knew, this was the best birthday present she'd ever received. This was what she had wanted all her life. An Adventure. And so she headed off to the Eoghan Sea to join a crew of Nise's favorite kind of worshiper:   Description: Nyx is roughly 5'7 with wavy ginger hair normally falling down her back. She has stormy blue eyes, and ever since her transfusion they, along with her scar, literally seem to storm. She's also quite thin. Spending most of your life as an indoor noble girl does that to you, but unlike most overly skinny female protagonists, she actually isn't very strong. I know, mindblowing! In fact, she's to weak to handle the kick of her gun. Thank goodness she can handle the kick of a lightningbolt. Anyway here's the honorable mention picture. Better quality, but WAY too old. Maybe in five or ten years. Personality: Nyx is made from the blood of a war goddess, and, more importantly, the blood of the Renrut family. Like most of her ancestors, she's been repressed into the life of simple, calm nobility dispute having the spirit of the unrelenting adventurer inside her. Now having the heart of her mother, and a mission to replenish her to godhood is allowing her to plunge off the deepend into the waters of the Eoghan. She's excited, more alive than she's ever felt before, adrenaline flowing like the rivers flowing into the sea she's sailing over, much like many of her ancestors. However, this makes her cocky, crazy even. She'll easily overlook the most obvious of dilemmas at times and never know she's in trouble until she's in over her head. This flaw has been the downfall of almost every adventurer in her family before her, and if she's not careful, will be her own as well. Trivia: Last week, for the first time in her life, Nyx became drunk. When she traded a fancy gown for the clothes pictured above, she was completely ripped off, but ended up with the sturdier of the two outfits. Last week, for the first time in her life, Nyx participated in (and lost), a barfight. She is able to hang a spoon on her nose. At six years old, had her first crush on "Prince Charming." Her cutlass has a hollow pommel. She is allergic to strawberries and dustmites. Was once engaged to be married. Personally prefers coffee to tea, when she can get her hands on it. She is Fourty-Second in line for the throne of Selarii. Theme: Beneath the Black Flag, Miracle of Sound   "Windows" An old elf sat on a stump beneath the searing sun of a late spring day. "Oh to be three hundred again," he whispered as he wiped the sweat off his brow and pulled himself to his feet. He held still for a second, regaining his balance, as the stars faded from his vision. It was time to finish the plowing. It was almost noon, and he'd put things off long enough. Nyx smiled from her carriage. The window had always been her favorite part of her travels, as well as one of her favorite things in life. To see out into a new world, a world not of posh tea drinkers and risque politicians, but a world of common folk, the unwealthy who had to live on the strength of their backs and the speed of their legs. Windows. Windows and books. These were the only ways out of her drab life. They were her only source of fantasy. "Dreams," her father had always said. "The Renrut family curse." As a child Nyx had never understood why he said it. Dreams were her everything, and fantasies were her life. The times the young girl had always felt most alive were the times she ran outside, her mind filled with dreams, fantasies, and wondrous ideas. Now she knew that was exactly it. Those of the Renrut family was plagued by dreams they could never follow. "Bit late in the season to be planting," said Florin, trying to begin a conversation. "Depends on what's being planted," answered Nyx, shutting him down. Florin was a nice man, but in the end he was just like every other man she'd ever met. He had lost his youthful vigor at a young age to parental and societal expectations of inherrited finance and power. He'd be a good husband, able support his family with both wealth and respect. It was a good deal for everyone. It was the deal she'd expected all her life. Yet, he didn't understand her. No one understood her, and her need for her windows. No one except her father. "I suppose it is." He looked out the opposite window, and he looked to his betrothed. He looked out the window once more, and finally moved from his bench to hers. They were almost touching! "Mr. Drake!" Nyx said with surprise. "Simply trying to be aquanted with my wife to be," he smiled. "Why else would we be riding two in a carriage for four?" Nyx smiled slightly, and looked out the window. "Well then, know how she enjoys to see the world. The farms, to forests, the oceans, all she can glimpse through this clear glass win-GET OUT!" Nyx jumped out of her seat as the side of the carriage was thrown to it's side and erupted in red flame. Both passengers were hurled into the opposing window, now the upon the ground, Florin head first. Nyx pulled herself upright, and over to Florin. Blood was spilling from the back of his head through the cracks of the window. "No," She whispered. "Wake up, damn you!" Nix screamed, and slapped him across the cheek as hard as she could. The last thing Florin saw as he opened his eyes were the hands of two hooded, masked men pulling his screaming fiance through the broken carriage window. Find it at likesototally.deviantart.com/ (Or by googling pirate girl, like I did, but that takes a wee bit longer )Original Picture (Not my Artwork)

[Melagant]

 

Name: Marduke
Race: Strix
Gender: Blue
Age: Liquor, though he is an adult in his race he is only 15
Class: Manablade 2/Monster 3

Background:

 

Marduke was born to a small tribe of Strix in the country of Thok’al where the jungle rules and beasts are common. The Strix, although uncommon in almost every part of the world, took to the skies in order to become a dominant predator in the jungle lands. Despite that they are rarely seen because of the fear that humans will begin another great hunt and push there race into extinction. Marduke was brought up learning that humans were evil malicious monsters that could not be trusted and would sink a sword into your gut sooner than speak with you. For some reason Marduke believed less than a half of the propaganda of his tribe. Just before he was to take his coming of age rite he simply left, figuring that the tribe could not teach him to be an adult any more than the world could

His foray into the world took him to a small port of humans and other races that stared at him as if he was a myth. His questions about the world lead him to a job on a ship where he was told he could learn everything he wanted about the world. But the job was a trap and he was shackled once the ship left dry land, he was thrown below deck and caged like several other slaves. His saving grace came when the slave ship was attacked in open water by a group of pirates, which gave him the opportunity to break out of the cage and join in the fighting of the slavers. Back to back with a man he just met he killed the slavers down to the last. When the fighting was finished the ship was looted and the slaves let out and given the ship to try and sail back to there home. Marduke was given the chance to join the pirates, because he had stood back to back in the fighting with the first mate of the pirate crew.

After joining with the somewhat honorable pirates who believed in giving everyone who was not fighting a chance, Marduke began to learn that not all humans were the same mindless bloodthirsty hunters of his kin that he was told they were. He grew with the pirates and as he did he unlocked a part of him that was the monster that the humans had hunted in the past. He grew larger and stronger than others of his kind, and even learned how to take someone along for a ride, which was very valuable to the pirates considering Marduke could fly so they could just sent him up with a mage or archer and wreak havoc from above. Marduke became more savage as he continued to unlock the secrets of his past kin and would have continued on with the pirates except that they crashed the ship in a drunken stupor which lead Marduke to think that he should find his own ship.

Description: At the start of his adventure he was the size of a normal Strix youth, but its not the beginning of his adventure is it. He unlocked a key trait from his blood and grew to a monstrous size and weight, he stands just under ten feet tall and weighting a massive six hundred pounds. His skin is an ash grey with tinges of purple, he has several scars on his leathery skin form battles but most are not very visible with his skin tone. His wings unfurl as leathery demonic looking things. His teeth are pearl white in color and Marduk has filed them into fine points which instils fear in most of those he meets.

He wears a belt of some dark metal that looks like one continuous piece of metal and often draws the eyes of people unwilling to look into Marduke’s eyes. He wears no armor because he feels it would just slow him down or get in the way. His favored weapon is a battleaxe, when he isn’t using his bare hands, The axe is made of a very hard metal and has tribal etchings up and down the handle and along the blade. On the handle are carved lines that make no sense to anyone who see the weapon unless Marduke explains that each mark is for worthy enemies that he has felled with the weapon.

Personality: Marduke is in-between being a true bestial monster and a Strix when it comes to other people. The one thing he has laid to rest is his peoples lies about humans….well most humans. He can be a gentle giant when he wants to, which is almost never, but most of the time he is thing of peoples nightmares and acts as such. Strong and silent if he thinks that will work to intimidate the person or harsh and straight foreword if it will get what he wants. In any case there really is no subtle with Marduke, diplomacy in his mind only gets you so far where as fear can get you anywhere you need to go.

RP Sample:
Marduke stands on a hill overlooking the small port town, it had several ships that were a decent size. He stood for a long time on that hill, the sun started to set when he finally moved towards the town. He pulled the hood of his cloak up to hide his face in the darkness that was coming. As he reached the edge of town, darkness had taken over and the shadows, from torches that were flickering because of the slight breeze that had kicked up, gave Marduke a more sinister look.

The few non-drunk people left on the dark streets gave the large creature lurking down the street towards the pub near the dock a large birth. When he got to the door of the pub a half-orc stood as a guard in front of the door with his arms crossed. Marduke spotted the guards weapon of choice for combat outside the pub first, a great axe hung on his hip but the weapon for inside was less visible. The handle of the dagger was barely visible under the sleeve of his left arm. Marduke approached the guard bare handed and tried to pass into the pub. The guard stepped in his way “Pub’s closed for tonight stranger, just keep movin’” he patted his weapon. Marduke could hear the sounds of drunk patrons laughing and breaking mugs.

Reaching up and drawing back his hood revealing his heritage to the guard who took a step back and took up his weapon. “Now you done it. Git yer ass outta here now.” The way the half-orc held his weapon Marduke could tell that he knew how to wield his weapon with skill…a great challenge.

The patrons in the bar heard a scuffle outside and quieted down to listen, the next sound was the pub door crashing through and splintering inside the building as the half-orc was used as a battering ram. He laid unconscious on the pub floor as Marduke came through after him. His hood still down the patrons were all shocked and fell over themselves trying to get away from the monster that had just came through the broken door. Only two patrons stayed in their seats, a man in a fancy hat and his large human cohort. Marduke walked over two the only two in the place that didn’t seem to be afraid of him and he took a seat at their table. “So I take it by your none reaction your looking for some muscle, or maybe just someone that looks scary.” Marduke said in his deep voice and as he said it the man in the fancy hat began to smile. “Sharp aint ya.” the large man said “Now now luther, this creature may be just the one we are looking for." ”Marduke is my name.”

After a conversation, during which time the other patrons stayed crowded in the corner of the pug staring at Marduke, The man in the fancy hat, the large man who was his first mate, and Marduke left for one of the ships in the town harbor. Marduke had a job on a pirate ship heading towards Glastor

[Caput]

Name: Robin Erasmus John Wilbur Horsefeather, Doctor of Archaeology
Race: Ferita
Gender: Blue as the big blue wet thing
Age: "Both, silly! Then you get cocktails and never have to grow up!"
Class: Archaeologist "Bard" 4, Gunslinger 1

Background: Robin studied ancient cultures at the most prestigious university in Isalian. He had to blag his way through many of the drier parts, but he's always been good at that, so he made it out with a first. This landed him with a problem: He was apparently grown-up now, and his parents (an exotic dancer and an entirely legitimate businesswoman) expected him to start earning a living.
He eventually caved in and took a job for the government examining the ruins on a small island in the middle of nowhere. The journey revealed a new side to him, one that thinks boats are cool, enjoys shooting at pirates, detests large boulders and neglects to tell the government about extremely valuable golden idols. Since then, he's been a treasure-hunting, gunslinging scholar who backs up his fighting skills with the forgotten magic of dead cultures.
Seeking the lost city is an obvious decision for him. He believes he's better qualified to find it than anybody and it combines his passions for learning, shiny objects and occult power into a single juicy macguffin.

Description: Robin is distinctive because his hat is not the hat of a sailor. He has a brown hat with a brim from the mainland, which he insists is better for shading his eyes. Other than that, he wears a simple jacket and pair of pants, with a revolver and a whip at his belt. He's usually smiling. Sometimes he accessories with a parrot, but they always abandon him before long. His family coat of arms (purchased by his mother at great expense) is depicted on his belt buckle. It's a pegasus flying away with sacks of your money on its back.

Personality: Robin's not a bad guy by means. He's not shy about violence, but he's unlikely to start it if you give him a choice. He'd much rather think or talk his way out of a situation. Hie's very unlikely to hurt or rob innocent people himself, but he doesn't mind the company of those who might. The way he sees it, there are no rules that matter and people can do what they please.
He's easily distracted by valuables, ancient relics, tubes he can fit in, climbable surfaces and ferret ladies. Other than that he's nearly dependable.
His chief fears are imprisonment and doctors. People trying to kill him don't scare him much at all because he can be an idiot sometimes.
He calls out the names of his spells as he casts them. Sometimes he lies.

Trivia: He's allergic to dairy products. He once ran for mayor of the town where he grew up. He lost the election but won the bet by getting eleven votes.

RP Sample: Robin crossed the crowded pub floor in his customary manner, the one where he bumps into people and acquires their drinks by mysterious means. He screwed up his face as he took a sip. Damn it! Cranberry juice again!
He placed the offending beverage on top of a door he'd left ajar and took a seat opposite his contact "So." he said "You say you can give me passage to Isilian?"
The man seemed displeased, glaring at the Feriti with stern dwarven eyes topped by stern, dwarven eyebrows. "You're drunk, Horsefeather."
"Slander." Came the response, "I've barely even started your drink."
"Ugh. Whatever. Anyway, the answer is no. I'm not going to Isilian."
At this Robin struck the table with his palm and looked daggers at the dwarf "Damn it Goldman! You made me a promise!"
"We're IN Isilian you demented whoreson! I offered you passage to Glastor!"
At this Robin's ears pricked up. "Glastor you say? Well, what a marvellous coincidence! That's precisely where I need to go! This voyage is going to be such-"
The end of his sentence will forever remain a mystery, for he was drowned out by a terrible scream from outside. "Robin Horsefeather, you lyin' jackass! I know yer in there! Time to pay up for what you done!" The screamer entered to the sound of a slamming door and the crash of falling glass. "What? Cranberry juice?"
Robin tisked and shook his head. "You'll have to excuse me, my dear Goldman. I just need to shoot someone's husband."

[Konton]

Application:

Name: Thaddeus Starchaster (Assumed)
Race: Naga
Gender: blue?
Age: 25
Class: Witch
Background:

 

My homeland is the country of Perice... or it was before I had to flee it. When I was young child my family lived in a small village in the grasslands. We lived a simple life tending to our animals; the sheep two cows and the few chickens. But one day that simplicity was changed and truly lost, it was the day a smiling merchant with a large pack with masks on it arrived by wagon. It was when he showed his wares one thing caught my eyes and changed my fate, a fortuneteller's deck of cards.
Drawn to the deck I begged and pleaded for my parents to purchase it and eventually they relented and got it for me. I can't clearly recall now if my skill with the cards came first or if it was the contact by my patron the Gazing One. I won't say much on him other than his love of stories, its what he uses his many eyes to look for after all. He provided power and answers to me, although I know now it's because those answers change the flow of the stories he watches. With the power and skills afforded to me I able to help the village in small ways, which lead to my decision to become a fortuneteller in the nearest city and my effective banishment.
Apparently the clergy when informed of a strange fortuneteller who could be sought out to help heal wounds, hold back illness at times to help recovery, and who was around when some people a quick stroke of luck either ill or benign ... lets just say they were a bit miffed but all right as I was helping people... till I got caught performing the one ritual I have to do monthly to honor the Gazing One. They didn't exactly take it well that I had to spent thirty minutes preparing to kill something and then drink it's blood. That kinda made them suspicious as to where my power came from... I wasn't the type to fight back then so I was lucky I was trying to foresee how business might go that I avoided being jailed when they came for me.
I escaped with what I could grab and carry, wasn't that much really... and I lost my Vincent my familiar in my flight from my pursuers. It's been three since I've seen my home land, but I have a plan about that now...

Description: Hmm I suppose my looks are fairly average, although at a total length of seven feet I'm somewhat short for my kind. My upper scales are deep bronze color while my under belly scales have been compared to a lite caramel. Along the end of my tail there are a few healed scars, they look as if with some shedding there's a chance they'll fade more. I tend to keep my red hair tied in a braid going to the middle of my back. My upper body has lightly tanned skin that I like to cover with a long crème colored shirt. My face isn't exactly worth much mention, green eyes and a nose that's slightly flat.


Personality: Are ye a scallywag, or an angel of the ocean? Perhaps a scallywag might describe me, for I'm no angel. I used to be looking out for people on general principal, let's just say that I've soured out of those traits mostly. Not that I'm trying to be cruel on perhaps, normally, but I'm not about to going to go out of my way to help people on my own unless there is going to be some type of exchange involved. Although I suppose helping my … fellow crew members will always come first, after all we'll be needing one another for our own ends. And perhaps I act like I know more than I do, but that is half of the soothsaying game.

RP Sample:

 

I listened to Sasha's whining for us to get moving as I sat with my coils beneath me, and placed one card over another. The weight of her on my shoulder and even her attempts to annoy me into action prematurely are somethings I've learned to take as comforting. So it was easy to just let my mind focus on cards before me, searching for their message. Yes. Soon it'll be time, the journey will start as soon as passage to Glastor opens... I tilt my head away from the cards to think, my ear brushing against Sasha's wing. I smile, and not because Sasha's fur almost tickles. A ship that wasn't scheduled to dock just yet was pulling into the harbor, one baring the flag of my destination.

Sasha gives out a surprised squeak as I move suddenly and gather my cards into pouch with a kiss for luck, for there to be a Next time. As I put the cards away I notice a young man running through the street past me, and that one of the boxes he sadly is carrying too many things to notice the pothole... A little generous I whisper him luck as I slither forth, hearing him cry out, and only dropping one box instead of all. May my fortune be better than his, and may someone else give mercy to those I have to steal it from for it to be so.

“Here's what you do Missy. Go to your young man and tell him your feelings.” Thaddeus said as he laid one wooden card over the other, a small smile as his finger brushed over a painted sword.

“That's it? That's all I have to do? There has to be something more I should do.” The young human woman across the table said in a huff, her blond hair brushing her crème colored dress as her hazel eyes started to squint in annoyance at the traveling fortuneteller.

Thaddeus gently tapped the sword card with his index finger. “Hmm but it's not that simple dear, you have to make your move as soon as possible. This card whispers of a rival seeking to take your place, after all you know you're not the only maiden who finds the young Andro'sen a catch to have...”

The young woman blinked and frowned. “You don't mean Martha do yo-”
“What I mean is that you should be moving to go stake your claim. As an extra I'll even wish you Good Fortune. But if you wish to stay and lose your chance to other than ask questions please go ahead. I'll still be here.”

She stared at Thaddeus for a moment before laying the coins down on the table before leaving the tavern quickly. She didn't hear Thaddeus chuckle softly as he gathered up the cards. The fruit bat that had seemed to be dozing on his shoulder spoke up as he kissed the top of the deck before putting it away. “Don't you ever get tired of telling those lies?”

“Hmm and what lies did I actually tell Sasha? She'd never have a chance with the boy if she didn't make a move, and a rival is just as likely to take him as anything else. She certainly thought of someone as one when prodded.”

Thaddeus stopped talking as the tavern server brought his order; stew for himself, a plate of fruit for Sasha, and a pitcher of water to be shared. He thanked her and paid her with the recently left client's fare. “Besides either way she'll most likely spread word and we'll get a few customers we could use.”

Sasha stopped eating a bright red berry to look at Thaddeus. “I take it we'll be here a while?”
“Just long enough till we find the ship we need, after all we can't find a lost kingdom on our own...”

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