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§ Гhe Roof of Our Ӈome §STATUS :: ACCEPTING :: OPEN
They call me Chiara Evelyn Dessen (kee ah rah - ay vah lynn - deh sin)
I’ve lived for 18 years. Obviously, I’m a Female I was born a Were-Panther I’m good for :: Combatant for the Necromancers I’m drawn to ♥ Cats ♥ Interesting or Curious Things ♥ Food ♥ Confusion ♥ Gossip ♥ Fire ♥ Games ♥ and repelled by ♠ Dogs ♠ Boredom ♠ Stiff or Uptight People ♠ Physical or Mental Pain ♠ Being Questioned ♠ Collars ♠ When People Make Situations More Complicated Than They Need To Be ♠ My devil in the dark is Being Found
In others’ eyes :: Chiara is extremely energetic, outgoing, and almost annoyingly optimistic. She loves to ask questions and learn all the latest gossip but likes to toy with people when they're looking for answers. Usually she says things as if she was joking so it's hard to tell when she's lying or actually telling the truth. Chiara loves to play games and hardly ever takes anything, even a fight to the death, seriously, however don't mistake this lack of seriousness as lack of focus. Most of the time Chiara means no real harm with her games, but she's not above playing a prank or two. Not too far behind her easygoing facade Chiara is extremely secretive, especially when it comes to information about her or her past. It's very unclear whether Chiara is a secret genius or a true idiot but what does it matter to her as long as she's having fun?
Other people tend to view Chiara as flighty due to her strong dislike for acting serious. In bleak situations her optimism and apparent lack of caring makes her seem obnoxious and difficult to be around. Chiara prefers to be solitary and hunting, or fighting, in a group doesn't really work too well with her because she has no trust or teamwork skills. In turn the Necromancers don't trust her so in order to keep her in line and out of trouble she is watched rather closely.
Been all around the world, love :: It's difficult to pinpoint any part of Chiara's past specifically because she herself is so vague about it. Chiara is normally quite a good liar but whenever the topic arises the color drains from her face and she can't even come up with a lie to supply someone with. Since she refuses to even come near the topic of her past there are only slight things in her habits and mumblings about what might have happened to her when she was younger.
Though it is not impossible to be born a were-animal from Chiara's brief mutterings to herself she has referenced differences between the average human's body and a were-animal's human form leading to the assumption that she was not always a were-panther. Chiara has also been known to sensitive about the topics of light, color, and eyes. The only way it is possible to find out the truth about Chiara's past is to watch her mood. If you mention something that strikes a nerve her normally upbeat personality will fall like a stone in mere seconds.
Chiara was not part of the original group of Necromancers. She herself doesn't really specify whether she was forced to become a combatant or if she joined the necromancers willingly but most of the necromancers know the answer to that question already. Chiara is treated much like- as much as she hates them- a pet dog by the Necromancers. Along with protecting them when they demand it Chiara will run errands or simply wander around spying on the activities of others. If she gets to be too obnoxious a simple boot to her face is all that is needed to shut her up and send her indignantly to be alone.
I’ll dance for you any day :: Pfffffffffttttttt!
Music is what feelings sound like :: Dear Vienna - Owl City Coming Out Strong - Ana Johnsson
Any loose ends? :: Looks - Chiara is tall and slender and her build appears to be that of an average female. Her hair is a deep raven black that reaches down to the middle of her back. Usually she keeps it back in a low, loose ponytail with wisps hanging out by her ears. Chiara has the golden, luminescent eyes of other big cats that are adapted for night hunting. She sees less detail and color in daylight but has better vision at night or in low light. Chiara is around 5'9' and weighs between 80-90 pounds. Her light weight is one of Chiara's panther traits and makes throwing or carrying her relatively easy but also allows her to climb and jump easier. When Chiara becomes excited it is not uncommon for her panther ears or tail to appear. Typically she binds her chest flat because she considers it a nuisance and wears men's clothing because of the mobility they allow. However she's not against women's clothing, it's just not her first choice. Powers - Her abilities as a were-panther; more strength, more speed, farther jumps, faster climbing, good swimmer, silent movement, the ability to see in the dark, the ability to communicate with other felines, longer life span, and transformation capabilities. It is also important to note that Chiara's bite has the small percentage of transforming a human into a were-panther. On the other hand when Chiara is in panther form she cannot speak so warning someone about something is difficult, near impossible. Also her light weight sends her stumbling, or rolling, backwards after a single solid hit. On the other side of the keyboard :: Rena9b
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They call me Rowan Fianis Sage
I 've lived for look like 17 Years Obviously, I’m a Male I was born a Half Nymph, Half Human I’m good for :: I travel with the Gypsies and in return for their companionship I heal them when I can. I’m drawn to ♥ Nature ♥ Water in Any Form- but Especially Rain and Springs ♥ Sprites ♥ Animals ♥ Plants ♥ Quiet ♥ The Dawn ♥ and repelled by ♠ Cities ♠ Groups of People ♠ Noise ♠ Talking ♠ Pressure ♠ Over Stimulation ♠ Disrespect to Nature ♠ My devil in the dark is Loss of Control
In others’ eyes :: Rowan is incredibly introverted. He rarely speaks to any other members of the band and thus has no close friends that attempt to speak or connect with him. Something in Rowne's Nymph blood calls out to the local fey and animals of the surrounding area and allows them to pinpoint his location. These creatures will flock to Rowan as they would to a Nymph so it is not uncommon to see small sprites or animals following Rowne around camp. Usually these creatures don't mean any real harm to the gypsies but on more than one occasion Pixies or Grigs have decided to play pranks on the band members which Rowan was blamed for. Rowan has accepted the responsibility for these mishaps and done his best to right whatever wrong the sprites had committed. These creatures are Rowan's 'friends' and they shift as the gypsies move along from place to place. They seem to be the only living things that Rowan is relaxed enough with to be able to talk to.
Within the band Rowan is considered something of an oddball. He really hates large groups and even the gypsy band gathered together seems to be more than he can handle. Due to this Rowan only likes to venture out in the camp near the hours of the day when the least people are about. These times include the early morning just as the sun is beginning to rise and most of the camp is asleep and the mid-day when most of the camp is in town or off working. It is most difficult to find him in the evening as the band is gathering around the fires to tell stories and eat their late meal. Rowan has the bad habit of disappearing into the forest for long periods of time without warning and without informing the other gypsies. At these times he is assumed to be tending to an injured animals that have sought out his help or assisting the local fey with something that could not be done on their own. More than once Rowan has been accidentally left behind after pulling one of these stunts but he has always managed to catch back up to the gypsy troop one way or the other.
Behind his immense shyness Rowan is really a sweet person. He is easily flustered and it is not difficult to make him beet red. His voice is incredibly gentle and has never been heard above a soft murmur. He has a rather thin, feminine build and the beauty of the Nymphs is obvious in all of his features. Though his beauty doesn't cause the immediate blinding effect a full-blooded Nymph herself would have if he is angry enough he is able to stun an enemy with his gaze. Rowan pronounces his name the feminine roh-ahn instead of the intended male row-ahn and will also respond to his last name as a way of getting his attention. Rowan's presence seems to have a calming effect on most people and out of all the members of the band he is most content to sit and silently watch the younger members and keep them out of harms way. His silent acceptance of most everything makes him the ideal person to vent out frustrations to and his calm demeanor lets people know that he is not judging them. It takes quite a bit of effort for normal humans to become Rowan's friends but once he is your friend he is incredibly loyal. It is obvious that he doesn't wish to be completely alone because of how closely he keeps up with the gypsy band.
Been all around the world, love :: Rowan was born to a Nymph mother and a Human father, and as Nymphs often do she handed the child off to the male parent and disappeared. This fact is not hurtful to Rowan, it simply is. Rowan has never met his mother and isn't looking for her exactly, but if he were to come across her he would appreciate the chance to give her his regards. Rowan's father taught Rowan the importance of taking responsibility for ones own actions and took Rowan in raising him with the help of his half-elf wife along with their other children. Rowan was the eldest and because of this was in charge of taking care of the younger children. Rowan's innate ability to nurture others developed quickly because of this and was the start of his wish to heal others. Rowan's father was a modest druid and Rowan grew up learning the earth and healing magic of the druids. However though his Nymph blood allowed his to learn this magic as easily as learning to breathe, it seemed to be too powerful for him to be able to mesh into a human based society. Rowan was incredibly unstable. When too many unfamiliar people were present near his home or there was too much noise, color, etc Rowan would end up going berserk attacking anything that came too near. During these 'attacks' it became obvious that with his fey blood Rowan's magical ability had long surpassed his father's and that neither of them were able to control it.
Rowan feared his magical ability and his inability to control his actions when his instincts took over. He knew he was still young, that his developing powers would only continue to grow, and that something had to be done. His father couldn't help him any longer. His inability to be with a large crowd of people prevented him from going to the clerics for guidance. So when a band of gypsies came near their home Rowan took his father's blessing and went to join them. They didn't have the level of magical knowledge to instruct Rowan on how to completely control his powers but they offered him the guidance and the space he needed in order to find his own way. Rowan's strange and random trips into the forest are not always for the good of the forest beings as he leads the band to believe, but they are also where he goes to train away from others to further understand his own skills. After being with the gypsies for a little over 16 years now Rowan can honestly say that he is able to control his abilities well enough to call himself one of the most powerful druids in the kingdom. However this fact remains unknowns because Rowan is still careful to suppress his powers around others.
I’ll dance for you any day :: Eh-? I-I-I haven't.... Ahhhh.... I mean.... Music is what feelings sound like :: Princess Mononoke Theme (Music Box Version) -Joe Hisaishi Lullaby for a Stormy Night - Vienna Teng Sensetive Landscape - Ceui Any loose ends? :: Name pronunciations ((Roh-ahn/Row-on, Fee-ah-nis, S-ay-ge)) Meanings ((Little Red One/Name of a Tree with Red Flowers, Dawn Rain, Healing Herb/Wise)) Origins ((Gaelic, Elvish, Latin)) Rowan retains most of the abilities of a Nymph including an unearthly sense of beauty and increased swimming ability. His looks however are not strong enough to blind people that look at him. He does not have the innate ability to speak with animals or plants as some might assume by looking at him, but instead Rowan uses magic to do so. With his fey blood Rowan's movements are full of natural grace and it's obvious he could be an exceptional dancer and his melodic voice would be good for singing however talk of anything of the sort causes his to become flustered and he attempts to escape. Looks - As previously stated Rowan has an incredibly feminine appearance with his thin shoulders and skinny limbs, however he is not feminine enough to be mistaken for a girl (( unless he is trying to pose as one! )). His hair is cropped short to his neck and is a rich reddish-brown. Rowan's eyes have a look of honesty to them and are a stunning celestial blue. He stands at a modest 5"10 and weighs a relatively light 115 pounds. His ears are more human than nymph-like but they do come to the slightest point at the tip. One would have to be looking closely to notice it. On the other side of the keyboard :: Rena9b
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Someday you'll know, that nature is so. This same rain that draws you near me...
Makes the beautiful world that you see, In the morning.
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They call me Tristan Dusk
I’ve lived for 20 years, 21 This Winter. Obviously, I’m a Male I was born a Human I’m good for :: Currently I'm working as part of the local guard in the Rowane fiefdom, but I've had numerous jobs before this. I’m drawn to ♥ Good Company- Human or Not ♥ Quality Food, Weapons, & Horses ♥ Protecting Others ♥ Learning ♥ Fighting ♥ and repelled by ♠ Those Who Harm The Innocent Or Break The Law ♠ Backing Down ♠ Dead Silence ♠ Wolves ♠ Bad Weather ♠ My devil in the dark is Being Helpless
In others’ eyes :: Tristan is a rather upbeat, charismatic young man and there are few in town who don't know who he is. He is incredibly reliable and loyal to individuals but also has an air or restlessness about him. Staying in one job for too long seems to agitate him and he has had many different occupations within the local city, however despite his traveling about jobs he has never left the city itself. The bonus of Tristan having so much work experience is that he is adept in all sorts of fields of work from being a baker to a blacksmith and these jobs have allowed him to make connections with most everyone in the city. If anyone needs an extra hand with anything they go looking for Tristan who is always happy to participate. He finds great pleasure in helping and protecting others and definitely has a bit of a hero complex.
All in all Tristan is a pretty loved member of the community though he is sometimes considered annoying due to his love of conversation. He knows when to act serious and when it's alright to goof off and has shown that he knows what his responsibilities are. Tristan does not have a meaningful relationship with anyone in the city at the moment and only flirts with girls lightly. He does not seem to have any type of serious commitment to anyone. Common sense is not something Tristan always keeps in mind and will usually rush to help someone despite the odds. Surprisingly he hasn't been killed yet.
Been all around the world, love :: Tristan was abandoned as an infant outside of a clerical temple within the city. They took him in and were planning on training him in the ways of a cleric, so they provided him with an elementary education. However as he grew it became obvious he didn't have the wisdom necessary for the title of 'Cleric'. Once it was realized that Tristan could not become a Cleric efforts to educate him dwindled and then ceased. He was not upset by this, in fact Tristan was happy to be free from the pressure that the Clerics had been putting on him to join their ranks. The cleric's law to never draw blood from an enemy using a bladed weapon also no longer applied to Tristan and the first thing he did with his freedom was to go to the local blacksmith and Tristan begged the man to teach him the art of swordplay. The blacksmith was amused by Tristan's 'spunk' and complied.
Tristan gathered many other talents and skills in a similar fashion and his family became the people he met every day. He does not have a permanent address of residence because the Clerics kicked him out when he was 13. Normally he would try to convince him employer to let him sleep in their store to guard it at night however since he is only a local guard they do not allow him to sleep in the barracks that are reserved for visiting guards. Tristan gets by however he can, he sleeps in his older places of employment, if he had enough money he will rent a respectable room at the inn for the night, and if he's desperate he'll find a girl to take him in.
I’ll dance for you any day :: I'm looking at you ;] Just kidding. Music is what feelings sound like :: Hero/Heroine - Boys Like Girls Be My Escape - Reliant K Touchdown Turnaround - HelloGoodbye Any loose ends? :: Name Pronunciations ((Trih-stehn, Duh-sk)) Meanings ((Tumult, From the French word triste meaning 'sad' probably due to the story of Tristan from the Knights of the Round Table, The time of day immediately following sunset)) Origins ((Welsh, American)) Looks- The origin of his white hair is unknown due to the fact that he's an orphan. The only racial explanation is that he may have some Moon Elf blood, however if that is the case he has so little of it that the hair is the only sign of it that remains. The more likely explanation is that his hair is a simple mutation. Tristan's eyes are gray. He is 6"4 and weighs 180 pounds. On the other side of the keyboard :: Rena9b
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Ω Silver Valley Ω
STATUS :: ACCEPTING :: OPEN{{But non-moving}}
Usεяηαmε: Rena9b Cαяαctεя ηαmε: Faic (Origin; Irish for 'nothing') / Misu (Origin; Native American for 'ripples in the water') Gεηdεя: Female Agε: 16 Nαtioηαlity: Comanche Indian/Unknown
Occupαtioη: Stable boy; but she really does any sort of errand that people ask of her- it could be helping ladies with hauling groceries, busing or serving tables at the saloon, or helping tend to the fields. Anything that needs to be done.
Appεαяαηcε: ♠ Physical Build: Rather thin, but not unhealthily so. She doesn't look it but she does have a fair amount of muscle. ♠ Hair: A thick raven black that she keeps cut so it just reaches her neck- rather short for a girl but rather long for a boy. She likes to cover her face with her bangs if possible. ♠ Eyes: A deep and clear blue. ♠ Height: A modest 5"4 and a healthy 114lbs ♠ Clothing: She always a tight vest underneath whatever clothing she has that hides her bust. Her clothes are worn, loose, and if possible shirts with long sleeves and pants to prevent sunburns. Since she does not own a hat she uses a cloth headband to keep sweat from dripping into her eyes. ♠ Other things not mentioned: Faic would be what is considered a transvestite. She doesn't claim or deny any statements about her gender, but she prefers to be considered as a male for the small help it gives her regarding her own safety. The only artifact that Faic keeps with her from her days with her tribe is a simple necklace formed from a pale leather strap with a bead and feather attached to it. This is hidden under her clothes.
Histoяy: Faic was originally born as Misu in a medium sized band of the Comanche Indians. Her crystal blue eyes were considered unearthly because it was an uncommon trait in the Indian band and Misu was often told that she was destined for 'special' things. When she was around the age of 7 she ignored the warning of her parents and wandered away from the camp to play. When she returned that evening she found the camp deserted and destroyed with a few of the members of her band lying dead with arrows blossoming from their necks.
Misu was found by an Irish couple traveling west who decided that she might be useful in helping them with chores. They called her Faic, and she accepted the name happily blissfully unaware of its meaning. To her Misu had died that day with the rest of her tribe so it only seemed appropriate. The missus had become pregnant on their journey so the couple decided to stop and settle down in Silver Valley for a while. They stayed there for three years and Faic began to care for them as her family. Then, abruptly, the couple determined that they wanted to continue on their journey and decided that they didn't need someone as suspicious as an Indian hanging around when they had a young child so they abandoned the 10 year old Faic leaving the townspeople to do what they willed with her. Faic finally understood her name. She was nothing, nobody.
Faic began to live in the large barn that the town shared in return for taking care of the horses. She is treated like an abandoned dog by the townspeople. Some take pity and leave scraps of clothes and food lying out and others look at her suspiciously chasing her away when she gets too close. She dresses as a boy and though nobody in the town is 100% sure of her gender there are a probably a few that suspect her for what she really is.
Pεяsoηαlity: Faic likes to stay as unnoticed as possible; this is her everyday goal. She goes out of her way to avoid attracting attention because it's too easy to be blamed for something you didn't do when you have Indian blood. Besides, if she did get into any sort of trouble she knows there's nobody coming to help her out. Faic tries to keep interaction between herself and the townspeople to a minimum, but these efforts to be quiet usually end up making people more suspicious of her. Beneath this overwhelming urge to be invisible Faic is actually a fairly happy individual. The townspeople don't bother her too much, she has enough to eat, shelter, and she gets to spend a majority of her time with the horses. Faic talks to the large beasts often and spending time alone with them is truly the highlight of her day. Faic wouldn't go as far as to say she dislikes Indians, but she isn't too fond of them. She's fairly certain that it wasn't the white men who destroyed her camp that day. The concept of 'family' or 'friends' terrifies her immensely. She's lost her whole world too many times.
Stяεηgths: Faic is amazing when it comes to handling horses. Any sort of activity using a horse, whether it be racing, fighting, or navigating Faic is usually superior than most. She is also quite good at keeping secrets and gathering information. A lot of things are discussed in the barn when people don't know she's sitting up in the rafters. Wεαkηεssεs: Faic's people skills = 0
Likεs: ♥ Horses ♥ Water (Rain, streams, etc.) ♥ The Sky
Dislikεs: ♠ Snakes ♠ Being Hungry
Wεαpoη: Her preferred weapon is the bow that she has had for years, but it really should be replaced. Arrows are difficult to come by for her as well so she uses them sparingly and tries to re-use them as much as possible. For close-combat emergency situations she has a small knife that she found lying on the ground, but she's not very adept at using it. She keeps this knife hidden on her person at all times.
Thεmεsong: This Is Your Life - Switchfoot
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