Growing slightly more stressed at the continued noise, I was at first exasperated when I heard another voice, until I noticed what it was saying. This voice was a unique one - an accent I didn't quite recognize, nor a personality. Interested, I turned my ear towards this newcomer, listening to it's attempts to scatter the kids. Eventually, he hit the mark, and the kids scattered. I chuckled slightly at his comment, keeping my ear to him out of respect.
My voice came out of my mouth in a slightly amused manner, yet still somber and slow.
"Ki'than? Hmm. That name is rather interesting. You're not a human, are you? Or elf for that manner?"
He chuckled, already knowing the answer to that question.
"My name is Morniësse. Pleased to meet you."
He paused for a second, then decided he needed further help from this newcomer.
"Do you happen to know where I can sign up for the tournament?"
~~~
Ki'than felt a little offended when the elf, named Morniesse, didn't return his handshake. He then made a sarcastic remark about Ki'than clearly not being human or elf. Then he asked for directions to the tournament sign-ups. "Oh sure, it's that way." Ki'than replied, pointing in the direction. He also spat out that phrase with a small amount of bitterness.
~~~
Morniësse's eyes furrowed, hearing sudden bitterness in the mans voice. His comment wasn't very helpful either.
"Excuse me Sir, have I offended you somehow? I'm quite sorry."
After a second of thinking, Morniësse slowly got off his bear, his blindness becoming apparent as he felt the ground with his hands before he rolled into the ground. He slowly stood up, a hand on Hendi to help guide him. He then walked towards Ki'than with one hand forward, searching for the man.
His voice came out rather defeated, as if he absolutely hated asking for help.
"I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but...could you please walk me there?"
~~~
Ki'than felt a pang of guilt as he soon realized that Morniesse was blind. The elf fumbled to stand up, and then searched for Ki'than with his arm. He then asked the ztaari to guide him to the tournament's sign-ups. "I must apoligize first." Ki'than replied. "You didn't return my handshake, and i didn't know you were blind until just now. But why would you be signing up for the tournament?" Ki'than then began towards the sign-up stall, going slowly for the severed elf. "Your blindness, no offense, would put you at a signifigant disadvantage." Though Ki'than may have come off as arrogant and insulting, he was purely curious, and meant no ill to the man.
~~~
The man's reason for frustration was soon realized - he thought I was rude, without realizing I am blind. Knowing how this would be treated in my culture, and knowing my blindness wasn't an obvious one, I sympathized with this man and his curiosities. The Ki'than moved slowly, trying to help me. I greatly hoped I wasn't being mislead - although my bear was following me. His footsteps were just loud enough to hear over the crowd.
After realizing the question asked of him, I smiled, and chuckled slightly.
"It would, wouldn't it? I can't use a weapon. I can't see my foe to defend myself."
This wasn't stated sarcastically, but more of jokingly.
"But, to put it simply...I want to inspire people. Let alone winning or losing, I just want to show people anything is possible."
I chuckled again.
"And you'd be surprised what years of practice can accomplish."
~~~
The elf had replied by saying he wanted to inspire people, and that his practice is what would help him accomplish this. "But what is better? Skill honed over years? Or innate, undenyable advatages?" Ki'than had thought about this question when he was younger, and on his own, he determined that if skill was equal, he who had more advantages over the other would be more likely to be victorious. But Ki'than also thought about if skill was not equal- how far could each advantage you had get you? It was a question he couldn't answer quite yet, and he had hoped on figuring it out through this tournament. Skill or advantages- which was more important?
Ki'than snapped back into reality as he realized that they had made it to the stall. "Here, there's nobody in line. The woman here will tell you the rules and how to sign up. You'll receive a coin, make sure you don't lose it." Ki'than set the man's hand on the desk and bid him farewell.
~~~
The man made an interesting comment about skill vs advantages, then grew quiet. Instead of trying to refute the comment in any way, I grew silent myself as I thought about what Ki'than had said. What could I really accomplish by doing this? Was this a mistake? Would any of my family even come?
Before my thoughts had any really time to grow into worries, my hand was placed on the desk and my ally bided me farewell. I turned back and waved at the man, and returned to the desk, bear brushing against me.
No, I had something to prove. I couldn't just sit and do nothing - I have to join the tournament.
The woman at the bar's voice came out and surprised me, as I was lost in my self-inspiring thoughts.
"Can I help you, sir?"
I nearly fell over in surprise, and I was lucky that my bear was in the way.
Hendi must have been somewhere close, as I heard him moving bushes and trees around looking for food. Wasn't quite sure which, or exactly what's he was doing, but I wasn't focusing on him then, was I?
I ducked to the left quickly, and quickly searched the air with my hands for where the motion came from. I knew I only had seconds, and I only had a vague idea of where it was from.
I caught the arm!
It was interesting how much you could tell about someone from their arm. The tissue was soft, and I felt - and, for that matter, smelled - the oils on the elf's body. This was very clearly a female around my age.
Then again, I already knew that.
Smiling to myself, I put this arm on my shoulder and whipped my body in a fashion as to flip the foe. She hit the ground with a soft thud on the forest floor - really, much greater then the wooden floors school taught me that the T'kal used - and I quickly got in a stance on top of her as to make the rest of this fight rather easy. My legs where to her sides, I was incredibly low on her, and my hands had grabbed her wrists and were pressing them against her neck.
I heard my soft voice that I was told would sober any maniac speak to her in elven rather jokingly.
"Manen's i, Inya?" (How's that, Inya?")
Her voice replied, rather high for her age, and yet, as per usual with us elves, still soothing.
"Mára, mal tye failed ana metal-"(Good, but you failed to remember-)
I heard it before I felt it - her legs quickly moved to my back as she shoved me off, and then she quickly used my sudden weakness to place me in a chokehold, arms around my neck and legs around my waist, pulling me back in a violent manner that was near inescapable. After struggling for a few seconds, I tapped her and sighed.
"Ni'm vamme going ana n-turo ana palp-tien." (I'm not going to be able to beat them.)
I could hear her shifting into a sitting position across from me as I did the same, the leaves under us making sounds similar to that of my mother's cooking. She laughed at my statement, and then changed her tongue.
"You need to practice common."
I sighed again.
"I really need to practice fighting, not common."
I could hear her shifting closer to me, as she placed an arm on my shoulder. Her words came out lovingly, as if trying to sooth a young one.
"Hey, I've fought you for a long time. I know you're style, and we both were trained in the same arts. We can't garuntee they were also trained, can we? Let alone that I'm not underestimating you, and they will. Trust your sister in this, okay? You know that, even if you lose, you're inspiring so many people?"
i moved her arm back to her lap, chuckling.
"You're right. I have to do this."
I stood knowingly.
"Hendi! Here boy!"
He came quickly, snapping several twigs and leaves, betraying his ever-growing size. He brushed up against me, forcing himself into my arm in an attempt to get me to pet him. He always was so soft - I don't know how I groomed him so well. He nearly forced me over with his weight.
Inya's tone told me she was smiling.
"Plus, your biggest fan is coming along!"
I gave her as much of a distasteful stare as a blind person could as she laughed at her pun.
~~~
As me and Hendi traveled, you could vaguely tell how close we where. It went from the sounds of grass, something I was familiar with, to the sounds of some metallic or brick-based substance, to the sounds of people overwhelming any attempt for me to try to tell what we were traveling on. I traveled in somberly, hoping that I would go in unnoticed and get a chance to find some quiet.
Turns out a bear attracts a crowd, as I heard plenty of tiny footsteps gathering around Hendi.
I could tell from their voices that they were children, which, as someone trying to inspire the masses, I liked - but not when I heard dozens of voices harassing me about me and my bear. Their excited voices spilled over each other, barely giving me time to answer the questions, let alone hear them.
"Why are you gray?"
"What's up with your ears?"
"You have a BEAR!?"
"Why are your eyes so weird?"
"Are you here for the tournament?"
Getting to the tournament might take a little longer then I initially thought.
"My name is Morniësse Sairer Lassvant. In elven culture, we greatly value meaning in names. As I was born blind, my first name, Morniësse, means "one in the dark". This is heavily ironic to me, as what people describe when they say "dark" is not accurate to what I see. My middle name, earned to me after I came back from death, means "Wise One", as I was doing very well at helping other disabled in the elven community. I try not to let my middle name identify me too much though, ha. And lastly, my last name - Lassvant, which means leaf walker. My family is the family that scouts and searches the land, and therefore we were given that name. Unfortunately, I've been unable to live up to it."
Age
"I'm around 100 - getting into adulthood by elven standards. I believe that's around 30 in human years, although I'm not exactly sure."
Gender
"I'm a male. I realize my name may make you think otherwise, haha."
Race
"I was born an Elf, although currently I would label myself as an Elven Severed. That name is really misguiding, is it not? I wasn't really Severed from death - rather, I was given a pardon by death."
Appearance
"Haha, this is rather funny to answer. I'll have my friend send you a painting, as I'm not quite sure what I look like. For that matter, I don't really know what anyone looks like!"
Strengths
"Hmm...well, for one thing, I feel like I'm on the brighter side of the spectrum when it comes to intelligence. I also have been know to be rather inspiring when I speak, and, although you wouldn't think it, I'm rather quick to react to a given scenario. With the limited knowledge of the world around me I get from my senses, I had to learn to react rather quickly. Especially living in the wild, surrounded by nature- while it is beautiful, it is also rather dangerous for a man like me. I also am not that bad of a fighter. I've been gifted with the ability to defend myself rather well, even without being able to directly see what's going on around me. I'll tell you more about that later though. And lastly, I know my way in terms of surviving on my own."
Weaknesses
"Ah, this is much easier to answer! The most obvious answer is that I am completely blind, and can't quite see the world around me. But I also have other weaknesses. I'm not particularly good at judging someone's intentions, as body language is the major way most people interpret intentions. I can here someone's tone of voice, but not any other sign of what they are planning. I also tend to bite off more then I can chew, and I attempt to do things I really shouldn't be attempting. Unfortunately, this is my nature, and it's been hard for me to change that about myself. Maybe someday I'll grow out of it."
Weapons
"While I like to think I'm halfway decent at martial arts, my real combat prowess comes from my pet bear, Hendi Morco. His name simply means "bear with eyes", which doesn't seem to mean much until you consider the Elf he guides. He's a black bear, and he's not quite fully grown, but don't let that fool you - he is especially good at defending me. Among the many things Hendi has been trained to do, he has been more then trained to defend me with his own life."
Clothing/Armor
"Now this I can describe. I tend to wear light armor made from the furs of animals my family recently hunted. Right now I'm wearing the skin of a deer, and that's often what you will see me wearing."
Background
"Alright, where to start..."
"Well, let's start at birth. While I don't remember much of the details of my early childhood, I remember my parents stressing much of how could I possibly be a hunter? Let alone a searcher, or really, accomplish anything in the wilds, where I was born and raised?"
"It turned out I wasn't completely useless at hunting."
"While most of my family used bows and such to hunt, I simply would tackle wild game and kill it through physical means. I also grew rather use to setting up traps - while it was very hard at first, doing a simple task that only required my knowledge of the terrain, which was easy enough to feel out with my body, came rather easily. I would only be allowed to actually go out and hunt on very rare occasion, and only when I had another elf directly besides me, watching me to make sure I didn't get lost."
"Well, unfortunately, I grew tired of this. Why must I always need assistance? So, around my 40th birthday, I decided I could take on the wild by myself. I went out, sniffing and feeling my surroundings, as well as listening closely, so that I could prove to my family my prowess."
"Given the coloration of my skin, you can probably guess how that went. Quite simply, I tripped over the wrong rock, and went flying down a hill. Damaged, I laid at the bottom of the hill, crying for help. Unfortunately, I was too far from camp, and bled to death."
"It was strange, the release of death. One minute I was slowly dying, the next everything was still, silent, and painless. I remember vaguely getting up, and walking for a bit, slowly and steadily. It seemed a if all of my senses where disabled, which made the already hard task of walking aimlessly even harder. Eventually, I did get a sensation - some cold presence. It told me that I had not deserved this death, and that I would be given a second chance as a Severed."
"I told the.....man.....thanks severely, and that I wouldn't let him down."
"It was strange really. I...felt him smile. And then he told me he knew I wouldn't."
"Well, to put it bluntly, I didn't let him down."
"I remember waking in my coffin, and hearing all of the people around me make sounds of excitement....I felt their hugs, their kisses, their absolute adoration of my second chance. Any who didn't believe in death and the Severed where instantly changed in their beliefs."
"After a celebration and some reprimanding, I was asked what I wanted to do with this second chance. I told them two things -"
"-I wanted to tame a bear, and I wanted to learn to fight. But most importantly, I wanted to prove to people that you could do anything if you put your mind to it, and encourage the disabled all around the world that they had worth and meaning."
"After years and years of growing used to myself and my disability, and learning to be a diplomat, I finally got my wish. I was trained to fight. I was told that I probably should learn to do that before I learned to tame a bear. It was also at this time that I got my middle name, and I wore it proudly."
"Then came the day. You see, in Elven culture, the 95th birthday was very special - it was your day to prove that you were in tune with nature. Some people went to become druids - elven wizards - some went to spend a year by themselves in the wild, and some went to tame animals."
"You could guess which one I choose."
"So, I went to the wild, searching for a bear. I was all alone again, but now I was confident and able."
"Unfortunately, the first day or so was uneventful - I merely just survived in the wild like I was used to doing. But then, one morning, I heard the growl I was looking for."
"I took my steps very carefully, sniffing and listening closely to find the bear. I also attempted to be very silent, and, if I may so myself, I succeeded at doing. When I finally came across the bear, I realized two things - it was very young, and it wasn't growling - it was crying out for help."
"I tried very hard to calm the bear down, but realized it was wrapped in vines, bleeding and being slowly killed, as I had before. I did everything I could to cut the vines apart, and then rushed the bear back to my clan."
"They saw the bear, and did everything they rushed it to the local healer. I waited outside our local healer's house while they healed the bear back to full health. This took about a week, and when I finally saw the bear - or, more accurately, heard - I was glad to hear he seemed to be at full health."
"It took a while to get the bear to listen to me, as it didn't quite understand me, and it still was a wild animal. Granted, we didn't keep it caged or anything, and I was around it rather constantly."
"Just as I had been trained, the bear was eventually trained like a seeing eye dog, and was trained to defend me. I still remember rather fondly Hendi being a big part of my 100th birthday - although to my family he was a little unbearable. Hahaha!"
"It was also at my 100th birthday I decided I had something to prove to the world, and that simply working with the disabled Elves wasn't enough. I heard of a tournament going on nearby in the human's capital city, and decided this was the perfect opportunity to do something great in the world."
"I borrowed some money from my parents, and set off on Hendi towards the giant city, where even from where I was, I could here how different this town was going to be."
Other
"For glory and honor, hazzah! Or, in the elven tongue, An alkar ar honor, linne!"
For the elf picture, imagine it without blood. Besides that..
This character was incredibly interesting to write for. I'm excited to get to play this character!
-I can picture most of the races in my head, but what do the Severed look like, and what is their culture? What exactly do you mean by immortal - unkillable, or immune to aging?
- What exactly are our characters supposed to be - Slayers? Wannabe magicians? People seeking a contract with an Entity? What should be a quality we all have?
If you couldn't tell, I already have an idea for a Severed character, but I have no idea really what they are like, and right now I'm imagining lichs basically.))
((Also, rather obviously, I would wish to be added to the microscole, although it seems that is something I had to do pregame? Or does it happen while we play?))
Having finally arrived, the man driving the car turned violently into the alleyway, and parked the car. Each of the men in the car looked at each other before nodding and kicking open their doors. They then listened for a second to hear for any immediate reaction. In the absence of this, they slowly left the van, looking through the alleyway for any clues of life, guns out.
One man in particular separated himself from the group, his black glasses and confident posture very clearly displaying that he was a leader of this group. Seeing no immediate proof of any monsters in the area. Tapping his ear for a second, he then let his voice command his lowers:
"They've already fled the area. Initiate a search of the perimeter for the beasts. Me and my partner will stay and see if we can gather any clues at this region."
Almost as quickly as they had come, they all left in the van besides the man and a man who looked..rather similar to him. Not exactly a twin, but rather close in appearance. Obviously related in some way.
A black, heavily armored car was driving towards the alleyway. In the passenger seat, a man was smoking and looking around, his black mask covering everything but his mouth. His armor was the same color as the car, and just as protective. He was maybe 3 minutes away, but his stress level was as if he was days away from the alley.
The man in the driver's seat was nearly as calm.
"Y-you realize they're probably already gone?"
"I've been doing this for years. They're always gone. The question is if they left any evidence."
"But if we've never been there, then how do they know to run?"
"They might not remember it in their normal form, but their monster form remembers the massacre."
"Oh..."
The people - well, monsters - had only minutes to evacuate before the MEF showed up.
The monster, rearing for another attack again, almost instantly stopped, fell over, and quickly transformed back to human form, leaving an unconscious body twitching on the ground.
One of the owners of a nearby coffee shop heard the screech, and quickly moved to a nearby phone, his nervous voice whispering into the device.
"Hell...hello? Is this the MEF?"
A voice at an inhumanly deep pitch responded with a chuckle.
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Growing slightly more stressed at the continued noise, I was at first exasperated when I heard another voice, until I noticed what it was saying. This voice was a unique one - an accent I didn't quite recognize, nor a personality. Interested, I turned my ear towards this newcomer, listening to it's attempts to scatter the kids. Eventually, he hit the mark, and the kids scattered. I chuckled slightly at his comment, keeping my ear to him out of respect.
My voice came out of my mouth in a slightly amused manner, yet still somber and slow.
"Ki'than? Hmm. That name is rather interesting. You're not a human, are you? Or elf for that manner?"
He chuckled, already knowing the answer to that question.
"My name is Morniësse. Pleased to meet you."
He paused for a second, then decided he needed further help from this newcomer.
"Do you happen to know where I can sign up for the tournament?"
~~~
Ki'than felt a little offended when the elf, named Morniesse, didn't return his handshake. He then made a sarcastic remark about Ki'than clearly not being human or elf. Then he asked for directions to the tournament sign-ups. "Oh sure, it's that way." Ki'than replied, pointing in the direction. He also spat out that phrase with a small amount of bitterness.
~~~
Morniësse's eyes furrowed, hearing sudden bitterness in the mans voice. His comment wasn't very helpful either.
"Excuse me Sir, have I offended you somehow? I'm quite sorry."
After a second of thinking, Morniësse slowly got off his bear, his blindness becoming apparent as he felt the ground with his hands before he rolled into the ground. He slowly stood up, a hand on Hendi to help guide him. He then walked towards Ki'than with one hand forward, searching for the man.
His voice came out rather defeated, as if he absolutely hated asking for help.
"I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but...could you please walk me there?"
~~~
Ki'than felt a pang of guilt as he soon realized that Morniesse was blind. The elf fumbled to stand up, and then searched for Ki'than with his arm. He then asked the ztaari to guide him to the tournament's sign-ups. "I must apoligize first." Ki'than replied. "You didn't return my handshake, and i didn't know you were blind until just now. But why would you be signing up for the tournament?" Ki'than then began towards the sign-up stall, going slowly for the severed elf. "Your blindness, no offense, would put you at a signifigant disadvantage." Though Ki'than may have come off as arrogant and insulting, he was purely curious, and meant no ill to the man.
~~~
The man's reason for frustration was soon realized - he thought I was rude, without realizing I am blind. Knowing how this would be treated in my culture, and knowing my blindness wasn't an obvious one, I sympathized with this man and his curiosities. The Ki'than moved slowly, trying to help me. I greatly hoped I wasn't being mislead - although my bear was following me. His footsteps were just loud enough to hear over the crowd.
After realizing the question asked of him, I smiled, and chuckled slightly.
"It would, wouldn't it? I can't use a weapon. I can't see my foe to defend myself."
This wasn't stated sarcastically, but more of jokingly.
"But, to put it simply...I want to inspire people. Let alone winning or losing, I just want to show people anything is possible."
I chuckled again.
"And you'd be surprised what years of practice can accomplish."
~~~
The elf had replied by saying he wanted to inspire people, and that his practice is what would help him accomplish this. "But what is better? Skill honed over years? Or innate, undenyable advatages?" Ki'than had thought about this question when he was younger, and on his own, he determined that if skill was equal, he who had more advantages over the other would be more likely to be victorious. But Ki'than also thought about if skill was not equal- how far could each advantage you had get you? It was a question he couldn't answer quite yet, and he had hoped on figuring it out through this tournament. Skill or advantages- which was more important?
Ki'than snapped back into reality as he realized that they had made it to the stall. "Here, there's nobody in line. The woman here will tell you the rules and how to sign up. You'll receive a coin, make sure you don't lose it." Ki'than set the man's hand on the desk and bid him farewell.
~~~
The man made an interesting comment about skill vs advantages, then grew quiet. Instead of trying to refute the comment in any way, I grew silent myself as I thought about what Ki'than had said. What could I really accomplish by doing this? Was this a mistake? Would any of my family even come?
Before my thoughts had any really time to grow into worries, my hand was placed on the desk and my ally bided me farewell. I turned back and waved at the man, and returned to the desk, bear brushing against me.
No, I had something to prove. I couldn't just sit and do nothing - I have to join the tournament.
The woman at the bar's voice came out and surprised me, as I was lost in my self-inspiring thoughts.
"Can I help you, sir?"
I nearly fell over in surprise, and I was lucky that my bear was in the way.
~~~
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I always loved a good fight in the morning.
Hendi must have been somewhere close, as I heard him moving bushes and trees around looking for food. Wasn't quite sure which, or exactly what's he was doing, but I wasn't focusing on him then, was I?
I ducked to the left quickly, and quickly searched the air with my hands for where the motion came from. I knew I only had seconds, and I only had a vague idea of where it was from.
I caught the arm!
It was interesting how much you could tell about someone from their arm. The tissue was soft, and I felt - and, for that matter, smelled - the oils on the elf's body. This was very clearly a female around my age.
Then again, I already knew that.
Smiling to myself, I put this arm on my shoulder and whipped my body in a fashion as to flip the foe. She hit the ground with a soft thud on the forest floor - really, much greater then the wooden floors school taught me that the T'kal used - and I quickly got in a stance on top of her as to make the rest of this fight rather easy. My legs where to her sides, I was incredibly low on her, and my hands had grabbed her wrists and were pressing them against her neck.
I heard my soft voice that I was told would sober any maniac speak to her in elven rather jokingly.
"Manen's i, Inya?" (How's that, Inya?")
Her voice replied, rather high for her age, and yet, as per usual with us elves, still soothing.
"Mára, mal tye failed ana metal-"(Good, but you failed to remember-)
I heard it before I felt it - her legs quickly moved to my back as she shoved me off, and then she quickly used my sudden weakness to place me in a chokehold, arms around my neck and legs around my waist, pulling me back in a violent manner that was near inescapable. After struggling for a few seconds, I tapped her and sighed.
"Ni'm vamme going ana n-turo ana palp-tien." (I'm not going to be able to beat them.)
I could hear her shifting into a sitting position across from me as I did the same, the leaves under us making sounds similar to that of my mother's cooking. She laughed at my statement, and then changed her tongue.
"You need to practice common."
I sighed again.
"I really need to practice fighting, not common."
I could hear her shifting closer to me, as she placed an arm on my shoulder. Her words came out lovingly, as if trying to sooth a young one.
"Hey, I've fought you for a long time. I know you're style, and we both were trained in the same arts. We can't garuntee they were also trained, can we? Let alone that I'm not underestimating you, and they will. Trust your sister in this, okay? You know that, even if you lose, you're inspiring so many people?"
i moved her arm back to her lap, chuckling.
"You're right. I have to do this."
I stood knowingly.
"Hendi! Here boy!"
He came quickly, snapping several twigs and leaves, betraying his ever-growing size. He brushed up against me, forcing himself into my arm in an attempt to get me to pet him. He always was so soft - I don't know how I groomed him so well. He nearly forced me over with his weight.
Inya's tone told me she was smiling.
"Plus, your biggest fan is coming along!"
I gave her as much of a distasteful stare as a blind person could as she laughed at her pun.
~~~
As me and Hendi traveled, you could vaguely tell how close we where. It went from the sounds of grass, something I was familiar with, to the sounds of some metallic or brick-based substance, to the sounds of people overwhelming any attempt for me to try to tell what we were traveling on. I traveled in somberly, hoping that I would go in unnoticed and get a chance to find some quiet.
Turns out a bear attracts a crowd, as I heard plenty of tiny footsteps gathering around Hendi.
I could tell from their voices that they were children, which, as someone trying to inspire the masses, I liked - but not when I heard dozens of voices harassing me about me and my bear. Their excited voices spilled over each other, barely giving me time to answer the questions, let alone hear them.
"Why are you gray?"
"What's up with your ears?"
"You have a BEAR!?"
"Why are your eyes so weird?"
"Are you here for the tournament?"
Getting to the tournament might take a little longer then I initially thought.
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Name
"My name is Morniësse Sairer Lassvant. In elven culture, we greatly value meaning in names. As I was born blind, my first name, Morniësse, means "one in the dark". This is heavily ironic to me, as what people describe when they say "dark" is not accurate to what I see. My middle name, earned to me after I came back from death, means "Wise One", as I was doing very well at helping other disabled in the elven community. I try not to let my middle name identify me too much though, ha. And lastly, my last name - Lassvant, which means leaf walker. My family is the family that scouts and searches the land, and therefore we were given that name. Unfortunately, I've been unable to live up to it."
Age
"I'm around 100 - getting into adulthood by elven standards. I believe that's around 30 in human years, although I'm not exactly sure."
Gender
"I'm a male. I realize my name may make you think otherwise, haha."
Race
"I was born an Elf, although currently I would label myself as an Elven Severed. That name is really misguiding, is it not? I wasn't really Severed from death - rather, I was given a pardon by death."
Appearance
"Haha, this is rather funny to answer. I'll have my friend send you a painting, as I'm not quite sure what I look like. For that matter, I don't really know what anyone looks like!"
Strengths
"Hmm...well, for one thing, I feel like I'm on the brighter side of the spectrum when it comes to intelligence. I also have been know to be rather inspiring when I speak, and, although you wouldn't think it, I'm rather quick to react to a given scenario. With the limited knowledge of the world around me I get from my senses, I had to learn to react rather quickly. Especially living in the wild, surrounded by nature- while it is beautiful, it is also rather dangerous for a man like me. I also am not that bad of a fighter. I've been gifted with the ability to defend myself rather well, even without being able to directly see what's going on around me. I'll tell you more about that later though. And lastly, I know my way in terms of surviving on my own."
Weaknesses
"Ah, this is much easier to answer! The most obvious answer is that I am completely blind, and can't quite see the world around me. But I also have other weaknesses. I'm not particularly good at judging someone's intentions, as body language is the major way most people interpret intentions. I can here someone's tone of voice, but not any other sign of what they are planning. I also tend to bite off more then I can chew, and I attempt to do things I really shouldn't be attempting. Unfortunately, this is my nature, and it's been hard for me to change that about myself. Maybe someday I'll grow out of it."
Weapons
"While I like to think I'm halfway decent at martial arts, my real combat prowess comes from my pet bear, Hendi Morco. His name simply means "bear with eyes", which doesn't seem to mean much until you consider the Elf he guides. He's a black bear, and he's not quite fully grown, but don't let that fool you - he is especially good at defending me. Among the many things Hendi has been trained to do, he has been more then trained to defend me with his own life."
Clothing/Armor
"Now this I can describe. I tend to wear light armor made from the furs of animals my family recently hunted. Right now I'm wearing the skin of a deer, and that's often what you will see me wearing."
Background
"Alright, where to start..."
"Well, let's start at birth. While I don't remember much of the details of my early childhood, I remember my parents stressing much of how could I possibly be a hunter? Let alone a searcher, or really, accomplish anything in the wilds, where I was born and raised?"
"It turned out I wasn't completely useless at hunting."
"While most of my family used bows and such to hunt, I simply would tackle wild game and kill it through physical means. I also grew rather use to setting up traps - while it was very hard at first, doing a simple task that only required my knowledge of the terrain, which was easy enough to feel out with my body, came rather easily. I would only be allowed to actually go out and hunt on very rare occasion, and only when I had another elf directly besides me, watching me to make sure I didn't get lost."
"Well, unfortunately, I grew tired of this. Why must I always need assistance? So, around my 40th birthday, I decided I could take on the wild by myself. I went out, sniffing and feeling my surroundings, as well as listening closely, so that I could prove to my family my prowess."
"Given the coloration of my skin, you can probably guess how that went. Quite simply, I tripped over the wrong rock, and went flying down a hill. Damaged, I laid at the bottom of the hill, crying for help. Unfortunately, I was too far from camp, and bled to death."
"It was strange, the release of death. One minute I was slowly dying, the next everything was still, silent, and painless. I remember vaguely getting up, and walking for a bit, slowly and steadily. It seemed a if all of my senses where disabled, which made the already hard task of walking aimlessly even harder. Eventually, I did get a sensation - some cold presence. It told me that I had not deserved this death, and that I would be given a second chance as a Severed."
"I told the.....man.....thanks severely, and that I wouldn't let him down."
"It was strange really. I...felt him smile. And then he told me he knew I wouldn't."
"Well, to put it bluntly, I didn't let him down."
"I remember waking in my coffin, and hearing all of the people around me make sounds of excitement....I felt their hugs, their kisses, their absolute adoration of my second chance. Any who didn't believe in death and the Severed where instantly changed in their beliefs."
"After a celebration and some reprimanding, I was asked what I wanted to do with this second chance. I told them two things -"
"-I wanted to tame a bear, and I wanted to learn to fight. But most importantly, I wanted to prove to people that you could do anything if you put your mind to it, and encourage the disabled all around the world that they had worth and meaning."
"After years and years of growing used to myself and my disability, and learning to be a diplomat, I finally got my wish. I was trained to fight. I was told that I probably should learn to do that before I learned to tame a bear. It was also at this time that I got my middle name, and I wore it proudly."
"Then came the day. You see, in Elven culture, the 95th birthday was very special - it was your day to prove that you were in tune with nature. Some people went to become druids - elven wizards - some went to spend a year by themselves in the wild, and some went to tame animals."
"You could guess which one I choose."
"So, I went to the wild, searching for a bear. I was all alone again, but now I was confident and able."
"Unfortunately, the first day or so was uneventful - I merely just survived in the wild like I was used to doing. But then, one morning, I heard the growl I was looking for."
"I took my steps very carefully, sniffing and listening closely to find the bear. I also attempted to be very silent, and, if I may so myself, I succeeded at doing. When I finally came across the bear, I realized two things - it was very young, and it wasn't growling - it was crying out for help."
"I tried very hard to calm the bear down, but realized it was wrapped in vines, bleeding and being slowly killed, as I had before. I did everything I could to cut the vines apart, and then rushed the bear back to my clan."
"They saw the bear, and did everything they rushed it to the local healer. I waited outside our local healer's house while they healed the bear back to full health. This took about a week, and when I finally saw the bear - or, more accurately, heard - I was glad to hear he seemed to be at full health."
"It took a while to get the bear to listen to me, as it didn't quite understand me, and it still was a wild animal. Granted, we didn't keep it caged or anything, and I was around it rather constantly."
"Just as I had been trained, the bear was eventually trained like a seeing eye dog, and was trained to defend me. I still remember rather fondly Hendi being a big part of my 100th birthday - although to my family he was a little unbearable. Hahaha!"
"It was also at my 100th birthday I decided I had something to prove to the world, and that simply working with the disabled Elves wasn't enough. I heard of a tournament going on nearby in the human's capital city, and decided this was the perfect opportunity to do something great in the world."
"I borrowed some money from my parents, and set off on Hendi towards the giant city, where even from where I was, I could here how different this town was going to be."
Other
"For glory and honor, hazzah! Or, in the elven tongue, An alkar ar honor, linne!"
For the elf picture, imagine it without blood. Besides that..
This character was incredibly interesting to write for. I'm excited to get to play this character!
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((This was originally a naga, but I came up with a much better idea.))
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I will also be taking a bit to write up my character
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((So, I don't have Skype, but I have FaceTime and discord. This is a problem. I wish it was just pms on mine craft forums but that isn't the case.
Also editing my app into this post - I'm thinking an undead bird. Going to be interesting.))
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((I'm excited!
Two quick questions:
-I can picture most of the races in my head, but what do the Severed look like, and what is their culture? What exactly do you mean by immortal - unkillable, or immune to aging?
- What exactly are our characters supposed to be - Slayers? Wannabe magicians? People seeking a contract with an Entity? What should be a quality we all have?
If you couldn't tell, I already have an idea for a Severed character, but I have no idea really what they are like, and right now I'm imagining lichs basically.))
((Also, rather obviously, I would wish to be added to the microscole, although it seems that is something I had to do pregame? Or does it happen while we play?))
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Having finally arrived, the man driving the car turned violently into the alleyway, and parked the car. Each of the men in the car looked at each other before nodding and kicking open their doors. They then listened for a second to hear for any immediate reaction. In the absence of this, they slowly left the van, looking through the alleyway for any clues of life, guns out.
One man in particular separated himself from the group, his black glasses and confident posture very clearly displaying that he was a leader of this group. Seeing no immediate proof of any monsters in the area. Tapping his ear for a second, he then let his voice command his lowers:
"They've already fled the area. Initiate a search of the perimeter for the beasts. Me and my partner will stay and see if we can gather any clues at this region."
Almost as quickly as they had come, they all left in the van besides the man and a man who looked..rather similar to him. Not exactly a twin, but rather close in appearance. Obviously related in some way.
It was his partner who spoke first.
"Don't worry, we will find them. We always do."
The man chuckled.
"I'm not worried. I've already found them."
The partner raised his eyebrow.
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((My apologies. I'll be back to posting here regularly.))
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((Sorry for the doublepost.))
A black, heavily armored car was driving towards the alleyway. In the passenger seat, a man was smoking and looking around, his black mask covering everything but his mouth. His armor was the same color as the car, and just as protective. He was maybe 3 minutes away, but his stress level was as if he was days away from the alley.
The man in the driver's seat was nearly as calm.
"Y-you realize they're probably already gone?"
"I've been doing this for years. They're always gone. The question is if they left any evidence."
"But if we've never been there, then how do they know to run?"
"They might not remember it in their normal form, but their monster form remembers the massacre."
"Oh..."
The people - well, monsters - had only minutes to evacuate before the MEF showed up.
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Jack, after a second or two of looking down, chuckled at the proposed name. His amused voice added to the sounds of approval at the idea.
"Sure. Unique names like that tend to stick in people's minds, don't you think?"
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((Will post soon, been busy.))
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((Trust me, I didn't expect this either. Although soon the MEF will arrive...))
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The monster, rearing for another attack again, almost instantly stopped, fell over, and quickly transformed back to human form, leaving an unconscious body twitching on the ground.
One of the owners of a nearby coffee shop heard the screech, and quickly moved to a nearby phone, his nervous voice whispering into the device.
"Hell...hello? Is this the MEF?"
A voice at an inhumanly deep pitch responded with a chuckle.
"What's the situation, boy?"
The coffee shop owner chuckled nervously.
"It's...it's a stage 3."
All humor faded from the other side of the line.
"We'll be right there."
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((Having a little trouble figuring out exactly what is going on.))