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Lacernella Rubra

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  1. Raptors characters.

    Koori "We throw starfish" Kobayashi Sisterhood of Witches - Alexandria Chaos incarnate, perhaps even the origin of - Shanna. Priscilla Bellmour Jazmine "Hex" - I'll put a spell on you. Dhizzandra. "Trees are people too, ok?" Eilwen - too pretty for you - Miraki [Nymeria] [Hanyusha] - I want to turn you into a monster - Rin.
  2. Raptors characters.

    Vannen Ithara. Age Eighteen. Origin Corum Current Locale --. [Mobile.] Status Vati1- House of Ithara. Focus: -- Instrument mastery1Dexterity2 BREAKDOWN ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯ Height 5'10" Weight 150 pounds. Hair Style Straight or styled auburn tresses. Eye Color Crimson. Complexion Dark tan. Body art Pierced ears, as well as a large red ‘gem’ that sits in the middle of its forehead. Enhancements: Keen hearing (their large ears make them a bit more sensitive to sound.) PSYCHOSOMATIC ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯ --; Naive; As it doesn’t have much experience with the outside world, it is quite naïve in how it works. --; Loyal; Will do anything for those it considers 'friends.' Or people it is interested in. --; Flippant; Tends to brush off anything that doesn’t seem of it’s concern.(This mostly pertained to studying when it was younger, and now it tends to be advice and warnings from everyone around it.) TOOLS ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯ Equipment » Headwear| None. » Upper body| A flowing white smock. » Arms| Gloves to protect its fingers when it’s plays » Lower body| A white skirt that drapes to its knees. » Feet| Sandals. Work attire » Same as Above Weapon(s) Primary: Zahai. Blade Length: 4' Overall Length: 5' Features: Zahai is a special weapon, it must be worn like a keytar, (sling over the shoulders.), and it can be plucked by hands and the ‘bow’ like blade that accompanies it. Many confuse it for a type of violin. Zahai is crafted from living wood, tuned to its voice and their partnership is of mutual benefit to both. To further both Zahai and it’s own power, they must work in harmony. |SKILLS ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯ Instrument mastery – The Ithara house prides itself on weapon honing and talent. While they use resonance, they prefer to focus it through their weapons. Children are groomed to build their weapons from a young age if they show talent. Swordplay – Though this skill is hardly beyond anything more than slightly above novice.
  3. [Quest] To BECOME DEATH...

    “I fear, that once I let you go – you will stop being a kind man.” Priscilla retorts, even as her face finds sorrow trapped within. It clears from her visage a moment as he requests information, a gentle, low sigh escaping her throat. “Time and time again, we find success within adversity – yet you always want to rush headlong into the danger. Always so eager to leave us behind.” Her lips tighten, thinning against her teeth before Priscilla sighs gently and releases the hands clasped in front of her, to spread them to the empty room aside from themselves. “First, you must go to Tartarus. This is no small feat in itself, but just getting there is only half of it. Your goal in Tartarus will be Styx’s very soul…And then Hades. If neither of these foolish errands kill you, you must find your way to the land of souls here, and claim the individual that holds the same meaning as Styx and Hades.” Priscilla pauses, her covered face tilting to look out one of the unbarred windows. The city below in peaceful slumber, frightened beneath the cloak of darkness that surrounds them. “Then you must return so that I can perform the ritual required.” Her head tilts as she takes in the air that filters through the castle, her hands tightening in the fabric of her dress. “Know that if you go through with this, there is no turning back. You will have no family, no wife, no love beyond what little group you have made here. You will be as though a physical god, incapable of reaching those below in any way. You will never again be held as a son, a father, a lover, a King. You sacrifice all you are to become this thing.” Priscilla pauses to let the weight of the words settle on Bull’s shoulders, even as her veil shadows her gaze and it turns back towards him. “You will bring Death to all you know.” The sorrow has returned now, and the queen finds frustration in her very blood. “I have on request, before you make your decision, I would like you to share a meal with me.” The woman requests, turning away from the gargantuan man as she moves from the throne room and towards the kitchens. Priscilla does not need to look back to know he will follow.
  4. The Red Tower.

    “No. I don’t want to go to Mageside City.” There was a finality in her tone that spoke volumes. Shanna was rarely a creature of somber tones and final decisions, but it was clear this matter was not for joking, nor was it negotiable. Her tone lightened much more after that, however, and that usual placid smile returned to her visage. “Mm! I love fish! We should definitely get stuff ready and leave tomorrow, then! Or even today! And we don’t need horses, silly. We’ll just go back to Umbra, and take the airship to Vdara. It’ll be much faster, and we won’t have to walk at all.” It was an easy enough thing, it seemed. Shanna gives a pleased look as her map unfurls from nowhere across the table. A single pointer finger touches the town labeled on the coast. “Here. And I’m super excited to go, so let’s get going!” Shanna exclaims. Once Jaro has seen the map, she rolls it up and it disappears once more.
  5. I'm back...again? Shit. I don't know.

    I'm sure that'll be negotiable, depending on which company you go with. Who knows, maybe you won't even need a doctor referral to get your replacements!
  6. I'm back...again? Shit. I don't know.

    Sorry, ValucreTM insurance doesn't cover limb replacements. Your cybernetics will have to be taken care of by a third party.
  7. Dragons Are Forever

    To say Alexandria had been surprised by the She-Orc’s passionate display in return to her own was an understatement, but Alexandria did not withdraw. Instead, she pressed further into it, encouraging the She-orc into what Natasha misread as a war-cry. When she finally withdrew, Alexandria grinned with a vigor she hadn’t had prior. “Aye.” She replies briefly, though a squeak of surprise escapes her when she is lifted like a toddler. For a moment, Alexandria blushes, the strength behind Natasha’s hold evident – and the elf finds it in great appreciation, it making her stomach flutter in…delight. Alexandria allows herself to be positioned upon Durzol, and while Syvos offers a grunt, the crimson dragon taking to the sky to lead the way back home. The oncoming storm that contained Marquise brought a smile to the tired witches face. It seemed fate had other plans for Marquise, allowing him to survive, though Chubbo’s presence made it clear to Alexandria who had done the saving, and to whom Marquise owed his life. A laugh echoed Natasha’s own as Alexandria opened her arms to allow Chubbo to use the lines that connected her to the Coven Soul to return to his master, before the woman slumped back against Natasha, completely sure that the Orc would support her. “Ahhh, I want the biggest steak!” The elf commented after a moment, before she pointed to the horizon. “Home!” And home they went.
  8. Grant me serenity.

    Priscilla had remained curled, her head tucked into her knees as she tried to stave off the nightmares the half-breed had offered her. Such things were not foreign, the plagues of the mind were often heavy in most humankind. Doubt never filled her, however. Priscilla knew her family to be what it was, so their betrayal was not a shock, nor was it entirely unexpected. So when Rin entered with her meal and bedding, her head lifted to stare at her. What the half-breed didn’t see was fear, nor did she see anything beyond quiet determination. “What is your goal here, demon?”
  9. Wonderland Resort: Dunk Tank and Comedy Show!

    “Oh, and the fruit throwing begins.” Holly laughs, it’s dark and melodic, but she offers a wink to Genevieve. “The boots are my favorite, too.” The Reaver states, her attention now moving over to Lexip as he moves forward, and she taps the bottom of the crook against the stage with a mirth filled gaze. “Ohmy, looks like Mister Lexip is having a bit of a rough go. Maybe he needs some encouragement.” She grins at the crowd, stamping the crook against the stage with a few resounding thunks as the crowd stirs a bit more, laughing as Lexip brought the zenith of his joke to light. A few loud guffaws joined claps sporadically in the crowd. A moment later, Holly waved her hand and motioned for the baskets of fruits and vegetables to be brought down and set on each table. “Remember, Mister Lexip is perfect for target practice before you go down to try and send the Peacekeeper into the water~.”
  10. [Mount Ariadne] A Gathering.

    Morwenna didn’t really have a choice, as she became an ornament atop of Alexandria’s shoulder. The larger witch smiled as she made the trek. To say that Alexandria oozed confidence wasn’t an understatement. Any insecurity she had was well hidden, and she hm’d quietly when she couldn’t find the kitchens just yet. “No, but I’m hungry. So we need to find the kitchens so we can nom food.” Alexandria offered. “I also don’t stay much here. I’m normally out doing stuff.” Alexandria sniffed at the air after a moment, however. “Ah, I think it’s this way.” She headed down another path, before grinning as they came upon what seemed to be a kitchen of sorts. “Ah, yay.”
  11. I'm back...again? Shit. I don't know.

    Welcome back. Please remember to keep all limbs inside the vehicle while you reorient, ValucreTM isn't responsible for personal injury.
  12. dvsn vs the Flu, [T1 DM, loser leaves net]

    Did you, though?
  13. Wonderland Resort

    “Ah, Shivers! Nice to meet you Mis—eeee!” Shanna finds herself tugged from suddenly, her gentle nature letting her be tugged as she gave a small grin. She doesn’t seem any more chastised as Neph gives his speech, as she rocks back and forth on her heels, putting her hands behind her back as she listens. Though listening, is a stretch of the word. “But…Jorge..that’s not fair, I wanna help!” The woman protests, a pout touching her visage. However, she gasped at the knowledge of his name being false, and stared at him in disbelief. “You lied to me? But why?” Her lower lip quivered, ignoring his last question as she tried to make sense of one of her best friends lying to her! How could he?! She sniffed once, and then twice, before a large tear (almost comical in size) fell between them. Her rocking now ceased, and her head hung a bit like a child being scolded. However, the sound of something bolting across the door caused a different sort of reaction. Shanna’s head snapped up, eyes wide. Her pupils dilated a bit, and her breathing became a tad faster. No matter what warning Neph had just given her, panic began to settle into the woman’s behaviors. She shifted, looking uncomfortable and agitated. “Nononono, don’t lock it…” A half whimper drew from her mouth, a mewling sort of noise. “I won’t…I didn’t do it, I promise…please don’t lock me up again…” Faster, her brain spun until her vision narrowed and her breathing became harsher, ragged. It was pretty clear at this point, Shanna had reverted into a memory or perhaps many memories of trauma. The airhead hadn’t even seen the other door that led around the other side of the bar. Magic flared along her body, wild and rampant, it whipped her hair and clothes in its vortex, though disturbed nothing else in the room. However, a moment later the magic seemed to vanish. Meanwhile, Brutus, who had his paws encased in metal, found himself quite irate. All he wanted was to know the man’s affiliations, they had never run into anyone quite like the wolf…thing biped. The thing, however, had chosen to not only ignore Brutus’ greeting, but use a magic of offense on him. A low growl came, as teeth bared at the creature. The pristine coat of the hellhound seemed to grow suddenly, as his form became larger. While he had once stood at the height of a great dane, now stood a creature closer to the size of a Kodiak, or a small car. The agitation he felt from his witch did not help matters, and Brutus viewed the biped to be the cause of it. He was not a stupid creature, afterall, not entirely. He may have chosen to bond with an airheaded witch, but he had his own wits about him for the most part. “Release it.” He growled into the air, snapping powerful jaws in warning.
  14. [Quest] To BECOME DEATH...

    Steady footsteps carried her form to the man atop of the throne, not ceasing until she had reached the zenith of the steps upward. Priscilla’s hand drew back, and collided with Bull’s massive form. The resounding smack was heard across the hall. There had only been three instances in Bull’s life that his mother had ever lain hands on him, once as a young boy, and now twice as an adult. She did not pull away once her palm had laid against his cheek, and instead she drew in a deep breath. “Do not raise your voice at me, young man. You may be older, wiser, and more powerful, but you will not do me that disservice.” She stood before him then, no fear of any reciprocation. Priscilla only wore her sorrow on her visage, unable to do much more than that. His further comments, however, only brought a heavy sigh from the woman. “My son, I wish you would let this go.” The woman offers as she reached to soothe the previously slapped area with a brush of her fingertips. “When we first discovered I was with child…the elation your Father and I felt was unlike anything else. Father had been prepared to sacrifice your life for the good of our people…but I could not. Perhaps it was selfish of me, but I wanted you to grow as normal as any child could. I wanted you to know the joys of a people that loved you, and to love them in return. This weight was never meant for your shoulder, beloved.” Drawing back, Priscilla moved down the dais to stand in the light that filtered through the single window now open. “It was not your father who chose to leave and abandon our people. It was I. So if you must find a place to lay blame, it is my burden to bear. Though I would make the decision again without regret, my son. You have always been the most important thing in my life.” Even beyond Father, Sir Braylen, beyond any false promises of affection. This grief, she held close. In the quiet nights beyond the senses of anyone, Priscilla had grieved quietly the loss of all she had known. The sacrifices, however, had always been worth it for his sake. “In the wild, a mother animal will go to great lengths to ensure that their young survive, and their strength multiplies massively in order to protect their young. Until you have children, you will never truly understand. Tell me, Bull, could you sacrifice my life if it meant protection for your Kingdom?” However, she pauses here – pain and grief written across her visage like a well read book. “I suppose, at this point, it doesn’t matter much, does it?” A gentle sigh, that hardness returning to her visage. “This is a fools’ errand, and you know it.”
  15. Dice Rolling Thread

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