Personality: Khan is pretty mellow and goes with whatever happens. The horse part of his brain takes over when he hears a loud noise or see a predator. Khan is a follower and likes to carry and transport goods.
History: Khan's mother died while birthing the centaur. His father raised him with the rest of his herd. He grew up and found an innate talent for scouting. When he was twenty he was branded a scout. He would rather become a warrior but he isn't a good fighter and his brand is set in his flank.
(We have a good amount of people, more than enough. We'll all be in the town of Kon, a small port. The town is attacked by tribal men and we fight to protect it meeting during the battle, before, or after. The fighting wont take place till dusk and it's gray morning right now.)
Izlude and Meliodoul made their way down a small path. They were close to the town of Kon and Meliodoul wished to get there soon for a good warm meal. On their way they ran into an old farmer driving a couch. He sped past them nearly running them over.
"What was his problem? He could have killed us." Meliodoul patted herself down while Izlude stayed sitting.
"I have a bad feeling about Kon, we should go around."
"Oh brother, you're always like that. Besides, we have no choice, we need previsions."
Izlude stayed silent as he stood up. He looked down the horizon, the port of Kon in view, "Alright, but we leave tonight."
"Fine, I'm just looking forward to a nice warm meal."
Just before they were about to set out Izlude noticed someone coming from behind them.
Kaoli stepped off the boat onto the dock, glancing around she studied the town.. Sighing she walked over to a wall and leaned against it. "How long has it been now. I just wander aimlessly no purpose, no direction. Just what am I supposed to be doing?" The thought had been in her head since the voyage started.
"Well I may as well find a place to spend the night." She paused and looked behind her at the open ocean. "I don't like this wind, I smell blood. The same scent as mine."
Personality: Roxana is sarcastic, and unwilling to let anyone get to know her. Basically she knows all her weaknesses, and thinks that the only way to appear strong is to not show emotion. She doesn’t like Magic users very much because she thinks they are to blame for the whole dark era. Right now all she really wants to do is survive, take care of herself. And (at the beginning at least) she believes that its an all-for-one sort of world. She is almost afraid to grow attached to people, because then she will want to take care of them, and she couldn’t bare it if she failed.
History: Most of her family died long ago, after she lived with a close family friend, but even then she grew distant. She has been alone for about a year now.
Roxana stood leaning against a shadowed wall, watching as people walked by her. Kon was a nice little port town, a good place to find some food and shelter for another few days, at least.
Looking up again from beneath her long dark bangs, she watched as a couple, boy and girl walked by, talking together. Clips of their conversation reached her.
"Alright, but we leave tonight."
"Fine, I'm just looking forward to a nice warm meal."
She quickly looked away again, keeping to herself.
Unless I had to
I'll do what I got to, the truth
is you could slit my throat
And with my one last gasping breath
I'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt -TBS
The girl sighed. She had to go throught the small port town of Kon; in order to get to the other side. Thorn didn't like humans, even though she is one herself. Maybe she could stock up on jerky again. Thorn loved jerky; esecially beef jerky. A smile formed on her face. Jerky was enough to make her go into the town.
"Oh well, it can't be helped." Thorned moaned.
The red haired girl dashed off and out of the forest, and towards the town.
Weapons-- daggers, knifes, just about anything she can get her hands on. Perfers logical to physical fights
Personality-- Bella is witty and always ready for a mind challenge. She trust people sooner than she should, and that often gets her hurt, but she has gotten use to it. Is loyal to the people she believes to be trustworthy, and usually sees through people before things get too bad.
History-- none to speak of yet -- possibly later I'll have something.
Extra-- will be in a relationship with Ariels (Maybe) 's male character eventually.
Khan nodded as he craned his head around to look at the deer draped across his back. The butcher nodded and walked around the counter, running his hand across his cutting board. He came to the deer and put his hand on its flank.
"When did you catch this?"
Khan thought back through the night, "Well, I found 'im outside of Port Lira around eleven and killed 'im at one, maybe?"
The butcher looked outside at his sundial. It was just before six. He looked back at Khan, "I can cut this up now so you won't have to wait all day. The blood should be set. Have you turned it frequently?"
Khan shook his head. The butcher nodded in approval and asked Khan to set the deer down on the table. Khan twisted his torso around so he could get the deer off his back. He transferred it to the table. The butcher dragged it across and stretched it out. He started cutting as Khan turned and maneuvered his way past a few racks of spices out into the street.
The bulk of Kon's morning market was coming to a close, stall tenders were putting away their merchandise from other cities and the locals were going through one last time. Khan flicked his tail in irritation, pickpockets were moseying around, acting like they didn't just steal valuables from peoples pockets.
Alas, there was nothing Khan could do. He crossed his arms and waited. A call came from the butcher shop and reached Khans ears. Khan turned and made his way back to the end of the shop.
"I can give you one sack of gold for this one. And you can have the antlers, I haven't a use for them today."
The butcher set a small bag on the table and two antlers, "Thank you, sir." Khan said and transferred the antlers and bag to his saddle bags. He made his way out of the shop again and started walking in the streets. The sun had finally made its way above the horizon. Khan smiled at it and took in the warmth he had been missing the whole night he'd been hunting.
"I need you to travel to the port town of Kon. There is something there I need you to get me."
I looked up from the book i had been studying. "Kon, master?"
The old man nodded. "That's what I said, wasn't it?"
I sighed and stood, glancing down at the book sadly. I felt a piece of paper pushed into my hand and the room began to spin. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut and allowed myself to be whisked away on the pathways of magic.
Zip-
I sighed. Yet another uneventful day at Kon. Travelers milled about, pickpockets roamed freely, and villagers went from house to house to share the latest gossip.
How much more boring could it get?
I stood slowly and picked up my tambourine, setting out a small tin in front of me. Then i began to play and dance while children scattered about me and tried to copy my movements. I laughed as they fell, picked themselves back up, and tried again.
Soon an audience began to form and coins clinked into the cup. I smiled and continued on.
Be the cartoon heart. Light a fire, light a spark. Light a fire, flame in my heart. We'll run wild, we'll be glowing in the dark.
I stood at the end of the landing stage, my arms outstretched, feeling the wind whip my hair and clothes, my eyes still wide, looking at the expanse before me.
Behind me an old fisherman gave a wheezy laugh. "You act like you've never seen the sea before m'dear."
"That's because I haven't." I said twirling round and skipping over to him. "Fresh out of a forest village I am."
He gave a sympathetic smile and continued sorting his nets, or whatever he was doing, I wasn't used to anyway of catching food that didn't involve a bow and arrow.
"Your village, was it burnt down? So many stories out there m'dear. I'm sure fire catches quickly in those woods."
I gave him a grim face at the sound of the word "Fire."
"Something like that." I said softly. "In any case, I was the only one left."
"So what brings you to Kon?"
I grinned and spun round again. "This!" I cried. "All of it! How could I possibly resist?"
I looked the old man in his pale blue eyes. "Of course I want revenge. But in a weird, horrible way, I'm free. No more eggs to sell, no more sickly mother, no more wayward brother. It may sound nasty, and disrespectful but-" I cast the ocean one more glance. "I want to remember them by doing everything they've never done." I turned back to him and gave him a strong stare.
"And they've never seen the ocean, or fought a dragon, or avenged anyone's death."
"Stella. You were in my dream the other night. And everyone called you Princess." -Lauren2010
She scratched her head. It had been 3 days since she was separated from Warren and Tamara. Warren a human man she had become close with and Tamara an elf she had met in the huge city by th sea called Sheeya.
Thorn had been searching for them, and decided that they may already be in the town of Kon.
3days ago the 3 travelers were attacked by a large group of Orgers. Thorn had become separated when she jumped off the waterfall to get away from the orgers.
"I hope those 2 are ok..." She whipsered as she entered the town limits.
I said goodbye to my companion as he set out to catch the tide and continued up through the city streets.
There was a girl singing and dancing with a tambourine. Some people were giving her money. I shrugged and looked at her, trying to get across that I would give her some if I had any. She gave me a grin and shrugged back, continuing the song.
I looked round at the other spectators. There were a girl and a boy there, a few years older than myself, taking the stance belonging to a brother and sister, though they couldn't have been more different looking. He had jet black hair like my own where as hers was a fiery gold. I even noticed her slightly pointed ears and grinned. I had only ever seen shy wood-elves, beautiful, but they kept themselves to themselves.
She whispered something to her companion and he tossed a coin into the tin and the two did the same as I did, looking around the crowds.
**there, brought both your characters in**
EDIT: Sorry, Maki. Could it still work? Even if it doesn't, in any case, I'm standing where Zip is singing now.
"Stella. You were in my dream the other night. And everyone called you Princess." -Lauren2010
I love her dearly, but I can’t live with her for a day without feeling my whole life is wasting away. — Miss Kenton, The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro
