Name: Anabiel
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Panromantic
Age: 20
Species: Nephilim
Personality: develop
Appearance: https://pin.it/7bntvnckrv4lgf (longer hair)
Skills: Empathy, scouting
Abilities: Can do magic and can fly
Gear: Plain grey tunic and leggings, barefooted
Magic: Okay so I was gonna take the powers of Nephilim from Supernatural before realizing they’re freakishly powerful, like even more so than the angel who sired them, so I’m gonna need a moment to figure this part out
(can we have a situation happen where giselles coat is taken off, either on purpose or by accident?)
Name: Abram Daystar
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Age: 21
Species: Half-tengu
Personality: Very smart, intelligent, and intuitive. A decent amount of experience. He's a towering inferno of coolness. Really, really weird. Tends to usually be perpetually moody.
Appearance: Cruel features. Taller than most. Has black hair in a fringe cut, and brown eyes. A scar on his brow, and chin. He has a tengu form.
Skills: Mostly scholarly stuff. Smart, strong, a decent magician. A decent thief as well.
Abilities: Superhuman mental and physical prowess, flight, pyrokinesis, eternal youth, other teng u powers.
Gear: A spiked chain and a cloak. Some money.
Magic: Mostly household, some elemental.
(i'm a TERRIBLE starter myself, but maybe you could do it)
Daystar looks upon the city of Lonecliff. It's talk watchtowers look up to the Sun. it's robust wall stands guard. He decided he'd go in there, despite the fact that he didn't want to go through the hassle. He flew over the city, looking for a place to land, and spotted a nice tavern, and went ahead, landing on the roof.
Giselle looks at the city of Lonecliff, remembering what it was like when Mariposas filled the air. The right side of her face sears with pain in remembrance and she sends healing waves through it, also remembering how she got it. Her face had been badly scarred, but she had never been able to heal it completely.
Name: Merodi Naito
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pan?
Age: 21
Species: Elf
Personality: INTP
Appearance: https://i.pinimg.com/564x/0d/8d/57/0d8d570421422f58afbe8e2d830c1f89.jpg
Skills: All the elf-like stuff
Abilities: Still All the elf-like stuff (You'll see)
Gear: Tri-dagger and Katana
Magic: Elemental magic, strongest in earth magic/ healing…
(Puff!)
(Cool!)
Daystar entered the tavern, grabbing a stein of beer, and walking away. He flipped a coin on the counter, behind his back, to pay for it.
Giselle walks into the tavern, keeping her cloak over her eyes.
Daystar watched the stranger walk in. A lady with a badly scarred face, barely visible. He focused on his beer, and took a sip. A couple big shady guys came in. One wore a cloak and had a greatsword, one word a shoulder and hip plate, and had a battleaxe, and the last one word a scarf, and had a pike. He figured they were old vets.
Giselle sits down in the corner of the tavern after putting a coin on the counter to pay for a stein of beer.
The tengu looks over, as the new visitors, both the girl, and the guys, take their seats. The armed men speak in hushed tones, huddling around the table. A few customers leave the bar.
(woman, not girl) Giselle carefully takes a sip of her beer, careful not to let her cloak fall off her face.
Anabiel sat in a booth, slowly swirling her drink around. Her eyes are trained on the door, as if she’s waiting for someone.
The conversation gets suspicious. Daystar hears the men using words like "deceive", "escape", and "the plan". He decides to investigate.
"Soundcarrier!" He whispers, causing his hearing to triple. There's nothing like tengu magic. He hears them clearly.
"Wait for a few more customers to leave, we can't handle this many." One of them says.
"But we need the money." Another whispers.
Giselle listens to the men's conversation.
If anything, they were planning to forcefully rob the tavern. Daystar waited, and as it got darker, customers started leaving.
'That's awesome.' He thought, sarcastically. The man with the pike, edged towards the doorway.
Her eyes watched the man steeling, full of distrust and anticipation. She didn’t know if he would do anything - all she knew was that it set her on edge.
The man drew his pike, brandishing it, blocking the door. The other two stood approaching the counter, weapons drawn.
"I'm afraid the profits you've got today belong to us…" They said, to the bartender .
Anabiel’s eyes narrowed and she slowly stood up. “Rather unlawful if you, sir,” she said slowly, a silver blade materializing in the hand she held behind her back.
Giselle's head lifts up sharply at the sound of a female voice and the glint of a blade.
"I'll say." The tengu says, with a devil may care attitude. He whispers.
"Windstagger, Delayed Release!" As a spell builds up in him. The man with the battle axe charges him. He draws in a sharp breath , and puffs it out, releasing a gale force wind. Some stains fall over, unharmed, and the man with the battleaxe is tossed about.
