forum "Loud Thieves, Clumsy Princesses, Kleptomaniac Witches and Pyromaniacal Knights"

Started April 25, 2023 by @lord-of-the-carnival group

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Name- Resh Corvus

Age- 61

Pronouns- doesn’t care, but he/him usually

Species- Child of Light

Hair Color- pure white

Hair Length- waist length

Eye Color- vivid orange

Ethnicity- Caucasian for human reference

Skin Color- pale as a vampire

Height- 6’10 (without boots, his boots add another inch)

Body Type- deadass built like a toothpick

Magic Powers- can fly

Social Class- No

Background- No

Alignment- chaotic good

Able to see/break the fourth wall- yes

Name- Juniper Aquila

Age- 29

Pronouns- she/her

Species- Child of Light

Hair Color- light blonde

Hair Length- reaches the middle of her back

Eye Color- vivid green

Ethnicity- Hispanic for human reference

Skin Color- light brown ig

Height- 5’3

Body Type- average

Magic Powers- can fly

Social Class- No

Background- No

Alignment- neutral good

Able to see/break the fourth wall- yes

Name- Kreo
Age-22
Pronouns- He/him
Species- Human

Hair Color- White
Hair Length- Short
Eye Color- Pale Blue

Skin Color- White
Height- 5'7

Magic Powers- He's learned a bit of elemental magic, but doesn't really use it that much
Personality: A dreamy quiet boy, who loves art and stories. He often seems lost in thought, and sometimes people will forget he's even there.
Hobbies: drawing, reading,
Alignment- Neutral Good
Able to see/break the fourth wall- Occasionally he will peek over and see beyond the 4th wall, but he'll mostly stay tuned in to the present situation.

Name: Salmook Greyforge

Age: _{(Undecided at the moment, but somewhere from 10-11.)}
Pronouns: He/Him/His
Species: Human _{(Arguably…)}

Hair Color: Brown, much lighter than Naveil's.
Hair Length: Around shoulder-length, not well very kept.

Eye Color: Mostly hazel with some green streaks.
Ethnicity: Caucasian? _{(Undecided, just like Naveil.)}
Skin Color: A little tan, almost perpetual rosy cheeks

Height: Somewhere around 3 and half feet tall.

Body Type: Shaped like a friend- round and short.

Magic Powers: Not really magic, at least not in his world, but he can talk to animals.

Social Class: Poverty, before he left entirely.
Background: Dead parents! 🎉
He knows for sure that his dad died in war, and he never met his biological mom. He got adopted by a bear, and because he can talk to animals, he's convinced that she's his mom.
Alignment: Lawful Good, without a doubt. He'd lie awake at night thinking about how he forgot to bless someone who sneezed.

Able to see/break the fourth wall: No. He's not illiterate like Nav is, but he's just unfamiliar with the concept.

Have fun tormenting this baby, otherwise Naveil will do it for you.

Name- Harper Blackett
Age- 29
Pronouns- She/her

Species- Dark Dragon/Krill

Hair Color- Black

Hair Length- Reaches to mid-back or slightly above

Eye Color- Dark blue, but if she switches to infrared they turn red with black sclera.
Ethnicity- Caucasian for human reference
Skin Color- Light
Height- 6’3
Body Type- Muscular/Built

Magic Powers- Flight

Social Class- Military? Krill social class everyone’s equal regardless of status. Commoner aside from military status as a commander.
Background- Grew up in a farming community with her parents and several siblings. Good friends with the Stryker royals as their eldest is friends with one of her brothers. Joined the military at age 16 to fight in an ongoing war. Currently resides in the Wastelands in her military position, leading and participating in Wasteland cleanup crews/scouting/etc.
Alignment- I have no idea- Neutral good?
Able to see/break the fourth wall- …my brain can’t deal with that much but I’ll say sometimes.

Naveil fully took in his new surroundings. He could get used to this, as… dense as this place was. He had trouble getting pretty much anywhere thanks to all of these bushes. And the floating plant-danders didn't help either. He kept snorting to keep them out of his nose, but it was only a matter of time. He sneezed a lot louder than he'd hoped to.
"Bless you."
Who was that. He flicked out his dagger in a single movement and trained it on where the voice had originated. He was about to stab the stranger until a familiar tumbled out of bushes, just as disoriented as he was.
"Morning, Pato." Salmook said pleasantly.