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Good luck everyone may Desna always smile on you.
Is it ok if I answer for both of us? Asch:
Sylvia:
Oh we are both central time and most of our posting would be after 3 pm when we get out of work but can sometimes steal a little side posting time. We love a mix of both roleplay and rollplay, as you can probably tell by our histories. ^_^
Hello my name is Havoc this is my half-elf rogue going shadowdancer. Currently not in any active PbPs my absolutely favorite game was The Legacy of Marianasu. Where I played an experimental elven/dragon half breed bonded to a sword possessed by a shadow demon. Character stats are in the profile it’s currently set up as a half drow but if you’re not ok with that I’d switch it to tiefling.
Ok I just worry too easily just ask Cyra/Sylvia. ^_^
So....is this dead before it started...?I believe the recruitment is open for five more days, then the GM will take some time to look through submissions and decide. I know that it’s still open I just noticed the GM hadn’t really posted anything since Monday. I’m just used to questions and such about people’s characters. It may just be he doesn’t have any at the moment and my paranoia is in hyper drive.
So....is this dead before it started...?
Havoc here got my history together all other character info is in alias. History: "What do you mean what are those statues about?" The old man asks with a raised eyebrow at the young man. "Those statues are two of the heroes of sandpoint. What you've never heard of them!" The old man exclaims. "Alright sit down lad and I'll tell you the tale of Ascherion and Sylvia Galicia."
Ascherion's birth was not one of happiness, a rare excursion of the dark elves to the surface world left a young woman with an unwanted curse. Did the father plan to return and take his spawn to the lightless depths is unknown to history, but what is known is that Ascherion was abandoned in the wilds by his mother. Fortunately for the crying child the family of his future wife Sylvia Galicia quickly found the infant. It was hard not to notice his gray skin like smoke, his eyes lacked pupils and were instead a deep red like that of freshly spilt blood. His hair was pure white. They decided to take the child in and raise him along side their youngest daughter believing that Desna placed this child in their path as a twist of fate. They raised him as if he were a normal half-elven child, never letting on that there was anything different about his birth than normal. It wasn't until his early teenage years that he began to realize anything was different between him and Sylvia. He stood out in the throngs of people that shuffled through narrow streets. With a stature of six feet, stark white hair, scarlet eyes, and a lean body fit for quick fluid movement not to mention the grey skin, it wasn't unusual to have a few stares. He would combat this by wearing a scarf to partial conceal his features. The start was one day when a traveling merchant tried to pull steel on Ascherion calling him a "drow" which had no meaning to the young man. After asking his adoptive parents what it meant he was finally told of the dark stain in his blood. When he inquires as to why he was abandoned in that manner, they could only shrug their shoulders sadly. It was during this time that he and Sylvia began to grow closer spending as much time as they could together. She'd watch him as he trained in the battle dance; a perfect meld of body and steel. Even when she spent hours studying musty old tomes and scrolls so brittle they had to be soaked in a special oil before reading he'd sit with her. Often she'd rope Ascherion into sneaking books and scrolls out of the libraries so she could copy them always careful to bring them back. A number of years later the two are wed and begin their journey in life. He and Sylvia hear about the swallowtail festival and the dedication to a new temple of Desna. They knew then where to for their honeymoon and make their way to a small town called Sandpoint where the event would be held. |