Yes, Keke, could you have Aillil meet me?
Yes, Keke, could you have Aillil meet me?
Name: High Lady Camilla Zarine Kelsy
[b]Occupation: Regent of Dublin and assassin
Build: Willowy and graceful, quite short, as are all elves, but still curvaceous and feminine
Hair: Platinum Blond, so fair it is nearly white
Eyes:Emerald green, tip tilted and almond shaped
Armour: A full suit of light tanned leather armor, with both pants and a skirt but she doesn't often wear it
Jewellery: 1 of the 3 Diadems of the Broke Crown, and other misc jewellery
Weapons: A Nimcha (type of scimitar) with a brown leather wrapped hilt and a filigree gold wire hand guard. An adamantium dagger which also has a brown leather wrapped hilt but a sapphire the size of the first digit of her thumb glitters at the end, waiting for an enchantment. A green and blue quiver with gold needle work decorating it and short bow. Both sword sheaths are made of hard leather but have a green and blue velvet cover with gold needle work matching the quiver.
Misc: Various potions, poisons and flame oil to tip her arrows.
Personality: Camilla is quiet and avoids crowds at all costs. She is sure of herself to the point of recklessness and has been known to act superior. She wears her arrogance like a shield. Possessing few close friends, she shows complete loyalty to those she does have. She is ruthless with enemies and will do whatever it takes to get the job done. She is cynical and jaded, she often looks at the world with distaste and startling pessimism for one so young.
History: Camilla is the third daughter of a very highly respected General, while she was not the heir apparent her father still showed signs of favoring her. He taught her all he would have the son he never had, including the art of war, tracking and horsemanship.
When it became apparent that her mother would never produce a male heir, her father settled for the daughter whose appearance best pleased him, Camilla. And so at a very young age she was taken from her mother and placed in the war camps with her father. He rode her around in front of him on his horse, drilling into her the art of war, the art of diplomacy and government. He taught her that appearance was more important than the reality of the situation and that keeping the Empire safe and pure was the most important of all. As she grew, she taught herself to copy her father's posture, mimic his opinions and expressions right down to his disdainful frown.
As a result of her military upbringing, she usually looks at those around her as pieces to be moved about on her game board. She is calculating and sly, but also undecided in her own mind about how to fit in, and what to do.
Before long Camilla was provided with her own pony and soon gave up the skirts of girlhood and developed a habit of wearing tight pants for ease of movement and comfort while riding. This was well and good for an adolescent girl, but as she matured her father insisted she become more feminine and forced her into a school of etiquette at the age of 12. There she learned how to dance, and how to behave in polite company as well as how to wrap boys around her little finger. The lessons she learned in those classes would prove useful later, at least as useful as what her father had taught her. Those who assumed she was an empty headed boy crazy teenage girl were almost certain to underestimate her to their own demise.
On some level she realizes she was her father's pet, brought up in a manner he saw fit: Chiseled into the perfect elven queen, taught what an honor it was to be born into the generation where a Kelsy would ascend the throne, as it would pass on at her death one of the other two families who share the Broken Crown. But even as it transpired it was drilled into her that it was good and proper to serve ones country body and soul. If that meant giving up who she is, and what she believes in, then those were only sacrifices to be lain on the alter of her country.
She made her father her entire world, worshiping him as she should have her god. And in his own way he returned the sentiment. They were the center of their own universe, none mattered but themselves and their mission: To retake the British Isles for the glory of their family name and restore their race to its proper place.
Camilla's full honorific title is:
High Lady Camilla Zarine Kelsy
Lady of Connachta, An Mhumha, and Mídhe,
High Seat of House Kelsy,
Defender of the Heartland,
Guardian of the Forest ,
Daughter Heir to the Broke Crown of Ireland
Name: Lord Marshal-General Ailill Kelsy
Occupation: First General of the Elven Armies
Age: 78, though he appears younger as elves age slowly after puberty
Build: 5'6” tall, muscular but lithe.
Eyes: Sky Blue
(though usually he wears his beard fuller, and square trimmed. Currently it nearly touches his chest)
Armour: Full suit of gold embossed adamantium plate armour, though it is mostly for decorative purposes
Jewellery: Signet ring, Crown of House Kelsy
Weapons: Rapier, and the Baton of a General
History: As one of the greatest Generals in elven history, he has lead the armies of Ireland to many victories. He first enlisted when he was a lad, and has trained in war his entire adult life. He has been a ranking officer for over 50 years, and is considered a sharp wit. He loves the game of chess and is a great tactician.
Name: Daerid Galadedrid
Occupation: Priest of Freyr and of the Light
Age: 24, though he seems younger as he has been so sheltered
Build: Extremely tall for an elf, at 6'6”. He has the well muscled form of a swordsman
Armour: full heavy plate, possibly made of iron, though he is uncertain as it was a gift from Ailill
Jewellery: Amulet of Freyr
Weapons: Broadsword, Faith Magic
Misc: The Book of the Light (elvish religious text)
When Daerid was very young, the King of Ireland thought to stem the flow of blood by surrendering some of their lands to the British. Daerid's family farmhold was part of the territories lost. They did not make the elves move, at first. The humans rented them back their own land, a farm that had been in their family for generations upon generations. After a while, they raised the rent, then again, and again, and again. Finally, they were unable to pay. They sent soldiers who burned the barn, and warned them it would be worse if they persisted to fail to pay their rental fee.
The second time they came they held Daerid and his father while they raped his mother, one after another. His father fought so hard they had to knock him out, but Daerid watched until the end. When it was over the commander slit his mother's throat and told them that if they had to return, it would be worse.
When his father awoke, he left. He did not wait even to bury Daerid's mother. He didn't return for three days. When he did, he informed Daerid that he had killed the human commander who had lead the assault in his sleep.
The British hung his father and sent the five year old Daerid to a human orphanage.
Ailill heard that they had hung Daerid's father without a trial and kidnapped the boy. He went through the human courts and had the men officially reprimanded, dismissed from duty, and one was garrisoned. He took the orphan Daerid to the Temple of Freyr and took a personal interest in his studies.
Daerid was treated well, and was permitted to take holidays on the Kelsy estate. He grew up with the knowledge that one day he would be in the personal guard of House Kelsy, and was quite honored to have risen so high as the orphaned son of a farmer.
When Camilla was an infant, Ailill had Daerid swear an oath of protection, showing him how to cut his hand on his sword and telling him the words to say to pledge his life to hers. His blood to be shed before hers, his life given before hers.
He is blindly loyal and possibly not all together sane.
I made a profile for two of the gods which my characters worship, feel free to use these gods, or may your own. Let them be considered NPCs that can be used by anyone who needs to for a plot purpose.
Occupation: Goddess of Love and Beauty
Build: lush, lithe
Armour: Cloak of bird feathers,
Jewellery: necklace of the Brisings
Weapons: Who needs weapons when you are the most beautiful female in existence?
Physical Description: The most beautiful and propitious of the goddesses.
Personality: Egotistical and vain, but quick to grant favors to lesser beings. Cares little for much more than her own personal comfort and desires. Will justify any means with the end, will do anything to obtain what she desires.
History: She is the patron goddess of crops and birth, the symbol of sensuality and is called upon in matters of love. She is the sister of Freyr. Her attributes are the precious necklace of the Brisings, which she obtained by sleeping with four dwarfs, a cloak of bird feathers, which allows its wearer to change into a falcon, and a chariot pulled by two cats. She owns Hildesvini ("battle boar") which is actually her human lover Ottar in disguise. Her chambermaid is Fulla. Freya lives in a beautiful palace, a place where love songs are always played.
Prayer Method: It is hard to catch the attention of one so self absorbed, but once it is caught it can be very hard to lose especially for an attractive man. Enjoys battles dedicated to her, mock battles and spars as well.
Occupation: God of peace, wealth, sun and rain, and the patron of sailors, bountiful harvests and fertility.
Build: Thin but well muscled
Armour Full: suit of leather armour, no helm
Jewellery: Gold edged red cloak
Weapons: Sword and dagger.
Physical Description: Tall and graceful, the most beautiful of the male gods.
Personality: Jovial and a lover of excess.
Skills: Creator of dual wielding and sailing.
History: He is both a god of peace and a brave warrior He created Elves in his own image, but he has dark hair and eyes which are rare among elves. When a dark haired child is born among elves they are said to be the child of Freyr and made much of among their people. His sister is Freya. He rides a chariot pulled by the golden boar Gullinbursti which was made for him by the dwarves Brokk and Eitri. He owns the ship Skidbladnir ("wooden-bladed"), which always sails directly towards its target, and which can become so small that it can fit in Freyr's pocket. He also possesses a sword that would by itself emerge from its sheath and spread a field with carnage whenever the owner desired it.
Prayer Method: For elves and half elves this god is easy to please, for any other race it is all but impossible. Prefers receiving prayers in the daylight, under the sun or anytime in the rain. Enjoys sacrifices of fruit.
Occupation: God of Storms and Protection
Build: Large and muscular
Hair: Light Blonde
Armour: Winged Helm
Jewellery: Belt: Megingjard (x2 strength)
Weapons: Hammer: Mjollnir
Physical Description: A large, well-built male
Personality: Quick to anger, but easy to mollify. Easily pleased. Partaker of feasts and lover of women and alcoholic beverages, specifically beer.
Skills: Throwing Hammer, controlling the weather, driving a chariot through the sky basically being a badass.
History: Thor is helped by Thialfi, his servant and the messenger of the gods. During a thunderstorm, Thor rides through the heavens on his chariot pulled by the goats Tanngrisni ("gap-tooth") and Tanngnost ("tooth grinder"). Lightning flashes whenever he throws his hammer Mjollnir. Thor wears the belt Megingjard which doubles his already considerable strength. His hall is Bilskirnir, which is located in the region Thrudheim ("place of might"). His greatest enemy is Jormungand, the Midgard Serpent.
Prayer Method: This god is easy to please, with the right benediction he will grant a follower a magical protection spell to be used at their will. His blessings are considered easy to obtain but somewhat weak.
He is eager for sacrifices of virgins, beer or food. With a sacrifice his blessings are much stronger.
Occupation: Dispensing Justice.
Build: Thin but well muscled
Armour: Flowing robes
Weapons: a pair of scales, rapier
Physical Description: A stern looking woman, blindfolded and holding a pair of scales and a cornucopia
Personality: Fair, but ruthless. Does not show favor. Eager to dispense justice, always knows best, argumentative with the other gods.
Skills: Weighing intentions, actions and thoughts. She can measure a soul at a glance.
History: She has oracular powers and it is said that she built the oracle at Delphi. She wanders the world dispensing justice as she sees fit if it is sought or not.
Prayer Method: Prefers prayers given in the kneeling position with face to the ground and arms stretched forward, at night in a chant.
Pray at your own risk, as her favors can be harsh.
You NEED to get laid.
Dogar's entire existence is inappropriate. Nature laments his continued presence upon this world.
Dogar: I've promised my self and family that I'm not having sex until I'm married. Kay? Just cause I haven't had sex yet doesn't mean I'm not as cool as you. I'm not saying I'm cool. I'm not even saying that I'm perfect. It doesn't make me stupider. It doesn't ren make me different besides the fact that i'm still a virgin...
If being cool meant being like Dogar, would you want to be it?
Depends. How cool and how dogar? If only being a bit like dogar would increase my coolness trifold on the coolest meter then maybe but if I had to be all dogar to be at those levels then I might have to decline.
Kirby your about as cool as the dust on the books of an abandoned library.
And if cool was being like him hecks naw.
This RP KINDA makes me interested. I'm not a big elf person though. But eh.
There are other races you can play.
Honestly, its going much better on my other RP forum. Rules are strictly enforced and overall post quality is much better.
If you wanted a link I could probably provide such but you'd have to be a little more... diplomatic.
If you'd rather play it out here, that's cool too.
I don't know, I'm just eating doritos.
I was thinking this RP would be kind of cool of it went all genocidal.