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Skyard Underwood

Postby Skyard Underwood on June 24th, 2015, 1:01 pm

SKYARD UNDERWOOD

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APPEARANCE • CONCEPT • PERSONALITY • BELIEFS


PRE-CREATION HISTORY


LANGUAGE • SKILLS • LORES • GNOSIS


POSSESSIONS • HOUSING • LEDGER


RELATIONSHIPS • COMPANIONS


ONGOING THREADS • COMPLETED THREADS
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Skyard Underwood

Postby Skyard Underwood on June 24th, 2015, 1:01 pm

BASIC INFORMATION
Name Skyard Underwood
Age 9
Race & Sex Kelvic, Male
Place of Birth Syliras
Date of Birth Winter 21st, 506 A.v
Alignment Chaotic Neutral
Occupation Leatherworker
Height 6'2
Weight 180



APPEARANCE
Skyard possesses a rather remarkable appearance, and stands at a height of 6'2. He weighs two-hundred and fifteen pounds; maintaining a somewhat-slender appearance. Skyard has smooth rose-tinged ivory skin. Along with complementary sky-cerulean irises. His hair is albicant in coloration and possesses very few darker-toned strands; whilst the remainder are a subtle blondish-white. He appears to be aged at twenty-one years old in human appearance. Despite the fact that he is nine years old, and has reached maturity. Skyard does however take pride in being a kelvic, and his hair maintains a wild and unkempt appearance; he rarely combs it or does anything to it at all.

In Animal Form In his animal form, Skyard possesses a frightening appearance. He is rather large, and has a full body length of ten feet measured from snout to tail. The length of his body is an exact 7'0 and his tail is 3'0. The feline weighs an approximate 275 kg, and has a long beautiful mane. His coat Is incredibly white; so white that it has a tendency to hinder his ability to hunt because he is very easy to spot. When compared to other lions the Kelvic has what can be called a “supernatural” appearance.



CONCEPT
Skyard is the contrast combination of righteous judgment and furious retribution honed by time and experience. He is ultimately the result of the most extreme form of mirroring due to the severance of his Kelvic bond. Skyard is no longer who he once was, and has completely and totally become his deceased comrade. He has yet to realize that he has changed as a whole, and diligently attempts to find out more about who he truly is. Skyard is a discipline-obsessed liar who fears enslavement, and he will stop at nothing to conceal the identity of his race. Until one gains his trust, and only then shall he reveal the whole of his identity.



PERSONALITY
Skyard as a whole has become an outright reflection of his deceased comrade. He has developed a rather complex personality. He believes in justice by any and all means, and follows nonconformity. Despite being stubborn in his judgement; he is incredibly kind hearted. Skyard wishes to influence positivity upon those he comes across; unless he has a motive to do otherwise. Skyard does not have a sense of "good" nor of "evil". He often times treats most people with equality, and chooses to remain neutral. Therefore majority of the time his alignment is questionable. Skyard believes that nothing in this world exists without a counter-part. Therefore in order to be considered "Good"; evil must exist somewhere within that person or thing.

Before anything and everything else; Skyard treasures conviction and discipline. He believes that through obtaining knowledge and diligent work anything is obtainable. Skyard neither has a strong dislike for or a strong like for anything at all. He believes that when death arrives he shan't take any of the worldly possessions with him. Which is why he has decided upon being more generous with some of his possessions. Skyard doesn't mind lending a hand to a person who needs it. Yet, he will typically investigate the truth about a supposed "need" before he provides it. Skyard prefers honesty, above majority of other personality traits in anyone he comes across. He is particularly honor-bound, and will die for what he believes in with pride.
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Postby Skyard Underwood on June 24th, 2015, 1:02 pm

Pre-Creation History



Born and raised in a humble home of chivalrous wizards; Skyard never knew his birth parents. His bond-mate at the time had already been a member of the order of Syliran Knights. A few years passed and he became interested in his bond-mates interests. One of them was learning magic. During the first year he began to learn the magic called "Flux." Although he only learned the basics over time he became slightly more well versed in it. During the third year he learned the basics of auristics, and he isn't very competent with it. Simply because his bond-mate wanted him to be prepared. He had been taught from the age of but a single year old. Skyard begun training before he could so much as grow a mane. The first few years of his life went by rather swiftly, and as time fleeted; like an ocean tide he learned quite a bit. Despite being forced to learn various combat techniques; he came to appreciate his bond-mates efforts. Skyard began to mimic his bond-mates personality and as time passed he'd become but a reflection of his master. He felt that their "bond" was no bond at all, but a master and servant partnership. Skyards loyalty and compassion shone throughout the course of his life.

He'd been taught several things about how to conduct himself. He learned never to disobey his bond-mate first and foremost. Due to the fact that had he done so; he would be savagely beaten. Humans had an odd method of disciplining those they're "close" to. Skyard thought that in due time everything would change, but nothing did. At the ripe age of six years old; He spends majority of his time disciplining himself. Conviction and study were his preferred pass-times. Yet, another year passed and that was when Skyards world virtually crumbled. He'd become utterly distraught and didn't know what to think of anything at all. His bond-mate and companion, his only "friend" had been found mauled by yukmen mere hours after a training session. His brain had become racked, and he realized that without a bond he had independence. He eventually left behind the family that once "owned" him, and coiled chains about his throat. Now that he had his freedom he refused to give it away again; therefore he has decided upon not bonding. Until the time comes that he feels it is necessary.

To this day, the conflicted kelvic spends his time studying and honing his combat skills. Driven by no more then sheer hope and faith that better days will come. The dark times of his life have only begun, and he continues to have faith despite the horrific events. His life has been very cataclysmic so far, and he wishes to make it better; to shape his destiny with his own hands. Skyard wishes to make a better life for himself, and will stop at nothing to reach those goals. To this day he continues to chase the dream that is living exquisitely. Often times he finds himself wondering when someone shall come and mend his tormented heart. With his head held high he later moved on to the wonderful place called Riverfall. Out of sheer hope for gaining a new-bond mate and befriending new people. He is currently a resident and has been for approximately one year. He is currently wandering about seeking knowledge
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Postby Skyard Underwood on June 29th, 2015, 3:30 am

LANGUAGES

Fluent LanguageCommon
Basic LanguageN/a
Poor LanguageN/a


SKILLS
SKILL PROFICIENCY TOTAL XP
Unarmed Combat Competent44 10 rb + 16 sp + 18 xp
Endurance Novice 8 +8 xp
Observation Competent 30 +30 xp
Tactics Novice 6 +6 xp
investigationNovice1 +1 xp
Meditation Novice 1 +1 xp
Planning Novice2 +2 xp
Philosophy Novice4+ 4 xp
RhetoricNovice 17 +17 xp
FlirtingNovice 5 +5 xp
SeductionNovice19 +19 xp
Socialization Novice16+16 xp
Leatherworking Novice 118 sp +3 xp
Flux Competent 33 26 sp + 7 xp
KissingNovice17+17 xp
AcrobaticsNovice3+3 xp
IntimidationNovice1+1
LovemakingNovice14+14
BodybuildingNovice3+3 xp
HuntingNovice2+2 xp
Wilderness Survival(grassland)Novice1+1 xp


LORES
Observation: Recognizing (Other) Big Cats

The Language of Challenge

Flirting:The Power of Something as Simple as a Kiss

Flirting: The Key is Confidence

Ayatah: Beautifully Delicate

Planning: Best Written Down

Philosophy: Everything and Nothing

Socialization: Some Conversation AFTER the Sex

Ayatah: Slayer of Giant Beasts

Socialization: Sometimes, it's Better to Show, not Tell

Socialization: Introductions with a Child

Lore: Pursuing a Dedicated Relationship (With the Right Woman)

Combat:Supping on Your Victory

Unarmed Combat: "Knife Hand"

Lore: Not Just having a Plan, but seeing its Possible Complications

Lore of Riverfall Geography (Sp)

Religion: Follower of Wysar (Sp)

Skyard: Likes making friends

Amunet: Healer of Rak’keli

Location: Knirin Gardens

Amunet: Common isn’t so good

Rhetoric: Appealing to someone’s sense of wellbeing

Amunet: Being watched?

Seduction: Persistence is key

Seduction: Cheesy pick up lines

Shantanae: Smart horse

Does Nature Guide my Life, or Destiny?

Location: The Grotto (or "Death Falls")

Seduction: The Value of a Handsome Smile

Kelvics: Not Exactly Subtle when it comes to "Seduction"

Observation: Differing Peoples and Cultures

Cunning and Deception > Hard Work and Dedication

Acrobatics: Stretching Before Exertion

Siasaniassivonos: Fears Only the Gods

Unarmed Combat: Feint Kick Masking a Punch

The Flux: Knee Strike

Intimidation: You Never Had a Chance

• Skyard: Deems himself superior over other Kelvics

• Akalak: Tall, blue men

• Kaie: Exotic woman and dauntless warrior

• Skyard: Enjoys ferality

• Unarmed Combat: Tripping your opponent

• Endurance: Controlled breathing

• Tactics: Promting a predictable reaction through a planned attack

• Tactics: Taunting an opponent to drown their will to fight

• Tactics: Distracting a foe

• Skyard: Dislikes waking up early

• Riverfall: Valkalah's Tears

• Kaie: An old acquaintance

• Flirting: Paying a compliment

• Alcohol: A new experience

• Seduction: Taking risks

• Rewriting the past

• Lovemaking: A struggle for dominance

• Kaie: Bondmate

• The nature of strong Kelvic bonds

• Terms of the bond

• Riverfall: Kulkukan Tavern

• Flux: Hard steps

• Flux: Throwing a punch

• Flux: Uncontrolled usage leads to injury

• Starting a tavern brawl

• Relationship with Kaie: Toxic or heavenly?

• Riverfall: Gilia Medical Center

• Kaie: A user of many weapons

• Lovemaking: Competition with Kaie

• Wilderness Survival: The grass bear: A strong predator

• Hunting: Gauging the distance between predator and prey

• Unarmed Combat: Fighting in lion form

• Hunting: Hunting with a partner

•Seduction: Whispering in the ear

•Kissing: The Neck is sensitive

•Seduction: Teasing

•Kaie: Appreciative of Gifts

•Kaie: Wonderful, Daring lover.

•Kaie: Has a competitive nature.

•Leatherworking: Crafting a head-band.

•Unarmed Combat: Patience is Key to proper strikes

•Location: Tuvya Sasaran

•Tactics: Never charge directly at an opponent

•Unarmed Combat: Strikes can force an opponent to move.

•Unarmed Combat: "Pressuring" an opponent.


GNOSIS
 
Gnosis
GnosisMark 1 Mark 2 Mark 3 Mark 4
EvantiaApproved (sp)---
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Gnosis Appearance :
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"Appears as a blue flame burning brightly with a strange glow."

Gnosis Story :
He who believes

The night was young, and Leths presence rested upon the heavens. Hundreds upon thousands of various light-emitting entities filled the skies above. Silent was the dreary and incredibly dark night. Accompanied by his “master”, Skyard strolled about alongside Aaron. Retracted talon-like claws rested within the folds of his skin, wind blew feverishly against his hide. Yet, followed by the sudden gust of wind another eerie silence fell upon them. Suspicions rose, and with his optics fixated upon the path ahead Skyard attempted to enjoy the silence. The night had been quieter then Skyard has ever heard it be before. There seemed to be no patrolling knights present either, but the Syliran Wild-lands were no place to be at night. Suddenly the volatile sound of metal against metal had been heard. Skyard foolishly thought nothing of it and strolled on as if he hadn’t heard it at all. The sound however grew perpetually closer, and more audible as it did so. The sound began to change, and it had been accompanied by voices.

The voices however sounded hushed, and almost silenced. Violent winds began to blow about and Skyard grew increasingly suspicious. He stopped in his tracks, and immediately he’d felt a stinging sensation at his side. Skyard had suddenly been thrown into Aaron. Aaron fell upon the cold soil blanketed by a plethora of leaves, bewildered and surprised. Aaron had forgotten how heavy Skyard truly was when he was in animal form. Yet, the situation only became worse, as a sudden flash of light; followed by the sound of whispering wind zipped past Skyards cranium. Skyard immediately knew what went on. Just as Aaron and Skyard attempted to return home after a long day of patrolling they were followed. A loud thud was heard as it impacted the Tree just yonder Skyards right side. Skyard extended the sharp talons from the folds of his flesh, and dug them into the soil. His forepaws extended, and his hind-legs bent slightly forward, Aaron attempted to recover from the fall.

The very moment Aaron attempted to get up, Skyard pinned him to the ground upon which he lay. He wouldn’t dare allow his master to be injured even if it meant that he would meet Dira. A powerful guttural roar exited the Felines lungs, and erupted off into the atmosphere. The roar was so powerful, and so loud that his master covered his ears to protect himself from the sound. Aaron felt a vibration in his chest from the sheer amount of sound produced by the roar. The roar had been territorial and incredibly common for Lions to display warnings to those in the area. Yet, the moment he let out that loud sound it seemed to only further tempt the adversaries. Skyard knew of the presence of one adversary, but not of any more then that. Yet another metallic object flew through the air, light glinted off into the atmosphere around the object. “They’re throwing…. Daggers. a--…” Skyard hadn’t had time to so much as complete his thought. He’d been stricken in his left leg, and the knife embedded itself deep into his muscle. His consciousness began to fade, but he fought back. He charged despite being disoriented at the first individual; black clad in his midnight-colored armor. Teeth gnashed and the talons of his claws dug deep into the Bandits leather armor.



Despite the fact that he’d hardly been able to fight being that he was disoriented he continued. He tore away at a large portion of armor; before he sank the ivories of his teeth into the adversaries calve. Aqua de vitae poured into his oral cavity, and he began to pull backward in attempt to strip muscle from bone. Just as suddenly as his teeth sank into the opposition; Skyard felt a burning sensation. Suddenly Skyard came to a shocking revelation; he’d been stabbed, again. This time however he could no longer resist, and had hardly been able to put up a fight. Thoughts came swiftly and just as Skyard thought he’d practically taken down his only adversary; another struck him down. “My entire life, you’ve been taking care of me. Since the day I was born and was but a cub you took me, and raised me as if I were your own child. For that I owe you a debt that I can never repay. Perhaps though if I were to fight, fight until I am dead if it means protecting you I will have paid back what I owe you.” Skyard thought whilst he collapsed upon the ground, before he struggled to stand back up. His hind legs and forepaws shook violently as he stood once more. However he never did let go of the man who he sank his teeth into, and he shook his head in a single snapping motion. The powerful motion stripped a large portion of meat from the Bandits bone. Heavy breathing accompanied by steam exiting his lips followed the motion. He dropped the meat and proceeded forth; Skyard charged into the second adversary. His mane fluttered violently; with each of his steps powerful thuds erupted from the ground.

Adrenaline was the only reason he was even able to continue to fight. However the remainder of the battle was short-lived. As he recklessly charged the adversary he continued to take off balanced strides. Two daggers rested within Skyard now, one in his left leg, and the other in his right arm. Just as he opened his maw to viciously bite the other opponent a swift kick was delivered to his gut. All of the air left his lungs at that very moment, and he immediately transformed as he was off balanced. His nude flesh drudged across the soil leaves and rocks. Which left him scratched maimed and further injured. The daggers only embedded themselves deeper, and he found himself against Tree mere ticks afterward. His entire body had been suspended from the ground, and he felt the warmth of fingers coiled around his throat. A voice spoke, a raspy one and it spoke slowly.

“Listen here, you petchin’ animal. We’re going to have a little talk about you damned idiots who believe in the order of knights.” The Bandit spoke. Skyard lacked the ability to reply due to the fact that he was on the verge of unconsciousness. All he could do for now was nod in reply to the Bandits command.

“To that man that just ran away like a coward you are nothing but a slave. You people who actually go out of your way to serve those knights. You’re all nothing but a bunch of idiots. You all claim to be a force of good, but you are evil! Your master is Aaron; yeah He’s a mage squire! Magic is evil, it is nothing but a tool of destruction, and that man is nothing but a ticking bomb waiting to explode. He doesn’t care about you, he wants you dead! Do you not see what you’ve done for him? You’re going to get yourself killed for that evil bastard? Pathetic!”


Skyard nodded, before he attempted to speak. “You-“…

The bandit slammed his fist into Skyards gut. Immediately the breath left his lungs once more, and he coughed incredibly hard. The Bandit spoke again, in a few simple words, yet they were short. “Shut your mouth, I didn’t tell you to speak, Animal! You are going to listen to me, you will listen to me or you will die.”

“I am here to encourage you to change your aspirations. I want you to stop protecting people, and stop helping the syliran order. I want you to leave that damned coward of yours behind. “The bandit spoke, and suddenly Skyard realized that he was going to die right here and right now. Regardless of what he did either the poison would kill him or the Bandit would kill him. I am going to die, Skyard thought to himself as he was overcome with fear. He knew that he was genuinely afraid of dying, but for Aaron; death was a small price to pay for everything he owed his master. Although he could hardly speak he mustered up enough strength to deliver just a few more words.

“ou… ng..” He attempted to speak and he simply wound up grunting a couple of times. The bandit continued to strangle him a bit harder before he loosened his tight grip around the boys’ neck. “What was that fool? I don’t think I can hear you? Oh wait I didn’t think animals could actually speak human!” The bandit spoke sarcastically and scoffed.

“You’re wrong, you are nothing but wrong and you don’t even understand why!” Spoke Skyard. He took a moment to pause and catch his breath before he would speak once more.

“You are wrong, magic isn’t evil, No it is the way that people use it that makes it evil. Magic is a tool, and it can be used to protect people or it can be used to do harm to people. Magic is a tool that is so useful some people abuse it, and when you abuse magic you eventually lose control. You have no idea about the fact that Magic is no more evil then a sword. A sword is a tool that was made to kill people! At least there are various forms of magic that can protect people rather then do harm! I understand that magic can be used to harm, but honestly? There is no good, and there is no evil. There are people who choose to make decisions and rather they are good or bad they are still a decision. Good and evil are determined by people who justify the actions of the good, but even harm and murder can be called “good” if you have the right reason behind it right? No, the knights are not evil… You, you people are evil. You poisoned me, beat me, and attacked my master and for what? Is it because of your opinion of the knights? You don’t even know them, you may know my master by name but you do not know his heart...”


“I hope you are happy. Good night, Animal.” The bandit then flung forth his cranial structure. Which slammed into Skyards visage, and he fell unconscious his body impacted the ground with a loud thud. The following day he’d awoken from his sudden slumber. Bandages were wrapped around his body in various places, but especially thick upon his left leg and right arm. He could see crimson coloration in the pasty-white bandages.
Candles lit the relatively dark room he resided within. Skyards vision was blurred so much so that he could hardly make out the flame of the candles. He rubbed his eyes a bit before realizing that he had been laid in a bed. The moment he made that realization he tried to sit up. The moment his core muscles flexed he felt pain singe through his entire body. He felt as if he’d been shocked by electricity, and his head fell back upon the pillow upon which it laid formerly. He spoke “Ma-master!” in a rather loud tone.

Suddenly Skyard heard a voice, and it scared him speechless. “Calm down.. Aaron is fine, Skyard.”

Skyard was genuinely afraid at this point, because of the fact that he didn’t know who in the world this man was. “You know my--…”

The aklak cut Skyard off whilst he attempted to speak. “Why don’t you have a bit to drink first, you look parched. “ The aklak grabbed hold of a small glass filled with a bit of water and handed it to Skyard. Skyard grasped the glass and his fingertips coiled around it as he drank the entire glass in a single gulp. “Have a bit of food as well.” The aklak spoke again before he handed The Kelvic a bowl filled with nothing but a large amount of meat, rice and vegetables. Skyards animalistic side took over, and he slammed his visage into the bowl. He ate like a Neanderthal and completely forgot he was in someone else’s presence.

Skyard was starving, and he wondered how long he had been asleep, therefore he decided to ask the question. Yet, before he could so much as ask the question it had already been answered by the aklak. “It’s been three days since you’ve eaten or had anything to drink. You kelvics eat more then we tend to eat, but that should hold you for now, Skyard.”

“How do you know my name, if you do not mind me asking. Did my master tell you?” Skyard asked. The Aklak replied “No, I’ve been watching you for quite some time, Skyard. By the way, my name is Wysar.”

…”Wysar.. Don’t tell me that you’re really a--..” Skyard spoke before being cut off by the aklak once more.

“A god? Yes, yes I am. What is wrong am I not what you expected a god to look like?” Wysar asked with a smug smile upon his face. Skyard looked on in fear and asked another question.

“No.. I just don’t know why a god would want to talk to me.. What have I done that is worthy of a gods time to speak with me?” Skyard questioned. Wysar spoke in response immediately “You know it is odd when people question a god, but you’ve always wanted knowledge haven’t you Skyard? Nothing I wouldn’t expect to come from you.” Wysar chuckled a bit before speaking again. “I won’t tell you what you did to impress me, but know that I saw what you did for your master. I am impressed. Simply put, you’ve chosen the right way to go. Give me your hand.”

Skyard raised his hand although it was a slow motion; Wysar grabbed hold of the hand and yanked him to his feet. The very moment the god touched his hand he felt a strange sensation on the back of his neck; a tingling sensation. “This is a gift, and I am giving you this gift because I see a lot of potential in you. Use it often but never use it with malicious intentions.” Skyard had been marked by Wysar and he felt knowledge enter his system. Was this a gnosis? Skyard wouldn’t know, being that he immediately fell drowsy and had fallen asleep all over again.

Skyard awoke the following day, and thought that the encounter with the god was some sort of dream. Perhaps it was just the product of a radical dream. Until he attempted to tap at the back of his neck, and the moment he did so his Evantia Aura expanded. The sensation scared him because of how odd it felt and it off-balanced him the moment he stood from his bed. He knew now that the encounter was real and in fact wasn’t a dream. He spoke to the air itself and said “Wysar, If you can hear me.. then know that I Will never misuse the Evantia.”
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Postby Skyard Underwood on June 25th, 2016, 1:32 pm

POSSESSIONS


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Linen Shirt, Trousers, and a pair of turquoise shoes. ( Sp )

1 Red Cotton Shirt

1 Black Cotton Vest

1 Pair of Black Leather Shoes

1 Black Silk Scarf

1 Fur Lined Hide Mail

1 Hunters Hide

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Weapons
Cold-Steel Scimitar - Given to his Lover
Dagger( Cold Iron )
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Consumables
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Misc
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Heirloom
Skyards prized possession is the final memory of his first bond-mate. A cold-steel scimitar that may be simplistic, but it is still worth value to him. Not only does it still hold quite the sharp edge, but it holds sentimental value.


HOUSING

Location Syka

House Skyard is currently a resident at the Kuahala estates. He lives in a 400 x 400 apartment with basic furnishings, and a bit of body building equipment. His living conditions can be considered common. He hardly ever can be found in his home; unless of course he is studying text. When he does indeed study; he'll hardly ever leave home for any reason at all.



LEDGER

TRANSACTION ADDITION DEDUCTION END TOTAL
Starting Package +100.00.00 -00.00.00 100.00.00
Knuckle duster(2)1 gm -1 gm 99 gm
Body Building equipment25 gm- 25 gm74
Leather, Common, Garment Grade(5 Lbs)15 sm-15 sm73 gm 7 sm
Leatherworking kit70 gm-70 gm3 gm 7 sm
Furs and hides, common(20 Lbs)2 gm-2gm1 gm 7 sm
Cash in Housing500 gm+500 gm501 gm 7sm
Winter 515 living expenses(common)135 gm-135 gm365 gm
Shoes(black, Leather)6 sm-6 sm364 gm 4 sm
Pants(black,Cotton)1 gm -1 gm363 gm 4 sm
Scarf(Black, Silk)2 gm 5 sm- 2 gm 5 sm360 gm 9 sm
Shirt(Red,Cotton)1 sm-1 sm360 gm 8 sm
Vest(Black,Cotton)4 sm-4 sm360 gm 4 sm
The Cora apartments(spring) 516-135 gm-135 gm 225 gm
The Cora Apartments (summer)516-135 gm-135 gm90 gm
Seasonal wages ( Winter 515 )+230 gm+230 Gm320 Gm
Dagger(Cold Iron)6 gm-6 gm314 Gm
Fur Lined Hide Mail65 gm-65 Gm249 Gm
Hunters Hide20 gm-20 Gm229 Gm
Scabbard, Dagger2 gm-2 gm 227 Gm
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Postby Skyard Underwood on June 25th, 2016, 1:32 pm

RELATIONSHIPS

TBD




COMPANIONS
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Postby Skyard Underwood on June 25th, 2016, 1:33 pm

ONGOING THREADS

NAME DATE LOCATION
Name Date Location
Name Date Location
Name Date Location


COMPLETED THREADS

NAME DATE GRADES
The Treacherers Whisper Fall 31st 515 A.v
Grades :
+ 2 observation, + 1 Rhetoric, + 2 Flux, +3 Unarmed Combat, +1 Tactics, +2 Endurance
Hand To Hand Winter 4th 515 A.v
Grades :
+3 Observation, +2 Socialization, +2 Unarmed Combat, +1 Tactics, + 2 Flirting, + 1 Seduction, + 1 Rhetoric
An Unusual Circumstance Winter 4th 515 A.v (mid-day)
Grades :
Socialization +3, Investigation + 1, Rhetoric + 2 Observation +2
The Infernal Tides Winter 42nd 515 A.v
Grades :
Observation + 1, Philosophy + 2 ,Meditation + 1 ,Planning + 2
The Efflorescent WindSpring 26th 516 A.v
Grades :
Rhetoric 1, Seduction 4, Observation 4, Kissing 2
The importance of simply changing 27th Spring 516 A.v
Grades :
Observation 2 Rhetoric 2, Seduction 3
The Not So-Secret GardenSpring 25th 516 A.V
Grades :
Philosophy 1, Observation 3, Seduction 3, Rhetoric 2
Ready? Fight!Spring 30th 516 A.v
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Philosophy 1, Observation 1, Acrobatics 1, Unarmed Combat 2, Flux 1 ,Intimidation 1,
Symbols in the SandSummer 1st 516 A.v
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• Observation +1 • Socialization +4 • Flirting +1 • Seduction +2 • Kissing +5 • Lovemaking +5 • Bodybuilding +2 • Endurance +1 • Rhetoric +5 • Flux +1 • Unarmed Combat +1
A Brave New World69th of Spring, 511 AV
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• Observation +2• Unarmed Combat +3• Endurance +1• Tactics +3• Flirting +2• Kissing +1
Awakening In PassionSummer 6th 516 A.v
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Flux + 1 ,Unarmed Combat +1, Lovemaking +5, Observation + 5, Socialization + 5 ,Kissing + 5 ,Endurance +2 ,Rhetoric + 3 ,Seduction + 4 ,Leather-working +2
The Bonds That Bind Us9th Day of Summer, 516AV
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A Night To Never Be ForgottenSummer 4th 516 A.v
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Relocation Wasn't My First ChoiceSummer 10th 516 A.v
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Whispers In The JungleFall 33rd 516 A.v
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Between a Bed and a Hard PlaceDate
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• Lovemaking +4 • Acrobatics +2 • Kissing +4 • Bodybuilding +1 • Endurance +2 • Seduction +1 • Wilderness Survival (grassland) +1 • Hunting +2 • Unarmed Combat +2 • Flux +2
To Writhe In The DarknessSummer 19th 516 A.v
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Another Day Another MizaFall 30th 515 A.v
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The Shadow of Perseverance
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Observation + 4 ,Unarmed Combat + 4, Socialization + 2, Tactics +1
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Skyard Underwood
The Snow Swept Warrior
 
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