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  1. MC Name:

             angel129bu

     

    Character's Name:

             Angeline

     

    Character's Age:

             o

     

    Character's Original Race (N/A if not applicable):

             sorvian

     

    Transformed form:

             sorvian

     

    Creator's MC Name:

             rathat

     

    Creator's RP Name:

             Danilo

     

    Briefly explain the lore behind this construct or creature:

             

    Sorvians are artificial beings, there bodies are comprised of a wooden skeleton,clay and a porcelain mask. Their skeleton must be sufficiently covered in clay, their skeletons can be made of any wood, except ironwood. Non playable newts are also made much like player ones but they are much smaller and cannot be used in combat. The process of creating a sorvian involves a player sculptor who meticulously carve an entire suitable skeleton out of wood, then they cover the bones in clay which will become the sorvians faux flesh. The final act of making a sorvian entails the creation of a special mask that will hold their soul. The mask is made of porcelain, and must have a mouth and two eyes, upon the back of the mask the sculptor in a deep trance, will inscribe an unreadable unpronounceable  series of symbols in blood. Sorvians are mainly humanoid in appearance, they can range from 4ft to 6tf in height, they are also allowed to have four arms, although each individual arm will have half strength divided amongst them. Sorvians that are in disrepair or have been damaged  in some form, may be fixed by another sculptor with blood and soul essence. A damaged limb for example may be repaired by creating a new limb out of wood and clay and applying some blood to the connection point, when placed onto the sorvian it will magically reattach itself in a few minutes.

     

    Sorvians do not need to breath-eat-sleep-or drink to survive, they can withstand harsh weather and unlivable climates, to a point. They will start to break down as many years or extreme conditions they live with/in. This disrepair can always be maintained by a sculptor, sorvians are essentially timeless beings, they do not show signs of aging or slowing down unlike humanoid organic descendants. If a sorvian is slain they can be brought back bye placing their mask on what is known as a “husk”. A husk is essentially a blank sorvian body, devoid of soul or life, at least until their mask is placed upon it. Once a suitable or recovered sorvian mask is place upon the husk it will begin to glow and shape itself to look like the original sorvian no matter how the husk looks it will always shape back to the sorvians original form. Most sorvian damages can be repaired simply. Although if a sorvian is decapitated it will die immediately. A sorvians mask may be made out of porcelain but they require 3 good blunt hits to shatter, and a sorvians limbs are more likely to be cut by hacking or slashing weapons, since they are comprised of wood and clay.

     

    Sorvians are essentially social constructs they require other cultures contact to form their personalities. They will often go about attempting to prove themselves in many different ways as they hold firm in their beliefs. Their experiences shape them usually, unless they are given a directive or purpose from their creator. A sorvian is bound to whoever awakened them, if they were to order there sorvian to do something the sorvian would be unable to deny their order.

    A sorvian may be subject to a mental break in which their minds will degrade and their ideals would be rendered meaningless, this can be interpreted in just about any way. A sorvian may lose memories or experiences, they may even lose their personalities and see their thoughts in a new light such as memories from a different perspective.



     

    Sorvians ARE able to learn this feat, but creatures without a soul are unable to.

    Sorvians may NOT fade to black at any time

    Sorvians will do all they can to protect their masks as their very soul resides within, and if someone where to look into a sorvians mask or try to stick their fingers in the masks holes they would be met buy a cold pitch black wall.

     

    OOC- i promise this is a handwritten app, the letters are black because it came from google doc!

     

    If this construct or creature has some form of aesthetic choice, can you describe how they look? 

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    Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

             n/a

     

    Do you agree to keep Story writers updated on the status of your magic app?:

             yes

     

    Are you aware that if this creature is shelved, your character may be given the option to revert or be indefinitely shelved?

             yes

     

    Memey RP or using this CA for subpar villain/bandit RP can lead to your app being denied, even after acceptance. Please put "I understand" as your response once you have read this part and understand the consequences.

             I understand

     

    Have you applied for this creature on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

             no

  2.  [Cristonia, Guardsman, Cristonia's Father, Szymon]
    "Szymon?" Cristonia called around, going from town to town in search of her fiancee. After several weeks which turned into months then to years. She had no luck finding him. Her last thought was to check Norland, a place he and her had thought of as a possible home. After getting there she began to ask around, "Hello? Have you seen or heard of a man named Szymon? I'm looking for him…" She told every stranger that she walked by. Only a few of them had never met Szymon, and a few had met him but weren't sure if they should tell her he was dead. "Please? Anyone… Have you seen Szymon?!" Cristonia cried, she felt like she lost everything. Her parents, her little brother, her past pets, and now her fiancee. It wasn't until later that one of the guards on duty that night spotted her sitting down near the tavern. "Evening miss, is there anything I can help you with?" Cristonia looked up from her slight sadness. "Actually, yes sir. Have you heard or met anyone by the name of Szymon? I'm looking for him and have been all day." She sighed, lowering her head. A serious expression dominated the guard’s face "Ma'am. I'm sorry to say this, but your friend is no longer with us. He died in his home, the barracks after slitting his wrists. Truly an individual worth pity. He was a fine guardsman… " Cristonia stared at the guard dumbfounded, thinking he was joking. "But… You have to be joking! He can't be gone. I need him!" Cristonia screamed, tears streaming down her face. The guard took ahold of her hand gently, and shook his head. “I apologize ms. But Szymon is gone, It’s not a joke. I can take you to his room in the guard house. Where he spent his final days.” The guard offered waiting patiently for a response. “Please? Can I see where he was?” Cristonia stood, getting a better grip on the guard’s hand. “Of course.” The guard nodded and began to lead her there. After what seemed like ages, only being about a 10 minute walk they arrived at Szymon’s door. “Is it safe to enter?” Cristonia asked, her eyes red and puffy. Still crying, she lowered her head waiting for the guard to respond. "Aye. It is, but ma’am allow me to accompany you inside.” The guard offered once again, pulling the door open with a twist of the knob. Cristonia nodded, still hand in hand with the guard as they both stepped inside. Cristonia looked around at the beautiful placement, admiring the ambiance. The guard led her to where they had found the body of the young man they all once called Szymon. “It’s a beautiful spot to pass on… I have to admit. All the flowers, and everything that was left here.” Cristonia paused for a moment. “Would you leave me alone? I have something I need to do.” Cristonia asked, letting go of the guard’s hand. “But Ma’am. You don’t know what’s in here. It could be very dangerous. There could be rats, or racoons, or…” The guard paused with a small sigh. “I see. I’ll leave you be ma’am. I’ll step outside, yell if you need me.” And with that the guard stepped outside of the room. Cristonia walked around the limited confines of the room within the guard house, her heart aching at what she’d seen and heard. Cristonia knew it was about time, she’d joined him. She quietly searched the room, looking for a sword or something sharp to end her own life. But it was at that moment, her heart decided it was going to give out. She had then died of a broken heart, making a slight thud on the wooden floor. Soon to be with her lover Szymon once more. It wasn’t until a few moments had passed, and Cristonia woke up in a glistening forest. Where she met her Father who’d died back in Rozania, and her lover standing beside him. “Hello my dear…” Her father greeted her, with a solemn expression. “It’s good to see you, although you know we weren’t originally ready for you to come here.” Her father paused, turning his attention to Szymon knowing he had something to say. “Cris… Why? Why are you here?” Szymon stepped forward, taking ahold of both her hands in his hands looking into her eyes. “I couldn’t live without you. I tried to originally end my own life. But I guess fate had other plans… I assume it was a heart attack, but I was so heartbroken from hearing you’ve died. So I guess you could honestly say I died of a broken heart.” Cristonia chuckled softly, smiling. “But… I thought you wanted to live longer… Perhaps find another?” Szymon asked, still looking into her eyes. “You were the only one I ever wanted. The only one I ever needed. I couldn’t live without you, and here we are now.” Cristonia, wrapped her arms around Szymon in a hug. “I’ve missed you so much…” Szymon replied, wrapping his arms around her. Forever in an eternal embrace, at the end of it all this is what true love looks like…
  3. Ezra, Zahira, Yerro, Callum, Emony, and Sola

    Ezra stepped out of hers and her lifemates blarg. She knew what had to be done, She ushered her children to follow her while she carried the youngest in her arms. "Mom? What's going on... Why is there fire everywhere?" Ezra shook her head. Dismissing her daughter's question, she was more focused on finding her lifemate and getting their children to safety. "Dew nub beh afrayd ziztah, whi juz fallo momo. Mi zhur zhe kno wher zhe ez goin'." Yerro tried to reassure his sister, Zahira. Callum Followed silently, he was holding the hand of his sister Emony and his older brother Yerro who lead them to follow Ezra. Emony looked around at the flames, she was more curious then scared. She looked up at her older sister Zahira who followed behind them. "Sister?" Emony called up to Zahira. "Yes? What's wrong? Do you feel sick?" Zahira paused for a moment. "Mom hold on." Zahira called out to Ezra. "I think Em's about to be sick." Ezra stopped for a moment, turning around. "Juz pik her ub. Whi dew nub hab tik fer diz." Ezra sighed, her voice filled with concern and worry. "Right, Come here Em." Zahira knelt down and scooped her sister into her arms forcing Emony to let go of Callum's hand, nodding for them to continue on. Sola rested in Ezra's arms, unaware of the issues at hand. She was more tired and chose to sleep rather then be afraid.

  4. Ezra/Yerro/Zahira/Callum

    Ezra blinked at the parchment she held in her hands. She almost couldn't believe that the man she thought of as a father after everything was actually gone. She'd lost a lot, and now an adopted father that she thought so fondly of. She still remembered the time, William had walked her down the isle for her and Brawly's wedding and how William joked about her height. She sighed softly, all she could do at the moment was laugh at the good memories. Her son's Yerro, and Callum amongst her daughter's Zahira, Emony and now Sola came by her side. Sola never had a chance to meet William, but Ezra would make sure that she knew he was the best and most kindest man that ever lived. "Momo?" Yerro looked into her eyes. "Ez gawdpopo reallee gon?" Ezra nodded solemnly, although Yerro hadn't spent much time with William he was still his godfather. Yerro frowned, he was honestly very sad to hear this but had no words. He looked up into the sky, offering a big toothy goofy grin. "Wherevahr lat ez, whi wyhl nuber fergit lat. Gawdpopo." He lowered his head in a moment of Silence. Ezra wrapped her arm around Yerro, as Zahira opened her mouth to speak. "I don't remember this man, but I'm sure you won't let me forget. Neither you or daddy will. But for what it's worth, Godfather.... I hope you find peace." Zahira sighed, moving to stand by her older brother Yerro and join him in the moment of silence. Callum walked over, he had the most confused look on his face. He'd never met William either, but again he was going to learn about him and all the good he'd done for their family. "Who is the man you're speaking of mom?" Callum questioned looking between her and his siblings. He was holding their newest addition, Sola in his arms. "Is he important or something?" Callum sighed, he honestly felt bad for the remorseful moment not knowing William. Yerro lifted his head stepping over to his little brother, kneeling in front of him. "Yub. He ez vury impertunt. He ez aur gawdpopo, agh alweyz wyhl beh. Mi kno lat dyd nub meht him, buht whi wyhl tehl lat abut him." Yerro smiled pulling his little brother and sister Sola into a loose hug so that he didn't squash her. Ezra turned to her children, smiling slightly. William would be proud of the man Yerro was growing up to be.... She turned to them wrapping her arms around all of them before taking them back inside for dinner.

  5. Ezra raised a brow, hearing of said auction. She figured this could do her family some good, having 6 kids and recently loosing her eldest son. She traveled over to grab a raffle ticket in hopes of getting something, she didn't care what it was.

    IGN: angel128bu
    RP NAME: Ezra Scath

  6. [!]   

         A Missive would be posted around Rozania, hung on walls the denizens would pass frequently. On the ninth of first seed year 42 of the second age, we have lost a member of our Rozanian family. It is with a heavy heart, we the Scath family do announce the untimely death of our eldest son, Keetzo Scath.

          He died in battle in service to the rangers of Elysium with his honor intact. He lived to defend the innocent and vanquish those who would seek to do them harm. He was the beloved son of Ezra and Zurk but was adopted by Brawly and Ezra after they were married.

          He was loved by all in the family including his brothers Yerro and Soren, as well as his sisters Mellena, Paige, and Zahira. The funeral will be held in a saint’s day (OOC Sunday September 19th) Rest in peace Keetzo Scath beloved son of Ezra and Brawly. You will be missed.

    (OOC: Below depicts a picture of the person who died.) 

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  7. Ezra looked at the missive, her expression heavily saddened. "Mi guezz etz tik, tew go intu hyding." She turned to her lifemate and children(ones that chose to stay.) "Itz tik tew go, etz nub zayfe rygh nauw." Ezra gently folded the missive, her heart breaking as they'd once again need to hide. 

  8. Ezra looked over this missive. Ecstatic at the news, "Whi kan finallee go hom!" Ezra cheered, turning to her lifemate and children. "Whi kan go hom!"

  9. Ezra stared at the missive, shaking her head. "Mi kannub beliebe diz..." Ezra crumpled the missive, pausing to send a few prayers to her spirits. Tossing away the Missive. "Oizin. Lat wyhl pey fer diz." Ezra turned and walked away.

  10.       Willyam, 

                 Et ez wiv grate honour, dat lat haz tayken ahl ub uz en az hez own familee. Mi ahm gratefuhl fer everting lat haz dun and wyhl dew fer ahl uf uz az a hole. Whi aur honeztlee prowd tew kahl lat familee, agh wyhl alweyz dew aur bezt tew beh der fer lat az much az lat haz ben fer uz.

    P.Z  Whi appreziate lat zo much, agh aur glahd tew beh apart ub zahrizzah.

     

    Scath Family

  11. I'm currently looking for a player who is available and willing to play my persona's son. The child is half orc, half goblin his name is Keetzo the last name is our family name which is Scath.  Keetzo is probably 10 years old now. They aren't very old, but their parents are a goblin named Ezra Scath and a human named Brawly Scath. I'm hoping the one who'll play Keetzo knows Blah which is the common orc speak. I'm just looking for a player for  Keetzo, DM either Dope Bob weed pants#8972 Or animallover23#0171. We'll provide you with the skins, and proper ages. You don't have to play them often, as I know some people have other persona's that are their priority. But we would like to see them every now and then. Thanks! (side note - our ingame usernames are angel129bu and tk4522_John.)

    This has been taken down. Do not message us on our discord or ingame. I apologize to those who were thinking of being my persona's child.

  12. Lilly was an interesting person who had a wonderful heart and two amazing sons. She however spent most of her time with a group called X-cution, where she was an assassin taking on targets and earning money for her family. Her first son Cillo, didn't see much of her due to that fact. He mostly grew up on his own, but this post isn't about her son. It's about Lilly, I guess you could say she was a wonderful mother. She adopted a third child taking care of her for only a short period of time before she'd gone to the tavern in Talon's Grotto. She met up with her son Brawly and daughter Paige, only to later on that day pass away. She was looking quite worse for wear and sickly, but it didn't take long for that poor woman to collapse onto the floor of the alehouse tavern. The woman only the age of 64, her body broken down and she really felt it. It didn't take a toll on her until later that day, when she passed away peacefully on the tavern floor close with her son Brawly, and daughter Paige.

     

    Rest In Piece 𝕷𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝕾𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖍

  13. MC Name:

             angel129bu

     

    Character's Name:

             Ezra'Ungri

     

    Character's Age:

             41

     

    Character's Race:

             Goblin

     

    What magic(s) will you be learning?

             Housemagery

     

    Teacher's MC Name:

             HypedAngel

     

    Teacher's RP Name:

             Saemos Hidone

     

    Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

             No

     

    Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your magic app?:

             Yes

     

    Are you aware that if this magic is shelved, that you may no longer use it in character?

             Yes

  14. MC Name: angel129bu

    Character Name: Gwenyth Ireheart

    Character Age: 23

    Appearance: Red eyes, ginger hair, light skin

    Bloodline - Olaf

    Define who you shall be related to inside the bloodline (E.g, Son of , grandson of etc): Twin sister of Glothgin

    Do you agree to follow the Clan Tenets OOC’ly and IC’ly and face the consequences for their breaking?: Yes

    What is your Discord?: animallover23#0171

  15. MC name:crow_scar

    character name Glothgin ireheart 

    character age:20

    appearance:ginger hair with braided beard and red eyes stands at 3ft 5 inches

    bloodline:olof 

    relation in bloodline: son of Korin ireheart

    yes I agree to follow the tennets of the clan both icly and oocly on risk of eternal damnation and ultimately pking of my dwarf

    My discord: crowthorn#4782

    for the image of my skin please contact lefty_bojangles 

     

  16. [!] Pieces of armor,prosthetic limbs and blood would be found scattered around krugmar they seemed to belong to guh’krush of klan gorkil, was he massacred? or had he done this himself? following the pieces and blood

    stains they would lead to a cliff overlooking the grasslands,where he would often visit whenever he needed to clear his mind, but something was.....different this time.As he looked over the grasslands he would draw his war cleaver looking it over he would then speak. “zkah….mi hab beyn wurrflezz zince dah furzt tik mi wuz born...mi hab nub’azh aneymoor... MI AB WEAK!” he would say as he impaled the warcleaver into the firm ground beneath him.He would look his body over noticing every scar burn and prosthetic piece he had replacing his body..a thought would pass bye his mind. [!] lat ab ag kowurd lat ab pathetic...lats brudduz all flatz bekuz uff...LAT! guh’krush would tthink this torturous thought over and over a thousand times in his head before kneeling down and speaking.”Turgath mi kub forgev latz popo….korgahk mi brudda furgev mi....agh Adelaide mi luv pleze….forget mi....

    with his moping done and over,he knew what must be done.He had lost his home his kub his rex and his will to go on.He would stand to his feet and would look down towards his cleaver grasping the handle and yanking it firmly out of the ground.He would hold it up in front of him as he walked towards the edge of the cliff.Memories of his life in klan gorkil would pass by quickly as he grew closer towards the edge of the cliff.He would halt just toe length away plaicing the cleaver to his gut and leaning forward over the edge of the cliff,he would begin to smile as he leaned farther and farther until before he knew it he had fallen off of the cliff cleaver slicing firmly into his stomach as he fell.He would close his eyes as he grew closer towards the ground one last thought emerging in his head. [!] Gug’ye brudduz and ziztahz uff krug….rulg fur evurytin.

     

     

    -ooc: It really hurts mi to do this guys but I just want to let you know that the time I spent within the orcish community was the best time ive ever spent in my life and I really do mean it. you guys are awesome!!! beyond awesome! I just wish I could of been better I hope to still be in the orcish community after this but I don't know if ill even be on lotc for a while...I just want to shout out to elite_snipes nanman _jandy_ Gopnikhaswares cornphlake dutch bonehead and many more everyone in this community had been a great inspiration in my life in lotc and irl I love you guys and hope to see you on the flip side.

     

    sorry for the bd quality of this topic its one of the first ive ever written and im terrible at writing sometimes.

  17. MC Name: crow_scar

    Character's Name: Ribroak

    Character's Age: 5

     

    Character's Original Race (N/A if not applicable):

             N/A

     

    Transformed form:

             Toad wonk

     

    Creator's MC Name:

             crow_scar

     

    Creator's RP Name:

             N/A

     

    Briefly explain the lore behind this construct or creature:

             

    The wonks are very peculiar creatures.  There are two sub races and two societies of wonks.  They form different groups. The first group would be the tribal wonks.  They are set in their old ways and have a rather tribal mindset. They stay within their swamps and huts never venturing out.  They live together staying in closely knit tribes. Tribal wonks are a bit more territorial then reformed wonks.  They do not trust outsiders as easily as reformed wonks would.  They are stuck in a primitive mindset.  They gather resources from the swamps around them to fashion their clothing, tools and huts.  They prefer to use basic spears and bows to hunt for food in the marshes which they then eat raw or boil. Tribal wonks are an ET playable culture of wonks ONLY.

    Now that we have covered tribal wonks. Let us cover reformed wonks. Reformed wonks are wonks that have broken off from their older ways and instead roam around the lands looking for new culture to in a way.....copy, something fresh in their eyes. When they run into a group/town/city of descendants they tend to copy not only how they speak but perhaps their customs. They start taking bits and pieces from everything they see and putting it together into a refurbished version of a broken yet interesting culture. The reformed wonks clothing tends to be made of different scraps of cloth and or pieces of fabric they find in an attempt to make themselves look more civilized.  They do this to appear  just like the desendants they wish to copy. The reformed wonks are caught in a much more peaceful mindset.  They don't usually attack or threaten other descendants without being provoked first. These reformed wonks tend to live away from other reformed villages, and rather living with other descendant groups they fancy.Last but not least they are the ONLY playable type of wonk.

     

    Now to talk about the wonks hatching and growth. Wonks have no gender and are unable to procreate.  They may assign themselves a gender that they feel fits their personality, but they are naturally without gender.  .How wonks reproduce is once they become an adult.  They  will produce five to ten eggs in the ridges and crevices of their backs, the eggs start at the size of marbles.  The eggs will grow to the size of tennis balls between the span of a four too six day period. Each bump being an egg.  Once the eggs have grown to full size the wonk will expel them from their back by flexing their back muscles.  After the eggs have been expelled the wonk will have formations on their back that look much like burst skin bubbles, which will heal within several years. If the wonk lives in a reformed wonk village they will expel their eggs into a community pond or pool in the center of the village.  But if it is a lone wonk then any body of freshwater will do. After the eggs have been deposited one day later they will hatch, with some difficulty but the ones that do survive will grow from large tadpoles to fully grown wonks within five years. The newly grown wonk, or toad wonk will take on the subtype of their parent wonk.

     

    The frog wonks are taller and thinner then toad wonks standing at 4’6 to 5’0.  Wonks have the same strength as an average human but show no signs of muscular build. The skin of a wonk feels sticky like spilled soda. Their tongues are the length of 4 times a human tongue but can be used like a weapon. It has only the strength of a finger poke.  They do not possess any poison in their skin like most poison frogs would.  The blood changes color with temperature.  When they are warm, the blood is red, when they are cold the blood is blue.  When wonk blood is consumed by a non wonk creature while warm, its a feeling of being high.  when the blood is consumed when the Wonk is cold, it causes a state of dizzy nauseated feeling.  Wonks cannot hop like normal frogs but can walk upright like a human in posture.  Since wonks do not possess any teeth, if they were to bite on something it would crush instead of tear like with normal teeth the blood and mouth parts are same for toad wonks.Toad wonks are shorter and stouter that their frog counter parts they stand at 4’1 to 4’7 their skin is bumier and rougher unlike their softer slimy frog counter species.

    frog wonks skin can range from various shades of bright neon green and yellow, whilst toad wonks skin tone range from brown to dark green to neon colors around their hands and backs.

     

     

     

    Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

             N/A

     

    Do you agree to keep Story writers updated on the status of your magic app?:

             yes

     

    Do you understand that if this creature's lore is undergoing an activity trial and that trial fails, you will no longer be able to play this creature and will be forced to either revert the character back to its normal form (if it was a transformative type) or stop playing the character entirely (if it is an entirely new creature)?:

             yes but i really really hope that you guys wont take away wonks

     

    Memey RP or using this CA for subpar villain/bandit RP can lead to your app being denied, even after acceptance. Please put "I understand" as your response once you have read this part and understand the consequences.

             i understand

     

    Have you applied for this creature on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

             N/A

  18. MC Name: crow_scar

    Character's Name: kar'jo The Blind

    Character's Age: 25

     

    Character's Original Race (N/A if not applicable):

             N/A

     

    Transformed form:

             kha'pantera

     

    Creator's MC Name:

             crow_scar

     

    Creator's RP Name:

             N/A

     

    Briefly explain the lore behind this construct or creature:

             

    The kharajyr were created by the daemon Metztli they are often reffered to as her children.  Metztli is often depicted as being feline in appearance and the reason as to why the kharajyr were created isn't completely known. Perhaps Metztli made them to rule by her side and to spread her name throughout the mortal world.  The kharajyr are often seen in different sub races of ocelot such as:  The kha’tigrasi which is often the largest and usually strongest of the kharajyr.  The tigrasi usually have orange coats with black stripes and work as warriors or as part of a large workforce.  The next sub race would be the kha’pantera who seem to be the most hidden and cunning of Metztli’s children. Their pelts are often jet black but can turn gray with age or anomaly.  The next sub race and arguably the shortest of the all the others would be the kha’cheetrah who happen to be the fastest of the kharajyr. (although they cannot reach 60 mile speeds like their ocelot counterparts).  Their pelts are often bright yellow to dusted yellow with brows splotches or spots covering their pelt. Last but not least the kha’leparda who seem to be balanced out with their height and build of the other kharajyr. The Kha’Leparda’s pelts are often light tan to  a dark or medium yellow color.

     

    Kharajyr anatomy:

    Kharajyr are large bipedal humanoids with distinct aspects of feline heritage often possessing an ocelots best features.  One of the most notable are claws which range between 1.5 and 2.5 inches.  They also have large heads akin to that of a feline.  They possess teeth that have inch long molars.  With these teeth they also have the ability to eat almost anything including flesh and marrow from bones.  Kharajyr have eyes that give them a bit of an advantage in dark rooms or darkness in general. The eye colors can range from normal human colors, to coppery cat eyes.   The kha also have jointed tails and padded paws and feet like that of a feline, fur that will shed at a certain length and advanced hearing that allows them to hear things around them better. With the hair on their head it is quite fascinating because it seems female kharajyr can grow hair like normal descendants, while males cannot they instead grow manes, which they can braid and style any way they wish. 

     

    Life cycle:

    0-5 years of age they are kittens and cannot speak and they walk on all fours their height ranges from 1’2 to 1’8 

    6-9 years of age walking and talking will still be very hard but will be manageable with effort their teeth will also be grown in at this point they range from 2’1 to 3’0 

    10-15 years of age at this point they are considered a cub this is where they hit puberty and begin maturing they range from 3’9 to 4’8

    16-130 years of age at this point they will continue to grow and can speak fluently with their accent and are considered adults

    130-200 years of age after passing the age of 130 they will start to age considerably and their movements will begin to slow once they reach 160 they will be either very frail or weak do to the fact that they are reaching the last years of their life which they will finally pass at the age of 200.

     

    crossbreeding can only happen between the different subraces of kharajyr and affect their offspring in different ways mainly their fur patterns and build.

     

     

     

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  19. MC Name: crow_scar

    Character's Name: Tián chung

    Character's Age: 25

     

    Character's Original Race (N/A if not applicable):

             N/A

     

    Transformed form:

             Hou-Zi - Hei-zhu

     

    Creator's MC Name:

             crow_scar

     

    Creator's RP Name:

             N/A

     

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    The Hei-Zhu are the strongest and largest of the hou-zi. They best resemble gorillas.The Hei-Zhu are warriors, they practice strength and its many fortitudes. They are stubborn and often value strength over art and literature.They often try to prove themselves through tasks of strength such as chopping down trees or lifting heavy objects. Not only do they value strength but discipline is a great factor that plays in their lives as well.  They often seek enlightenment through worship of the youngest son of Hou-shen, Hou-Da patron of strength and discipline.The Hei-Zhu are more inclined to follow the path of sun and turtle, they are often seen doing the hardest of labors among the Hou-Zi.

     

    Then there are the laobai-zhu this race of hou-zi made up the lower castes, also called the common tribe of the hou-zi empire, they were the merchants, fisherman, and farmers. they were often looked down upon by the higher echelons. because of their lower class status they were never allowed to raise in ranks of hou-zi society.  laobai-zhu are however considered to be the jack of all traits.  They are the most well rounded and adaptable of the hou-zi tribes, able to take on any and all professions they choose.  This adaptability allows them to become experts in any form of chi-bending, however it may prevent them from mastering things like achieving mastery such as a   fei-zhu family member or Hei-zhu would in their respective paths.  however in the past the laobai-zhu have become masters of the way if the sun in the past

     

    Last but not least there is the Fei-zhu, the Fei-zhu are the most graceful and arguably the most beautiful of all of the hou-zi.They are known for their beautiful fur which can be any color of the rainbow, Fei-zhu of the old hou-zi empires where primarily the noble cast serving as politicians, courtiers, ministers, artists poets, musicians, and counselors. But they were still a minority do to the larger laobai population, Fei-zhu were devout to Hou-shen the god king of the monkey people.After the kings disappearance the people took up becoming shenjiao priests they would go off and teach other hou-zi that they would join their god king in heaven.Fei-shu have less physical strength then the other members of the hou-zi but make for it in their nimbleness and dexterity, when it comes to chi bending they are more likely to take the path of the crane or moon.They also value find craftsmanship and art and are the most slender and lithe of the ape folk.  

     

     

     

    hou-zi history

     

    The hou-zi used to just be primitive apes who lived on the island of Aslu they were no better than the common animal,that is until the daemon Metzli came along looking for a race to serve her.The daemon was ultimately pleased with how the hou-zi organized themselves and how fast and great at hunting they were, so she began giving them intelligence, she started with one ape who was far above the others, he became hou-shen.Hou-shen became the legendary god king of the hou-zi he served metzli loyally and came to found the great hou-zi in 4 years.The hou-zi built enormous palaces and their empire just kept on rapidly developing into the marvelous developed Hou-zi they are today in Arcas.In 50 years the hou-zi reached a golden age this led them to desire to expand their empire through Axios, and although it seemed like they were going to win they ended up failing which provided terrible consequences for them.They lost their king hou-shen and the elves came together against them and completely devastated their empire.They were forced to sign a surrender and were allowed to continue living in their jungles of  Asul, the hou-zi weren't even close to the shadows of the kingdom or people  they once were.

     

     

     

     

    hou-zi religion 

     

    The religion of the hou-zi is divided into two branches with very different origins but as time went on they had moved together and were considered as one.

    shenjiao is based on the worship of Hou-shen the first of their race and his three sons who are the first of each subrace.The spirits of the dead hou-zi are also valued considering that they go to paradise.

    hua-jiao follows the teachings of the a prophet fei-zhu (Hualian  the prophet) who was of high class, he decided to mix with the humblest and meditate to find the cause of pain and suffering.

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  20. MC Name: crow_scar

    Character's Name: uggarugg

    Character's Age: 25

     

    Character's Original Race (N/A if not applicable):

             N/A

     

    Transformed form:

             olog

     

    Creator's MC Name:

             crow_scar

     

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             N/A

     

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    The olog is a subrace of uruk just as gobbo is, the olog however is the strongest of the other sub races  and other descendants.They are however the most idiotic and least of intellect meaning quite frankly they are dumb.They have a sense of rudimentary honor and can be easily manipulated through food or battle, but they tend to stay loyal to their brothers and sisters in krug.They are the largest of the other races as well they can get up to 10 ft or higher but the taller they are the more slouched they become.Ologs also posses an extraordinary digestive tract they can eat most metals and stones with ease, and will often try to prove their strength by eating enemys weapons, they may even consume the downed foes with their armor still intact! Ologs are quite idiotic in the sense that they will usually try to cater to the only senses they know which is hunger, happiness and anger they will usually do or say whatever comes to their mind first, say if there was a young girl with a doll the olog may still the doll and devour it while sitting atop the little girl, or.....he may just eat the little girl and keep the doll for himself for whatever reason there may  be.... (it has happened before 0_0) to sum this up the ologs are brutish fiends with incredible strength a sense of honor more or less and could most likely out eat any of the races.

     

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  21. MC Name: angel129bu

    Character's Name: Benjamin

    Character's Age: 55

     

    Character's Original Race (N/A if not applicable):

             Male halfling

     

    Transformed form:

             Level 1 haunt

     

    Creator's MC Name:

             angel129bu

     

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             N/A

     

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    A haunt is a ghost,a copied image of a character who has died,Haunts are unaware of their own deaths and will try to continue their daily lives.A haunt is a translucent black and white form,its eyes are completely white without pupils.

    Their voices are often distorted,and rather vague,they exist in a delusional haze,causing them to believe they are alive,these hazes are constructed from bits and pieces of memories they had when they were alive.Although  they are ghosts,they cannot float,phase or shift their appearance they cannot even pass through walls.Haunts cannot effect the world,they cannot be felt,seen,or heard by others.If you can break through the delusion of a haunt,they can evolve to the next level of ghost(Revenant)-Revenants have pupils and iris’s,as a Revenant they will manifest powers,of invisibility and floating(although they will not be able to fly) these apparations cannot awaken themselves and must be awakened by someone else with absolute proof of their own death.If this can be achieved they will eventually manifest into either a poltergeist or spectre(depending on how they take the realization of their death).Once manifested into a poltergeist you become able to attack,cause harm,throw objects and frighten others,and cause destruction in whatever way they can.Spectres,on the other hand are spirits who have made peace with their deaths,they are generally non-threatening,and may look for ways to peacefully pass on if they choose so.

     

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  22. *ogank’shrogo,would stumble off the poorly made raft onto this new unfamiliar land,he may not be able to see,but he could smell the new air.He quickly dug his toes into the sand, A crude frown would spread across his pale face,the air smelled fresh the ground was too soft...and NO WALLS.....this new land its....its....HORRIBLE! He would think to himself,how can they live like this!? Never the less he would scrounge around in his pocket taking out a special mushroom he had been keeping from the others,he would quickly pop it into his mouth and let out a sigh.He would then extend his arms and begin following the voices of his fellow goblins,ready but not entirely willing to make a fresh start in these new lands.

  23. MC Name: angel129bu

    Character's Name: anna spritesfield

    Character's Age: 30

     

    Character's Original Race (N/A if not applicable):

             female wood elf

     

    Transformed form:

             (willow) Dryad

     

    Creator's MC Name:

             angel129bu

     

    Creator's RP Name:

             N/A

     

    Briefly explain the lore behind this construct or creature:

             

    For starters a Dryad is a female wood elf,the only race that can become a Dryad.At a certain point in the wood elf's life be it when they are younger or older,they go through a change called the blossoming.During this change they have a strong urge to set out to find a tree that in a strange way is calling them to it.It's  believed that the bond between tree and elf is made while the elf is a toddler and the tree a sapling.The elf may choose to ignore this powerful urge and with perseverance the dryad-ism can be overcome,but if the female chooses to follow the change she will decide to set out on a journey to find this tree that calls to her,and when she does a strong sense of calm comes over her.This sense of calm is so powerful that everything else in her life becomes irrelevant,she will still be her old self and have her old mental state as well as no change in her diet,but she will have no need for any other relationship,(granted this does not mean she will be antisocial)the blossoming will take a month to complete its hold on the female,and while it does nothing else will matter except being in the presence of her tree.In a way they are soul mates bonded for life,although this bond can be broken before the blossoming is complete through shear will power.But if the blossom is fully complete they can still sever the connection but it is very painful after which when succeeded she may return to her normal life if wanted.After the blossoming has been completed her body will take on a different form,she may grow small amounts of bark on her skin and she may want to wear clothing made form the leaves of her tree,she will want to sleep near it every night and the farther she is from her tree the sadder and weeker she feels.If she does not return to sleep near her tree every three days she will die.Although if her tree dies she will not die herself but she will be stricken with great sorrow and  crippling grief she may even take her own life.If her tree does perish if will conceive a seed known as the amber seed wich may be planted at which the tree will grow at an alarming magical rate,what once took hundreds of years may only take a couple of months to a year to grow.She will feel rather comforted and protective of the seed produced from her fallen tree and if she stays near it,it seems to fill her with life just as her tree once had,she may carry it around with her or find a safe place to plant her tree,she will also have the ability to feel the pain that her tree feels such as the chop of an axe or the heat of flames passing over it. To this day nobody really knows how dryads came to be some argue that they have always existed and that there population tends to rise and fall with time while others would say that they came about during the races time in Asulon both seem to be true in a sense there may be a large population of them throughout the forests,but at the same time,there could only be a single one for a few hundred years.Regardless all female wood elves will here the call some point in there life and feel the powerful urge that comes with it.A Dryad will know what is needed for her and her trees survival,a Dryad will also be able to find her way back to her tree no matter where she is,not only that but she will be able to tell if someone is a Dryad just by looking at them as well as if a tree is bonded to another dryad,she will also know how to sever the connection between her and the tree,as well as knowing about the amber seed and how to use it.And as I had mentioned they are not antisocial but they feel no need for relationships,they can still procreate but any attempt as to this would be seen as rape,being to the fact she already has a life mate,her tree.If the elf has any combat training she will still retain it although she may not feel the need to use it often or ever unless protecting herself or her tree.

     

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