why don't you come in?

we walked with a dream to hold and we could take what the world was giving

welcome
currently u/c. sorry for the lack of info.

Hello there. On behalf of my wonderful characters, I welcome you.
I, of course, am the Humph [rubberduckyy_]. I'm assuming if you're reading this page that you're from the wonderful guild known as Xohlia. If not, well, that's no problem.
I would just like to mention that my characters are subject to change, since I tend to like to fiddle around with them to improve them. I won't be making any major changes, though I might tweek some of their personalities, appearances, or history around slightly every once in a while. Just a heads up for any who are role-playing with me.
If you wish to start a role-play up with me, you can neomail me or tell me on the guild boards, and we can figure things out. If you are in a role-play with me and you have any questions about my character, also feel free to contact me if this page doesn't answer you're questions.

credits
All the characters and ideas on this page (aside from the lyrics) belong to me, Humph. Coding belongs to Emma. If you steal, believe me, you will be pulverized. It won't be pretty.

ayris goldenleaf~

i dare you to move, i dare you to lift yourself off of the floor / i dare you to move like today's never happened before

the basics
Name: Ayris Goldenleaf
Gender: Female
Race: Elf
Age: Approximately 100 years
Magical affilication: None
Rank: Outcast

the relations
Parents/Siblings: Hayren Goldenleaf [father], Ionair Goldenleaf [mother]
Life partner: None
Offspring: None

the details
Appearance: Ayris is like most elves: tall, slender, delicate. Her hair is a mass of fiery red, that slopes gently over her shoulders down to her waist. Her face is sharp and angular, her features very defined. The she-elf's eyes are green, perhaps the softest feature of her face. They are almost always shadowed with the grayness that loneliness often induces in people. She carries herself with little confidence, sometimes even to the point where her back slouches and her shoulders come forward a little. Though she walks with grace, she also seems to be followed with the bitterness of her past. Her face does not show much emotion - if she smiles, it is miniscule. If she scowls, it's barely noticeable. The years of solitude have led her to almost forget what it's like to show emotion on her face.
Usually, Ayris wears a simple green tunic and brown leggings, along with supple black boots. She also has a mottled cloak of green, dark brown, gray, and every shade in between that allows her to blend into the forest, her usual habitat. She carries many weapons; most obvious of them are her bow and arrows. Her longbow is truly long and elegant, made of strong but flexible wood colored off white with slight red and yellow tints. Along with that, she carries a long and thin sword that hangs casually from her belt. Less obvious of her weapons are a large supply of knives she keeps hidden inside her boots, or in secret sheathes sown into her clothing. In her pack, she also carries a small bottle of poison, which she sometimes uses on her arrows for a little extra power. Born without magic, Ayris is truly a weapons master.

Personality: Ayris is incredibly shy. She rarely speaks (and is almost never in the mood for a conversation) but when she does, her voice is by nature soft. She likes to keep to herself, but tries to grab at any chance of friendship, no matter her timidity. She has the social skills of a stick, so she usually only embarrasses herself whenever she tries to make a friend. Her spirit has been beaten down by her brethren and her shame, which keeps her obedient - she hardly ever protests, even if her opinion is different. Because of her hope of a friend, she used to be very quick to trust, which often only led to heartbreak. She has hardened towards rejection, and now just seems to be a marble mask of apathy, though really, her emotions are boiling well enough inside her head. She barely has any pride and dignity left, no matter her appearance.
Despite her dark and grim appearance, though, in her heart, she still truly yearns for a friend beyond all others, and in some ways, is still the same vulnerable girl she used to be.

the history
Ayris used to be full of spirit, despite being born with absolutely no magic inside of her. She set her hopes in the art of weaponry, and slowly mastered any weapon she could lay her hands on. She still earned no respect, though, and was often taunted by her kin. Ayris, though, refused to be put down by this, and always managed a smile and a laugh, her emotions volatile, though. She was bothered by the mocks, though, but kept her anger suppressed. Many nights, she cried herself to sleep in her dark and lonely bedroom. She told herself that honor would come; she just needed to work harder. So she did.
But then, one day, she had had enough. She was training "by herself" on the grounds, when a group of rather unruly elf boys appeared behind her and began taunting her with little magic tricks. She endured this for a few minutes, but soon turned on them, her anger fueling a dark and deadly fire inside of her. She released all the frustration she had kept pent up inside of her in a single arrow, which struck home in one of the elf's chest. As soon as the arrow hit, though, Ayris realized what she had done, and quickly calmed down and tried to rushed to his aid. By then, though, he was dead, and she wasn't even let near him anyway.
Ayris was never a mean person - she had never had the intent to k.ll any of her brethren. But that was not how the elves saw it, and it wasn't long until she was banished away from her race, forced to wander the lands of Azeria by herself. She slowly adapted to this, the brightness of her youth fading into a gloomy and shadowy personality that came with loneliness. Many times, she grasped at a chance for a friend, but found herself betrayed. She lost much of her hope in the world, holding on to whatever faith she could scrape up. Ayris is only the slightest shadow of what she used to be; the solitude of banishment has affected her almost beyond repair.

role-played by humph [rubberduckyy_]

maleria bloodfang~

did you ever know that you're my hero? / you're everything that i wished i could be

the basics
Name: Maleria Bloodfang
Gender: Female
Race: Vampire [originally a werewolf]
Age: About 60 years
Magical affilication: Minimal blood magic, like any vampire
Rank: Wanderer

the relations
Parents/Siblings: Unknown
Life partner: Elliador; now deceased
Offspring: None

the details
Appearance: Maleria is tall and thin, with skin like alabaster. To contrast her pale appearance, she had long, straight, dark hair that gently falls to the small of her back. Shorter strands hang around her face, often hiding her eyes and sinister smile. Her eyes are a dark scarlet color, carrying a hard and unforgiving look. The most common appearances on her face consist of: a sarcastic (and often mocking) smile, a thirsty look before she makes her k.ll, a small, condescending twitch of her eyebrows, or all of the above.
She usually wears dark clothing as well; a black tunic, along with gray, bordering on brown, pants. Her only weapon, a double-bladed scythe, is held in a harness that stretches diagonally across her back, going between her shoulder blades.
Her other form is a wolf, not a bat, which is because of the fact that she was a werewolf before she was changed. Her wolf form as jet black fur, which is short and shaggy. After a heavy rainstorm, the fur likes to stick out in tufts. Her wolf form is lean and agile, but also hides some muscle. One ear is slightly torn. Her eyes remain the same color. Maleria usually uses her wolf form when traveling, because it is much faster (despite her inhuman speed as a vampire), or when tracking, because the wolf's senses tend to be keener than her senses as a vampire.

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the history

kyriae asmyliath~

i'll spread my wings and learn to fly / though it's not easy to tell you good-bye

the basics
Name: Kyriae Asmyliath
Gender: Female
Race: Avian [one-winged]
Age: Mid-twenties
Magical affilication: A minuscule amount of healing magic
Rank: Traveler

the relations
Parents/Siblings: Harlet [adoptive father]
Life partner: None
Offspring: None

the details
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Personality:

the history

sythalid and thalia gherra~

and who was wrong? / and who was right? / it didn't matter in the thick of the fight

the basics
Name: Sythalid Gherra [nickname: Syth]
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 20 years
Magical affilication: None
Rank: Mercernary

the relations
Parents/Siblings: Thalia Gherra [twin sister]
Life partner: None
Offspring: None

the details
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the history

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been there, done that, messed around / i'm having fun, don't put me down

the basics
Name: Thalia Gherra [nickname: Thal]
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 20 years
Magical affilication: None
Rank: Mercernary

the relations
Parents/Siblings: Sythalid Gherra [twin brother]
Life partner: None
Offspring: None

the details
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Personality:

the history

jhayora karadif~

you be the thunder and i'll be the lightning / and i love the way you know who you are

the basics
Name: Jhayora Karadif
Gender: Female
Race: Elemental [lightning]
Age: 60 years
Magical affilication: Lightning magic
Rank: Traveler

the relations
Parents/Siblings: Yaevyn [mother], Terlot [father]
Life partner: None
Offspring: None

the details
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the history

sophina windrider~

and if there's no one beside you when your soul embarks / then i'll follow you into the dark

the basics
Name: Sophina Windrider
Gender: Female
Race: Guardian [artic wolf / elf]
Age: Immortal; lost track of years long ago [was made Guardian around 5 years as a wolf]
Magical affilication: Air magic
Rank: Guardian of Air

the relations
Parents/Siblings: Long dead and forgotten
Life partner: None
Offspring: None

the details
Appearance: Being a Guardian, Sophina has two forms: an artic wolf (with wings), her original and preferred form, or an elf, her choice humanoid form.
wolf form;; To some, Sophina's wolf form can be almost blinding, because of her pure white fur that never seems to dirty. Her pelt is sleek and glossy, giving off an aura of power and grace. On a closer look, her fur has slight gray-blue tint on the edges. From her back sprouts two large wings, with off-white feathers. Her eyes are the one thing that remains the same between her two forms: they are a pastel purple color normally, when she is fairly emotionless (for example, when spacing out, something that happens quite often when Sophina is alone with nothing to do.) Otherwise, her eyes tend to chance according to her emotions; they are usually slight changes of hue that are not very obvious to anyone who is not focusing on her eyes. Only when her emotions change at an incredibly drastic degree will the change in her eyes be sudden and instantly noticeable - usually, the colors seem to slide into one another, blending together. The colors usually span from a dull, gray-ish purple color when she is depressed, or perhaps incredibly calm, to a bright and sharp purple, bordering on magenta, when she is absolutely furious. Overall, she is built fairly daintily, with only a little muscle to show. She relies on her magical abilities for most of her strength; she does not find the need for physical strength, most of the time. Instead, when it comes to physical contact, she depends on agility and speed. And if she ever needed the strength, her wind could always supply an extra push.
elf form;; One would think that Sophina, as an Air Guardian, would choose an avian form as her humanoid form. But Sophina, instead, chose an elf, because to her, elves were quite an intriguing race (and anyway, she doesn't need the wings of an avian to fly; all she needs is her wind, which comes a simple wave of the hand.) Sophina, as an elf, only appears to be about twenty-five (human) years old. Her hair, unlike her white fur as a wolf, is silky smooth, jet black, and incredbily straight. She wears it up in a high ponytail that hangs to just below her right shoulder, as she ties her hair slightly to the right. Her features are unusually soft for an elf, with large round eyes. She could easily be mistaken for human if not for her sharp ears that can very easily be seen. Her height is standard for an elf, and she is also as slender as they usually are. She wears light, airy clothing that is almost weightless and slightly transparent, accompanied with thin sandals that are also very light. She also has a dark cloak that she wears when deemed necessary, though she doesn't prefer to wear it. The most apparent hint of her Guardian status are the silver-blue wing tattoos on her back. The wings appear folded, and stretch down the span of her back with intricately drawn feathers; they branch out between her shoulder blades. They can be seen through her thin clothing, especially because of the fact that they are slightly reflective.

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the history

cynnic

what about now? / what about today? / what if you're making me all that i was meant to be?

the basics
Name: Cynnic [nickname: Cyn]
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 28 years
Magical affilication: None
Rank: Traveler

the relations
Parents/Siblings: Luthar Estellan [father]
Life partner: Liri, if anyone; now deceased
Offspring: None

the details
Appearance: If Cyn really cared enough, he could probably make at least one maiden swoon. If he tried. What with his shaggy auburn hair that hangs in light wisps and his soft blue eyes, it couldn't be too hard. But only if he really found the reason to, or the will to. His eyes, more specifically, are a deep cerulean, endless like the blue sky. They don't tend to give any emotion away; instead, they usually carry an emotionless, sometimes serene, look. His face used to be a palette of many expressions, but nowadays, he prefers a stoic face, that gives no idea of what his true thoughts or feelings are. A ghost of a genuine smile, if you're very lucky. More often, a sarcastic smile or smirk that doesn't reach his eyes. He's become very good at controlling his own face. His face is framed by soft hair, with a color like the glow that surrounds brown autumn leaves silhouetted against the setting sun. It hangs to about halfway down his neck, save for a small tuft that is tied together on the left side of his head. It's something in memory of Liri, who always tied her hair together on the left side, over her shoulder. Almost everything Cyn does, really, is in memory of her. He is of medium build, but he hides raw strength inside of him. Years of training and hard work and willpower have built that in him. He's also quick on his feet - he is more agile than he is strong.
Usually, he wears a tan trench coat that almosts completely covers his body. He rarely ever takes it off, perhaps except for the hottest days of summer. The coat is unique - on the inside, there are many pockets and pouches and sheaths of varying sizes that carry almost every weapon imaginable and several trinkets. And, of course, there is a thin layer of light chain mail sown into the coat, between a few layers of fabric. He carries his sword, Cyrin, his bow and a quiver of arrows, knives, some poison, a few small explosives... among other things. When the coat is wrapped tight around him, the coat seems perfectly normal form the outside, which has come as an advantage to Cyn many times. Other than that, his clothes are casual and nondescript: a brown shirt, some gray pants, and black traveling boots.
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the history