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Galysyel-patchwork fox

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Galysyel-patchwork fox

Post by Keltres » Thu Sep 04, 2014 9:40 am

Name:Galysyel Keltres. With strangers, will use only Galysyel.

Species:Cadno-a race of anthropomorphic fox with very little dimorphism between the genders, predominantly composed of a mixed breed combining light yellow and red colouration with occasional small patches of black.

Age: Adult., early thirties.

Gender:Indeterminate. Physically androgynous to the point that it's effectively impossible to tell when clothed, and will dismiss enquiries on the grounds that it shouldn't matter. Magical or technological scrying will generally be too confused by wards to give a clear result.

Appearance:Disturbingly patchwork in colour, mixing irregular and sharply contrasting fragments of brownish red and pale yellow in a way that seams not to quite fit together properly, and to have some pieces missing. Eyes similarly mismatched, with the left a sickly brownish-yellow, and the right a blood-red rimmed by a thick fringe of black fur that resembles a severe bruise. A thinner fringe of black fur on the edge of the left ear makes it appear scorched.
Six feet tall, with a strong build, powerful muscles, and gracefully disciplined manner that might be handsome, if not for the impression that too sudden a movement might cause the skin to split apart at the seems. Generally dresses plainly, save for a bright reddish copper medallion worn on the right side of the chest, depicting two Cadno in profile with hands on each other's shoulders, and heads bowed so the foreheads touch. In what he thinks of as hostile lands, will usually wear chain mail under other clothes, and openly carry a short sword, both made of dark black steel.

Personality: Reserved, stern, and wary. If rarely cruel, and often inclined towards gentleness, just as unlikely to show any sign of affection. Naturally distrustful, espescially of sorcery, feeling that trust, particularly friendship, is something that has to be earned. Even among friends, remains strictly formal, conforming to her kind's high standards of modesty, despite some effort at tolerance other cultures, not quite accepting of more relaxed views.
Outwardly sanguine about his appearance, and on occasion takes delight in teasing those disturbed by it. Due to keen night-vision and hearing, is comfortable at night, and often prefers nocturnal habits.

Having lost many friends and loved ones to constant conflict with sorcerors, magical creatures or her kind's warlike neighbours, has grown to be somewhat melancholy and stoical, prone to accept, and even expect, such hostilities as the 'way things are'. In particular, heavily prejudiced against any sort of magic other than that integral to her craft, feeling it to be inherently treacherous in a way that will inevitably be reflected in any creature associated with it, and no, she doesn't distinguish between 'magic' and 'technology'.






Traits: A skilled blacksmith, specializing in matching armour and weapons precisely to the physique and fighting style of a particular individual, although this requires intimate knowledge of the individual. Capable of more general work, which is regarded as an inferior use of her craft, but suitable for purposes of trade. The weapon and armour Galysyel carries reflects this skill, and is both well made and significantly tougher than ordinary steel, but this quality is offset by a lack of martial training past the basic level needed to be able to wield a sword without hurting yourself.

Proficient at binding protective enchantments into metal, most effectively when forged but to some degree any metallic object. Generally, they focus on neutralising magic by dispersing, blocking, or redirecting the energy it depends on, and often have similar effects on energy based technology. Specialised to work against magic, they have little to no effect on physical attacks, and even against magical creatures can rarely do more than bind or repel the mystical elements of them. Only two of Galysyel's wards are even perceptible without magical aid-
A ward on the collar of each of his pets that absorbs magical energy directed at them and reflects it as a physical shockwave.
An enchantment that creates a field of intense darkness-this is actually a side effect of its real purpose, which is too create a magical void by expending all the background magic in an area.
They make no distinction between harmful and benevolent magic, mostly because Galysyel has no such distinction.
Lacking any ability to sense magic, Galysyel depends heavily on learned technique and knowledge of an adversary's abilities in the application of effective wards.

Galysyel also has some ability to manipulate the physical properties of metal, although if not done during forging the effects are short-lived and weak. The dark and non-reflective hue of her sword and armour are an example of this, and they are also stronger and tougher than ordinary steel.

Galysyel travels with a pair of black foxes as companions, which act as both companion and guards. These are of a domesticated breed significantly larger and stronger than their wild cousins, and are a match for a large wolf in size and power. The black colour of their fur extends to all visible parts of them, inclding whiskers, claws, and even teeth, and very dark eyes, making them very hard to spot in darkness, and somewhat unnerving in appearance. They are very fierce and protective of Galysyel, and will rarely let anyone else touch them without biting. They are, however, also intelligent and loyal, and will obey orders, which include being forbidden to fight children, although scaring them is permitted. These orders are communicated through a mix of fox-like barks and subtle gestures which can convey quite complex instructions. Each wears a black iron collar heavily enchanted with protective wards significantly more aggressive than those Galysyel carries, prone to reflect magic as kinetic energy or inflict severe nausea and
disorientation on magical senses.


Family: One surviving parent, and a grown child. Also a few former lovers and one sibling that are deceased, and a hearthmate who has been missing for a long time.

Known history: Growing up amongst the Cadno, Galysyel had two close childhood companions-a beloved sibling, and an equally beloved friend who would later become both lover and hearthmate. Both fierce and strong willed, they were constant rivals, and Galysyel was often either arbitrator between them, or else the prize being quarreled over.
The cadno choose their crafts young, and when both playmates adopted the craft of an elite warriors dedicated to killing their most dangerous adversaries, Galysyel took up the craft concerned with protecting them from hostile sorcery and from the psychological stress of their craft.
As they grew, the rivalry between her sibling and friend grew fiercer, aided by both the aggression their craft encouraged in them, and the manipulations of the priests, eventually leading to a duel which ended in the death of Galysyel's sibling and her hearthmate's exile, whilst Galysyel remained to raise their child.
While initially unwilling to leave the child in another's care, once it had grown beyond needing a parent, Galysyel felt compelled by their personal bond to leave Cadno lands in search of her missing hearthmate.


How did your character find these lands?: Largely by accident, while searching for clues as to his hearthmates location.

Anything else we need to know:
Galysyel's prejudices against foreigners and sorcery are quite common among the Cadno due to fierce and long-running conflicts with most of their neighbours, and the viscous nature of most magical creatures in their lands. Even their own sorcerors are more often a necessary evil than a genuinely benevolent force, and Galysyel has particular reason to distrust them, since they were heavily involved in the events leading to her sibling's death.

Galysyel's medallion depicts one of the Cadno's three gods, the crimson fox Rhuddcadnoi, said to embody their kindness, and considered inseperable from his/her hearthmate. None of these gods have been reliably seen outside of legend, and Galysyel personally believes them to be long dead historical leaders whose abilities have become exaggerated by time and legend, but honours the values they represent.
To the Cadno, 'lover' and 'hearthmate' are seperate and distinct relationships, even where one individual is both.


First RP in these lands: The sun's influence over the sky was fading, harsh brightness giving way to softer inky purples, in turn fading towards black, and one creature was enjoying the calm of twilight. A disturbing sort of creature to look at, most of the
humanoid form was hidden under thick grey clothes, with the occasional glimpse of black chainmail visible at cuff or neck, but where exposed the fur was so disjointed in its colours as to resemble several seperate creatures, ripped asunder and clumsily patched together by a craftsmen with little skill, and missing several pieces. Irregular angles of auburn and pale yellow clashed, contrasted, and interfered with each other over the contours of a fox-like head and furred hands, failing completely to blend neatly at any point. An observer might well be inclined to think this a red fox afflicted by some blight that scorched pale blotches into its fur, or maybe the red was a pox encroaching on a naturally golden complexion. Either seemed more likely than the absurd notion that both colours could rightfully belong to the same being, yet such a being not only existed, but showed no sign of illness or discomfort where it sat on a low boulder. Quite to the contrary, it's movements were disciplined, amost graceful, back straight, eyes closed in contemplation, and hands confidently rested on the neck of a vulpine form barely perceptible in the gloom.

A more normal quadruped fox, the pet was scarcely less disturbing than its master, for if one had too many colours, the other had no colour at all, only a deep black that absorbed the fading light and melted into shadows, seeming more darkness then living being. More, if watched long enough for the dark silhouette to become perceptible, the vulpine form revealed was of immense and monstrous proportions. The head rested comfortably on its master's knee could as easily have been placed on a shoulder, or crush either between powerful jaws. It sat patiently, unmoving as fingers shifted over a dark collar bound about its neck in a precise and delicate pattern. Occasionally, a soft word was muttered. A very keen observer might have noticed a second such beast, more mobile, circling, watchful, indeed most likely directing a hostile gaze straight back at any such observer. A soft yap, and a subtle shift of the shoulders was the signal for them to switch plance, and the loose animal dartd in eagerly to claim its place, jaws momentarily parting in a jealous snarl at its rival. For a moment, the other snarled back, and two sets of black teeth faced off, one on each knee, then they were calmed by a soft hand on each brow, and the first animal ceded its place to take up vigil. The brief moment of conflict, of being fought over, touched on fond memories, and the hint of a smile briefly touched the fractured face, then the methodical movements were resumed.
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Post by Gaeva Winged Unicorn » Thu Sep 04, 2014 6:31 pm

There was little reason to remain here instead of going back home and get ready for the coming night, yet the disturbance of a few birds taking sudden, noise flight had piqued Gaeva's curiosity. Was it just some predator, or a random creature wandering by that had startled the little animals? Without reason to hurry away, she might as well satisfy that curiosity real quick before heading home.

Finding the source in the growing twilight was both harder and easier than she had expected. Spotting the furred being seemingly grooming what appeared to be a large black dog wasn't that hard, but she at no point realized there was a third in the area, nor did she think to look for more. So when she approached the fox creature and instead was made aware of yet another black big black dog -was it a dog? It was so big!- that did not seem to approve of her presence at all, the lavender mare could not help but let out a loud surprised yelp and jump to the side.

The grooming fox and its pet were instantly forgotten as Gaeva stared at the black creature staring back at her instead, only very slowly realizing it looked a lot like that other black one. Only a moment or two had actually passed, but in that time she had already unfolded her wings, yet did not move for flight as she tried to figure out whether she was actually in trouble or not. Was that black thing, a really big fox?
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Re: Galysyel-patchwork fox

Post by Keltres » Mon Sep 08, 2014 7:42 pm

“Careful, they have a lot more courage than wisdom, and strength enough to crush limbs if they feel threatened. Which makes them good companions for one travelling hostile lands, and truly I know no other valid term for a land lacking anything I would ever call kin, so I wouldn't like to see them harmed by something else with too much courage and a lack of wisdom.”


Galysyels hadn't moved to address the newcomer, or even looked up, reluctant to be roused quite yet from a state of contemplative tranquility, trusting the dire-fox to scare most threats, while the beast, in turn, was studying the unicorn warily, fangs bared, trying hard to puzzle out whether this was, in fact, a threat, or possibly a potential meal. As was often the case with creatures not easily classified as one or the other, its simple mind failed, and it fell back on an appeal for guidance, falling back a step with a low whine, that brought its sibling darting to its side, and Galysyel looking up to see what had it confused. If the face was disturbing, the mismatched eyes were little short of eldritch, bloodshot red framed in black opposite a particularly disturbing shade of dark orange-yellow, and quickly focussing in alertness as they took in the sorcerous nature of the new arrival. With a resigned sigh, the form rose, one hand resting on the sword at its belt as it murmured soft words in a precise chant to call forth protective wards worked into scabbard and the collars of the two foxes, who retreated at subtle signals to take up positions on either side of her with geometric precision so the three sets of wards locked together in a barrier against sorcery. Protections in place, she paused to study the unicorn a moment longer before addressing it.

“Well, I'll admit you're beautiful, creature of sorcery, but then so was my sibling, who was the second deadliest warrior among us, so I won't be so easily deceived. Still, I've no claim on this land, to spend my strength protecting it from something else I have no claim to. So long as you look elsewhere for your victims, there'll be no need for bloodshed between us.”
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Post by Gaeva Winged Unicorn » Sat Sep 13, 2014 12:43 am

The grooming fox spoke up, but to Gaeva's alarm gave no sign of either helping her, or calling the black animal off. Instead she, threatened? Was that a threat or a warning? Or just casual information? It was delivered as casual information, but this situation did not feel casual at all. On the bright side, her sudden spike in adrenaline was causing her body to warm up, and Gaeva very deliberately stopped all heat from escaping her so as to have a back up weapon in case she could not fly up as fast as this black fox beast could jump up.

The sudden whine changed the situation dramatically. Suddenly both black creatures faced her, and the grooming fox finally looked in her direction. For the first time paying more attention to the grooming fox instead of the two black giants as she was approached, Gaeva noticed the odd fur pattern. She flicked her ears slightly back, wondering for a moment if she was dealing with a necromancer's project. Except she didn't smell like it.

And then there was that sword. Oddly enough as much as she despised swords, slightly feared them, the sight of it chased her alarm away and replaced it with resolve. a look of shock was replaced with resolve. The grooming fox came to a stop, flanked by the two others though Gaeva did not hear or see a command for them to do so. Telepathy?

And then she was called beautiful. That just triggered some confused curiosity. What an odd thing to say when. The rest of her speech put it into context however. Well, some context anyway, it was still an odd thought thought as far as Gaeva was concerned.

"I eat grass," was her opening statement. In her head it had sounded a lot more logical as it would explain to the fox that she was not looking for victims, nor looking for a fight in general. But the fox had never mentioned eating them, so instead she now realized it was just a weird thing to say. Well, that made them even then, and she snorted a laugh at her own little mental joke.

"I meant I mean you no harm." With some effort the mare folded her wings back to her sides in an effort to look relaxed. She wasn't relaxed though, far from it. Those two black foxes looked strong and fast, and that sword was, well, a sword. And just because she was wasn't looking for a fight, and the grooming fox seemed to imply she wasn't either, did not mean it would not still lead to one.

"I was looking for the source of a disturbance over here, to see what had startled the birds out of the trees." She snorted out of nerves, "But I am not looking for a fight, just for who has arrived so close to my home." Well, not that close, but no need to reveal where she usually dwells to the defensive weapon wielder.

"My name is Gaeva," she finished, dipping her head just low enough to be perceived as a greeting. Now was she dealing with trouble or not?
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Post by Keltres » Mon Sep 22, 2014 2:47 pm

Galysyel returned the unicorn's nod of greeting with a reserved formality-a gesture showing respect, but little warmth, accompanied by a step forward, keeping the unicorn's attention forwards, distracted from the dark shadows waiting alertly on either side. The reply, like the gesture, was stern, almost hostile in its formality, if spoken in the same soft. contemplative
tones.

“Well now, I have to ask here, your name to whom? A name your enemies might use, or a stranger? Or is it the name used by your friends, even by those you acknowledge as kin, in which case, having no such claim on you, it would be an insult for me to use it.”

The broken face crumpled in what may have been a smile, or a soft snarl-in the twilight. It was hard to tell, the contours of the face hidden by the shifting patches of colour, and the voice and words provided little resolution.

“My enemies call me Galysyel, so you should too, being a creature of sorcery and deceit and all. If you knew of my Craft, or my kind, you would understand that this is the way things are, that we know sorcery too well for things to be otherwise. Yet if enemy I am, I am at least one one that places a high value on those I care about.”

A slight inclination of the head to either side indicated her companions.

“Them, I will not risk lightly for spiteful purposes.”

And enemy or not, I would regret killing something beautiful, that brief thought was left unspoken, expressed only in a brief glimpse at the copper badge, then chased away as a dangerous sentiment. Instead, she straightened up, and let a note of challenge creep into her voice.

“So I suppose the important question now is, how much do you value those you care about?"
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Post by Gaeva Winged Unicorn » Wed Sep 24, 2014 10:47 pm

OOC
Gotta love cultural differences, they are getting along just swimmingly ^_^

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Gaeva had hoped to defuse the situation, but instead found the opposite to be true, though as her amazement grew with every word out of Galysyel's mouth she could not figure out where she had gone wrong exactly. Her jaw was slightly lowering though, and her sense of unease was temporarily replaced with bafflement, though that quickly reversed again at the final question. It sounded like a direct threat to the mare, which just confused her greatly. What just happened? And a creature of sorcery and deceit? Had she actually said that?

Wait, was she maybe mistaking Gaeva for someone else? That would explain why she seemed to expect her to have another name at least. She glanced at the two black foxes for a moment, the ones Galysyel seemed to want to protect against her, or were they supposed to protect Galysyel?

"I...I only have one name... And those I care about..." her voice went flat then, she felt cornered and forced into a subject she had no wish to touch upon with a stranger, "...they are dead." Killed by those that wielded weapons, swords. Her eyes fell to the sword in front of her and she felt a surge of irrational anger directed towards Galysyel: for holding that weapon, for confusing her, for making her feel threatened. Why hadn't she just ignored those birds instead of looking for trouble?

Irrational anger guided her next move and the mare unfolded her wings and angled them outwards in an instinctive move to make herself look bigger, even though she already had to look down at the strangely colored fox. Through her mind flashed the image of her forest, currently the only thing she was interested in protecting. She purposely bowed her head lower this time, angling her horn downwards at Galysyel. But she did not make any actual move to indicate she was going to attack as the flash of irrational anger passed and was replaced by just regular anger and caution, and instead the lavender mare took some quick steps backwards and away from the three. Mostly she just wanted to protect herself, from that sword. And if the fox already believed her to be some unknown deceitful enemy she'd need every bit of advantage she could get.

"I don't know who you think I am, but I am not your enemy. I am not calling you by that name." But she was filing it away for future reference in case of need.

Her wings out already she was ready to leap for flight, though she might need to deliver some kicks first depending on the others' speed, but she hesitated, hoping for some kind of clarity. Or indeed a case of mistaken identity.
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Post by Keltres » Tue Oct 07, 2014 9:52 am

Galysyel faced the winged unicorn with a sharp, calculating stare, taking careful note of its reactions. Not just of the words, but of the shifts in stance, and muscles-its anger was clear, even as it retreated. There was some sympathy for the lost loved ones, but equally, an awareness that a creature without concern for loved ones holding it back was more of a threat. Facing a levelled horn, he was careful with her own body language, a pair of soft yaps on either side making it considerably easier to remain confident, reminded that a direct assault would leave both flanks exposed. Galysyel was slow to respond, staring it down for several seconds with a soft, approving smile before speaking.

“Well now, whilst you deny being my enemy, your stance tells me that you know how things are, and that shows a wisdom I can respect. As I would not respect the foolishness of thinking the world otherwise, or the arrogance of thinking it your place to remake it as you wish it to be.”

Galysyel sighed, and retreated back, the two direfoxes mirroring the movement in a slow circle round the unicorn. A flick of head and ears restrained them from more aggressive action.

“You see, my beautiful enemy, it doesn't truly matter who we are, when what we are places us at odds. I am a stranger, an invader in your home, or at least close to it, with no connection to it, no place in its history, and beliefs and values alien to your kind. As for you, you are a creature of sorcery, and that craft I know too well, from more than mere personal experience. I know the demands it places on you, I understand the skills its practice requires, and I know the challenges it sets you, and how very swiftly they would destroy the gentle, benevolent thing whose guise you wear. In knowing your craft, I know you, or at least enough of you to know we are enemies. Not quite enough to know what sort of enemies, and I think we can be unimportant ones that get set aside in favour of greater obligations. Those are the best kind of enemy to have.”
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Post by Lanadyr » Sun Jan 18, 2015 5:48 pm

Quartz had been carrying her friend Triage through the skies, the two of them returning from a disappointingly uneventful foray into the Wastelands, when the fleukondthim's mechanical glove and its targeting array detected a mysterious energy fluctuation in the forest somewhere below them. Naturally, the two of them had to go investigate. "We'll be landing in the general area of the disturbance momentarily."

Triage, for her part, was eager to get back to a hot cup of coffee at The Filter, but she also knew that arguing with her friend Quartz about investigating this puzzling event (or any other puzzling event, for that matter) would have been a waste of time. "Whoopee. Let's just hope this doesn't take too long."

Quartz suddenly angled herself downward and pierced the canopy below them in a graceful motion. As Quartz slowed herself into a controlled, spiraling descent, Triage leapt from her friend's arms onto the ground in a defensive three-point stance, looking about for signs of trouble in the fading light of what little remained of the day and the sickly blue glow emitted from her own form. By the time the plant-woman had given the area a quick once-over, the sand-woman had landed gently beside her, longbow unsheathed and in two of her four hands.

Triage stood and continued to cautiously look about while Quartz trained her bow and her glove in the general direction of the anomaly. She suddenly stopped, then began slowly fanning her equipment back and forth in a small horizontal arc. After a few moments of this, a speaker on her mechanical glove came to life, the emitted voice quieter than usual in an attempt to maintain an element of surprise. "How curious. There appears to be some kind of energy reflecting effect in the distance, but it only interferes with my sensors when they're pointed in a very specific direction. The equipment still functions, but I can't provide any information about the phenomenon itself."

Triage cocked a vine-eyebrow and looked in the direction Quartz was somewhat indicating, though neither the falling darkness nor the thick tree cover in the intervening distance were helping her make out what was before them. The plant-woman kept her own voice a bit quiet to match the sand-woman's pseudo-voice as she responded. "Well, if your sensors aren't going to tell us what's going on over there, I know who can." She quickly walked to a tall nearby tree and placed a friendly hand against it. "Sorry to bother you, tall, bark, and handsome, but is there something strange going on around here?"

The tree responded in a "voice" that Quartz could not hear. ~You bet, scary lady! Three dogs are about to kill our guardian!~

"Uh-oh." Triage immediately turned to Quartz. "Gaeva's in trouble…" The split-thorn suddenly pointed to her friend, or, more specifically, to one of her friend's longbow-holding hands. "…and it looks like you are, too."

Confused, Quartz pulled the hand back from the bow and examined it using the sight possessed by her featureless head. The sand that once composed the backs of the fingers on that hand had been slowly blowing away off to the sides and onto the ground below her, and the bleached-white bones below the sand were beginning to show. She hadn't even felt what was happening.

The sand-woman responded by taking a few quick steps backwards as she instinctively pulled a bit of sand from her arm to flesh out her hand once again, lowering the longbow with the hand that still held it as she did so. "It appears that the reflecting effect will also repel parts of my own body if they are pointed in the offending direction."

"Craptacular." Triage wasn't exactly happy about the specific circumstances, but her gaping maw couldn't help but curl itself into a wicked smile as the plant-woman considered a potential fight. "I know you're usually the strategic one, but I think the plan is pretty obvious. I feel fine, so I'll go in the direction that's causing all of the trouble, I'll rescue Gaeva from whatever she needs rescued from, and you stay here, relatively safe, ready to evacuate us if need be. Agreed?"

Quartz used her intuitive sign language to respond. Agreed. Will you be going in invisible?

"Not a chance. I want them to see me coming. It might distract them from Gaeva." Without another word, Triage broke into a fast, hunched run that switched between being two-legged and four-legged to adapt to the forest's uneven terrain, quickly disappearing into the distance and the falling darkness.
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Post by forgerofsouls » Fri Nov 20, 2015 11:30 pm

((ooc: Is this character still wanting to join?))
There are so very many dramatic ways that vast, incomprehensible galactic phenomena can kill you, that every single day that you go unmurdered by space is a miracle.

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Post by Keltres » Tue Nov 24, 2015 10:52 am

Yes, please.
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Post by forgerofsouls » Wed Nov 25, 2015 6:14 am

((ooc: Than accepted))
There are so very many dramatic ways that vast, incomprehensible galactic phenomena can kill you, that every single day that you go unmurdered by space is a miracle.

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