RP Sign up - A Rogue Curse

((This is a sign up for an open RP idea I have. Something fairly non-linear that i am willing to let grow naturally. I have a premise and a start, but I like to see what can bloom here with the community. Those interested in signing up should have a character or two of moderate to powerful characters. Not Champion caliber power such as Karthus or Ryze, but still formidable. Interested parties will also make a short intro and response IC and OC to the open notice distributed across Valoran.)) -From street urchin to peasants, sailors to thieves, ladies to lords, markets and guilds and castles alike, a message has been spread across much of Valoran. Couriers of unknown origin come bearing a simple message, and when pressed, will speak to none. They deliver hand written noted or post messages upon bulletin boards, it does not matter. But they do not speak, no matter how sorely pressed.- The message reads simply: "Your station nor upbringing make no difference to me. I seek the best and the brightest, rhe most able and compassionate to aid me in the most sensitive of requests. Know that for safety purposes I will not divulge my name via message. You may call me Rogue until we meet and formulate a partnership of sorts. My dilemma is simple. The details are not. I need assistance. I will require men and women of intelligence, as well as warriors. Most of all you will need to prove resourceful. I am hunted. This is in vain, mind you, their hunt, but regardless it is troublesome and may prove dangerous to outside parties. Please be aware that I am not penniless. Over an extended period of time and through a number of ethical and non-ethical maneuvers I have acquired a rather large estate. I would pary with all that I own and can acquire in the future to those who can do this. As for the what this is... Know, before you seek me out, that I am a cursed man. I am desperate. Do not mistake me for a fool though. Any interested may seek me out in the Wayward Shepard, a fine inn located within Demacia. Simply ask the innkeep for a room, and offer him double and half the quarter rate for friends. He will bring you to me. His name is Reignier. Please do not trouble him. It will not benefit you to seek him or myself if you.mean me harm." ~Rogue

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> **Tiahmet \(NA\) said:** ((This is a sign up for an open RP idea I have. Something fairly non-linear that i am willing to let grow naturally. I have a premise and a start, but I like to see what can bloom here with the community. Those interested in signing up should have a character or two of moderate to powerful characters. Not Champion caliber power such as Karthus or Ryze, but still formidable. Interested parties will also make a short intro and response IC and OC to the open notice distributed across Valoran.)) -From street urchin to peasants, sailors to thieves, ladies to lords, markets and guilds and castles alike, a message has been spread across much of Valoran. Couriers of unknown origin come bearing a simple message, and when pressed, will speak to none. They deliver hand written noted or post messages upon bulletin boards, it does not matter. But they do not speak, no matter how sorely pressed.- The message reads simply: "Your station nor upbringing make no difference to me. I seek the best and the brightest, rhe most able and compassionate to aid me in the most sensitive of requests. Know that for safety purposes I will not divulge my name via message. You may call me Rogue until we meet and formulate a partnership of sorts. My dilemma is simple. The details are not. I need assistance. I will require men and women of intelligence, as well as warriors. Most of all you will need to prove resourceful. I am hunted. This is in vain, mind you, their hunt, but regardless it is troublesome and may prove dangerous to outside parties. Please be aware that I am not penniless. Over an extended period of time and through a number of ethical and non-ethical maneuvers I have acquired a rather large estate. I would pary with all that I own and can acquire in the future to those who can do this. As for the what this is... Know, before you seek me out, that I am a cursed man. I am desperate. Do not mistake me for a fool though. Any interested may seek me out in the Wayward Shepard, a fine inn located within Demacia. Simply ask the innkeep for a room, and offer him double and half the quarter rate for friends. He will bring you to me. His name is Reignier. Please do not trouble him. It will not benefit you to seek him or myself if you.mean me harm." ~Rogue (([Kamilah](https://docs.google.com/document/d/1iVmzM98TEoCm__IwJ3I2MAEaT87vLcggJK7QlI6A19A/mobilebasic) would like to sign up.))
((I'm interested but do I need a character sheet for this?))
Sure guys. Yes, I need some sort of way to reference your person please. Also, MF is a valid champion who could participate. But please I won't accept anyone til they write some kind of intro. Kamilah looks interesting though.
(( BTW, don't be discouraged by a lack of immediate answers, some of us are just thinking things through and considering the approach. I for one am considering several characters and how appropriate they would be for this (the mention of Demacia is a big one). In case you're curious, among my considerations are: [Sister Flavie - cursed healer](https://docs.google.com/document/d/1rlKi2wRCdbyW5KSw1-nVHjUsQ_r_D5gBcpNx66-ZpHw/edit?usp=sharing) [Tabula Rasa - living weapon](https://docs.google.com/document/d/15IFWLn1ajpl0GXESuNZMmMhLkkMPSM5FZP928nlSPqo/edit?usp=sharing) [Efreet twins - curious blood mages](https://docs.google.com/document/d/1D_-oBPLvM22oVZC6hOVf39GbzJL-JyQrE_ztuvWznqY/edit?usp=sharing) [Nemo - biological shapeshifter](https://docs.google.com/document/d/1yXZs-jEhrw54pZwpBl20i82hUo0RI4DpVDQv_XNJfng/edit?usp=sharing) In something of an order of relevance))
> **Aproxima \(NA\) said:** (( BTW, don't be discouraged by a lack of immediate answers, some of us are just thinking things through and considering the approach. I for one am considering several characters and how appropriate they would be for this (the mention of Demacia is a big one). In case you're curious, among my considerations are: [Sister Flavie - cursed healer](https://docs.google.com/document/d/1rlKi2wRCdbyW5KSw1-nVHjUsQ_r_D5gBcpNx66-ZpHw/edit?usp=sharing) [Tabula Rasa - living weapon](https://docs.google.com/document/d/15IFWLn1ajpl0GXESuNZMmMhLkkMPSM5FZP928nlSPqo/edit?usp=sharing) [Efreet twins - curious blood mages](https://docs.google.com/document/d/1D_-oBPLvM22oVZC6hOVf39GbzJL-JyQrE_ztuvWznqY/edit?usp=sharing) [Nemo - biological shapeshifter](https://docs.google.com/document/d/1yXZs-jEhrw54pZwpBl20i82hUo0RI4DpVDQv_XNJfng/edit?usp=sharing) In something of an order of relevance)) I do hope that more interest will come. You have an intriguing line up of individuals. The pair there, the twins, that's interesting I think. Yes, them.
Currently making character. Will be finished soon.
> **HyperZEROXL \(NA\) said:** Currently making character. Will be finished soon. Immensely eager to see what you all come up with me.
Would it help individuals if I make some sort of teaser for this thread? Something more interactive and telling than the letter that tells the groundwork for the plot? I can very much do that. I would like to garner more interest for this thread as it seems to be dead in the water.
> **Tiahmet \(NA\) said:** Update: Overall character is complete. Biography is left.
https://docs.google.com/document/d/10FhN42gL_O9dJroc4NVM0Hv8cO90BIvG-z4MvZ8Bj-Q/edit donneeeeee
Nothing was really out of the ordinary, just a day like any other. The request board was just as dull as it always was and people were looking at it just as regularly. Among those people was also one Sister. It has already been a while after her latest mission and recovery was well over, so it was time to look for another job. Pretty normal stuff. Papers were stuck to the board with typical quests and job offers and it took a while to get through them, but eventually Sister Flavie would come across one that was vaguer than the others. She read it once and scoffed *" Cursed, tsk. "* Twice and then again before sighing and requesting a copy of the paper. Constanza sat down to a table with the copied request and sighed once more, supporting her head with her hands as she read the paper a couple more times. She quietly said to herself *" Demacia, huh... "* The healer leaned back and rested her head over the edge of the seat and as she watched the ceiling thought " What's it been? Twenty something years? I wonder how's the old lady doing. It won't hurt at least finding out what's the deal. Yeah? " The sister would think about the request for a few more days before finally gathering her resolve to undertake this journey. She should still have her Demacia identification somewhere around so getting inside should be no problem. Yet, at the same time she was really afraid. She might have vanished from their memory, possibly she could have been labelled KIA, but she hasn't forgotten in that time since she ran. Eventually Constanza set out from her home to meet this request. Along the way she helped and healed where she could, charging the healthy and giving free the unfortunate. The travel to Demacia was without any significant incidents and even the border check she managed to pass through without problems. Upon arriving to Demacia she followed the instructions left on the request and wondered what will happen when she asks for a room and offers double and half the quarter rate for friends. Of course that was delayed by a little detour Constanza took in order to visit all the places she knew from her youth before actually getting to the job. Even if she found out this wasn't for her, she wouldn't consider the trip a waste. (( I might edit in a post for the twins, but I think Constanza is more fitting for this. ))
"How deeply disturbing," softly putting his drink down in favor of the message in his other hand [Leofric](https://docs.google.com/document/d/1vB5e93Wx9iLH2LC5iirvyf0rv1AWW2SKHTldBBergxQ/edit?usp=sharing) seemed far deeper in contemplation than his drinking companions, soldiers that he once marched side by side with. Even the cards couldn't grab his attention, "the man must be insane bringing a _curse_ into Demacia." **"Aye. Riddled with filth."** Agnar responded, grinning with a toothpick clenched in a wide grin. **"That's why I'd ask you to investigate, the guard's been trying to get answers but these couriers are loyal to the point of admiration. Our hands are tied, yours, not so much."** From under his helmet, his reaction was not easily gauged but all the same, Leofric responded with a nod. "Normally I would walk away." Sighing he reached for his half-empty glass of mead flicking up the visor before facepalming. "But I'm not letting whatever this is threaten Demacia. I shall take a visit then, see if either blade or shield will help." From the other side of the table Mirna, the eyepatch seemed as always focused on the game and not conversation as she dealt the next hand. _"Not before we finish our game I hope?"_ Leaning back in his chair the knight chuckled while gracefully taking his hand up, "some of us never seem to have a choice, hm?" ---- The next day a knight of sorts entered through the doors of inn Wayshepard, but while a heavily clad adventurer might be a strange sight elsewhere Demacians were quite used to the sort. Not one for subtlety Leofric wandered up to the barkeep performing the instructions given in the letter to the letter. Though he was nervous beyond belief in the face of the dark side of magic it stirred his inner soul of adventuring. He just hoped it wasn't a mage that had started this mysterious quest... he was bound by his code to obey the laws of where he visited.
> **Tiahmet \(NA\) said:** ((This is a sign up for an open RP idea I have. Something fairly non-linear that i am willing to let grow naturally. I have a premise and a start, but I like to see what can bloom here with the community. Those interested in signing up should have a character or two of moderate to powerful characters. Not Champion caliber power such as Karthus or Ryze, but still formidable. Interested parties will also make a short intro and response IC and OC to the open notice distributed across Valoran.)) -From street urchin to peasants, sailors to thieves, ladies to lords, markets and guilds and castles alike, a message has been spread across much of Valoran. Couriers of unknown origin come bearing a simple message, and when pressed, will speak to none. They deliver hand written noted or post messages upon bulletin boards, it does not matter. But they do not speak, no matter how sorely pressed.- The message reads simply: "Your station nor upbringing make no difference to me. I seek the best and the brightest, rhe most able and compassionate to aid me in the most sensitive of requests. Know that for safety purposes I will not divulge my name via message. You may call me Rogue until we meet and formulate a partnership of sorts. My dilemma is simple. The details are not. I need assistance. I will require men and women of intelligence, as well as warriors. Most of all you will need to prove resourceful. I am hunted. This is in vain, mind you, their hunt, but regardless it is troublesome and may prove dangerous to outside parties. Please be aware that I am not penniless. Over an extended period of time and through a number of ethical and non-ethical maneuvers I have acquired a rather large estate. I would pary with all that I own and can acquire in the future to those who can do this. As for the what this is... Know, before you seek me out, that I am a cursed man. I am desperate. Do not mistake me for a fool though. Any interested may seek me out in the Wayward Shepard, a fine inn located within Demacia. Simply ask the innkeep for a room, and offer him double and half the quarter rate for friends. He will bring you to me. His name is Reignier. Please do not trouble him. It will not benefit you to seek him or myself if you.mean me harm." ~Rogue [Kamilah](https://docs.google.com/document/d/1iVmzM98TEoCm__IwJ3I2MAEaT87vLcggJK7QlI6A19A/mobilebasic) was getting herself together, doing her hair, getting into her clothes, and lacing her shoes when MiMa burst into her bedroom yelling. "**KAMILAH !!**" She yelled as Kamilah jumped out of her skin, falling over onto the floor. "MiMa, WHY ARE YOU YELLING ?!" She exclaimed as her heart rate fastened, as she was worried something bad was happening. However, she took a deep sigh of relief when MiMa revealed to her that it was just a letter. She explained that it was a recruitment letter, looking for men and women of intelligence. Kamilah was immediately intrigued by this, as she had been trying to get out of Ionia and do something adventurous or heroic. She grabbed the letter from her as she began to examine it. Her excited expression seemed to fade away when she saw that he was located in Demacia. Kamilah wasn't very comfortable with going to Demacia, as they were completely against magic and she could find herself in a dungeon or executed even by stepping foot beyond their gates. She asked her MiMa to borrow one of her cloaks as she wrapped it around her body, concealing her feathers that were attached to her body and her clothing. Kamilah packed a small bag oof simple things that she imagined she would need such as, a dagger, rags, medicine, a second outfit, Her MiMa's Garnet, money, and a Vastayian History Book. As she draped the strap of the bag over her shoulder, she closed the bag up in the cloak, concealing it. She made her way to the front door as she started to make her departure, her MiMa ran up to her and gave her a big tight hug as she kissed her on the cheek and told her goodbye and that she loved her. Kamilah responded, "I love you too, MiMa. Don't worry yourself, I'll be fine." She said before walking out of the door and walking through the village with the cloak closed up over her but the hood down so her face was uncovered. She didn't need to conceal the feathers in her hair until she made it to the Demacian Gates. She said her peace to her friends & family that resided in the village, Xayah & Rakan gave her some helpful advice that she'll keep in mind throughout her journey. She left the village as she made her way down a path, through brushes and trees and other elements of nature such as dirt, insects, and animals. She got tired of walking and began to soar through the air as she enhanced her feathers giving her the ability to fly. Eventually, she made it to the Guardian's Sea. She was nervous about crossing, as there wasn't a single boat or ship in sight. Kamilah enhanced her feathers once more as she floated about 30 feet in the air, as she began to fly across the sea. She prayed that her feathers would hold up long enough for her to make it across the sea. About 1 1/2 hours went by before she finally made her way across the Guardian's Sea. Pummeling down into the ground, exhausted she took a deep breath. She picked herself up out of the dirt as she looked up to wait laid in front of her. She didn't really know where she was so she began to walk, it was more trees, grass, and nature so she made her day the path that followed. About 25-30 minutes passed before she began to see building and town-life in the distance. She wondered if it was Demacia but .. as she got closer and closer she began to realize this wasn't Demacia .. it was Noxus. Kamilah ducked down quickly as she began to crawl away as she made her way around the area she was in. She began to run around the outside of the region, it took her about 40 minutes before she finally made her way around the outer walls of Noxus and another 35-45 minutes before she made her way out of Noxus. She made a pit stop and rested up against a tree for about 3 hours before waking up, it seemed to be evening time as the sky was beginning to dim and it seemed as if the sun was about to set. She stood up and began to walk some more as she came upon another construction but it was too small to be Demacia and it didn't have any guards. It began to get dark, so she stopped and began to rest before drifting to sleep again. She woke up around 9 hours later it was pretty early, the sun had barely begun to rise. She got up and took advantage of this to have more day time as she traveled. About 5-6 hours later she comes upon a huge mountain, with a huge barrier surrounding it. She obviously couldn't go this way say she turned to the right and continued. About a day's time passed and she made it onto Demacian Soil, she was so relieved that she had finally made it. She flipped her hood up concealing the feathers in her hair and made sure the cloak was closed around her clothing. She then realized she wouldn't even have to go into the gates of Demacia, she just had to find the WayWard Shephard. Kamilah searched for about 15 minutes before she saw a big sign on the outside of an average-sized building, that read "WayWard Shephard." Pushing the door open, Kamilah walked inside as all eyes were on her. She ignored it and approached the innkeep as she remained with her cloak on. She looked at her as her face was revealed but her hair was concealed, "I assume you're "Reignier"? She said before asking him what the letter instructed, "I need a room, I'll give you double and half the quarter rate for friends." She said to him, assuming he'd know what to do next.
Hi all, I don't know if anybody is still present for this and if you are still interested or not. I am one of those few who was unable to access their account in anyway. If people are interested, and more wish to join, the thread is still open. I will post very soon and am not closing it as yet to new applicants. I am so very sorry for the delay, and thank you for those who are here with me thus far! I genuinely look forward to interacting with each of you.
> **Tiahmet \(NA\) said:** Hi all, I don't know if anybody is still present for this and if you are still interested or not. I am one of those few who was unable to access their account in anyway. If people are interested, and more wish to join, the thread is still open. I will post very soon and am not closing it as yet to new applicants. I am so very sorry for the delay, and thank you for those who are here with me thus far! I genuinely look forward to interacting with each of you. ((No Need To Worry ! I'm here and I'm sure the other two who posted before me won't mind the delay.))
The Wayward Shepard above all eelse was quite normal. Normal and uninteresting to the point of seeming spelled in its simplicity. Entering Demacia for each of the individuals would not have been such a concern as much of the guard held the task of keeping people in, rather than out, and if not that, then searching for the one called Rogue. Squads of armed soldiers patrolled the streets, highly vigilant to the point of being aggressive and confrontational. The unnaturally overbearing heat from the sun did nothing to help the tempers of the already irritable soldiers, so they would provide little in the ways of assistance. The Wayward appeared unremarkable from the outside. A simple inn within the city limits, a garden outs eastern side with a odd and rather eery looking scarecrow taking up residence. Despite it though a small murder screeched and cawed overhead, seeming to never fly far from the property. Outside, on the wraparound porch, a inn maid was sweeping away dirt and dust, but more unusually, a dead crow. Upon the arrival of Sister Costanza, a second plummeted soundlessly to bounce from the Inn's roof and rebound to the ground below. The maid simply sighed as Costanza and entered, continuing her work. The interior of the Wayward was nothing special. Remarkably clean for an inn. Bright, almost shiny. Nobody to be seen except a tall, well-built man with long black hair standing vigilant behind the counter. An open book of plain paper lay in front of him upon the podium and occasionally his eyes flickered in its direction. It was the guest list, and reservations. The pages were clean with the exception of a giant X scrawled through each day. The face of Reignier was sharply angled and plain of facial hair, eyes a striking blue. His right cheek looked to have been burned badly at one point and had left a scar that started below his eyes and descended to the collar of his spotless tunic. The man was built like a man bred for war, not one who scrawled notes in books or ushered guests to rooms. The other attendants of the inn sat casually at tables, drinking or eating, not working because there were no guests and thus no work to be done. "Double and half the quarter rate," Each, the Sister, Knight, and Healer, told the innkeeper, Reignier. Reignier said nothing to any of them and gave none a second glance as he rolled his massive shoulders and retrieved a red feathered quill from the ink jar upon his podium. He wrote each of the names on the page of today and replaced the quill. The man, standing well above each of them, and most others, would then lead them up winding stairs with no railing to the third floor. The stairwell was very wide though and could accommodate two abreast, or some going up and others down. Again, the inn appeared in immaculate condition. The sleeves of Reignier's tunic were rolled up to his elbows, and as he walked with his hands folded behind his broad back, numerous scars, burns and tattoos were evident upon his person. At the third floor landing he led them each in turn to the third door, plain, dark, and the corridor before it dark, as the lights were out. He turned the latch, a curved piece of brass acting as the doorknob, and ushered them in with a small wave of his hand, grunting as they entered. Inside was a marvelous suite and the sound of music, slow and soothing. The floor was carpeted with rich crimson, and overhead an immaculately decorated chandelier wielding blue flames illuminated the room. And though the window at the far end of the room was quite large, resembling a doorway itself, and the curtains open, no other light entered the area. In front of the window was the silhouette of what could only be their host. He was of average height and build with long, snow white hair tied back into a pony tail that split the back of an all black, rich tunic. He turned upon their entry, but his face was shrouded by a featureless blood red mask. Only equally dark eyes greeted them, looking amused. "Welcome to the Wayward. Only three lost souls endeavoring to help a fellow man?" His voice was soft as a purr, but holding the danger of a lion's throaty growl. "No matter. I will lead you to safety. And in turn, I hope that you will help me. To whom do I owe the pleasure?" The hopes of Leofric would fall upon deaf, godless ears. Rogue was indeed a mage and his aura was evident, as the shadow of another falling bird darkened the window behind him.
> **Tiahmet \(NA\) said:** The Wayward Shepard above all eelse was quite normal. Normal and uninteresting to the point of seeming spelled in its simplicity. Entering Demacia for each of the individuals would not have been such a concern as much of the guard held the task of keeping people in, rather than out, and if not that, then searching for the one called Rogue. Squads of armed soldiers patrolled the streets, highly vigilant to the point of being aggressive and confrontational. The unnaturally overbearing heat from the sun did nothing to help the tempers of the already irritable soldiers, so they would provide little in the ways of assistance. The Wayward appeared unremarkable from the outside. A simple inn within the city limits, a garden outs eastern side with a odd and rather eery looking scarecrow taking up residence. Despite it though a small murder screeched and cawed overhead, seeming to never fly far from the property. Outside, on the wraparound porch, a inn maid was sweeping away dirt and dust, but more unusually, a dead crow. Upon the arrival of Sister Costanza, a second plummeted soundlessly to bounce from the Inn's roof and rebound to the ground below. The maid simply sighed as Costanza and entered, continuing her work. The interior of the Wayward was nothing special. Remarkably clean for an inn. Bright, almost shiny. Nobody to be seen except a tall, well-built man with long black hair standing vigilant behind the counter. An open book of plain paper lay in front of him upon the podium and occasionally his eyes flickered in its direction. It was the guest list, and reservations. The pages were clean with the exception of a giant X scrawled through each day. The face of Reignier was sharply angled and plain of facial hair, eyes a striking blue. His right cheek looked to have been burned badly at one point and had left a scar that started below his eyes and descended to the collar of his spotless tunic. The man was built like a man bred for war, not one who scrawled notes in books or ushered guests to rooms. The other attendants of the inn sat casually at tables, drinking or eating, not working because there were no guests and thus no work to be done. "Double and half the quarter rate," Each, the Sister, Knight, and Healer, told the innkeeper, Reignier. Reignier said nothing to any of them and gave none a second glance as he rolled his massive shoulders and retrieved a red feathered quill from the ink jar upon his podium. He wrote each of the names on the page of today and replaced the quill. The man, standing well above each of them, and most others, would then lead them up winding stairs with no railing to the third floor. The stairwell was very wide though and could accommodate two abreast, or some going up and others down. Again, the inn appeared in immaculate condition. The sleeves of Reignier's tunic were rolled up to his elbows, and as he walked with his hands folded behind his broad back, numerous scars, burns and tattoos were evident upon his person. At the third floor landing he led them each in turn to the third door, plain, dark, and the corridor before it dark, as the lights were out. He turned the latch, a curved piece of brass acting as the doorknob, and ushered them in with a small wave of his hand, grunting as they entered. Inside was a marvelous suite and the sound of music, slow and soothing. The floor was carpeted with rich crimson, and overhead an immaculately decorated chandelier wielding blue flames illuminated the room. And though the window at the far end of the room was quite large, resembling a doorway itself, and the curtains open, no other light entered the area. In front of the window was the silhouette of what could only be their host. He was of average height and build with long, snow white hair tied back into a pony tail that split the back of an all black, rich tunic. He turned upon their entry, but his face was shrouded by a featureless blood red mask. Only equally dark eyes greeted them, looking amused. "Welcome to the Wayward. Only three lost souls endeavoring to help a fellow man?" His voice was soft as a purr, but holding the danger of a lion's throaty growl. "No matter. I will lead you to safety. And in turn, I hope that you will help me. To whom do I owe the pleasure?" The hopes of Leofric would fall upon deaf, godless ears. Rogue was indeed a mage and his aura was evident, as the shadow of another falling bird darkened the window behind him. As Kamilah followed the man to the third floor, her eyes began to wander towards her surroundings. The dark, empty corridor sent chills down her spine as she the darkness, and silence gave her a rather eerie feeling. When they made it in the room, Kamilah examined the two people who were walking with her as they followed the innkeeper. She didn't speak to them, she continued to do as she was instructed. As they entered the room, she began to look around the room before her attention was quickly re-directed by the soft-intimidating voice of a man. She examined him as she looked him up and down, she assumed this was the "Rogue" that sent out the letters. However, his words left her a bit baffled as she wasn't really sure what he meant by, "To whom do I owe the pleasure" Kamilah went off of her gut instinct and assumed he was asking of their names so she made herself the first to answer by stating, "My Name is Kamilah ." She said before removing the hood of her cloak revealing the feathers that flowed with her chestnut-brown hair and her facial features were now fully revealed. Her bright-blue eyes glistened as her arched-defined eyebrows brought out the details in her eye-region and her eyelashes fluttered beautifully. The melanin in her skin popped out as soft, round-defined chin brought out the structure in her face. "I am a Vastaya of the Avian Tribe, who's residency is mostly located in Ionia." Removing her cloak the rest of the way, she uncovered her body as her skin began to show as her shoulders were revealed. As she pulled the cloak off, her upper attire was displayed to those who were currently in the room as the feathers on her left arm flowed from her top and her stomach was being shown from the cropped top she had on. A triangular lace ran down the right-upper area of the top as it draped over her shoulder. The bracelet that was located on her left wrist was revealed as her lower attire began to be uncovered as the cloak dropped to the ground, revealing the half skirt she was wearing that flowed down her right leg as upper-thigh length shorts were equipped on her left leg that gave off a bandage type texture. Her shiny legs were revealed as the melanin in her legs popped out, showing off the length of her legs defining her average height. Her laced-up, strapped boots came up to her thigh as she stood with a reserved posture before bending her knees to drop down to ground level so she could pick up her MiMa's cloak, folding it and dropping it into her bag that was draped over her shoulder. She raised her hand as she flicked her hair behind her and fluffed it a bit before dropping her arm at her side, waiting for the rest of them to make their introductions.
> **Tiahmet \(NA\) said:** ((Do I have a green light on the OC? I’ve been just waiting for confirmation before reply.))

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