Neoquest Negative 1...Returned?

[Fj0rd]

((Lemme know if there's anything wrong with Mirre. And no, cliche-ness is not a fault... >.>))

Name: Mirre (MEER)
Age: 17
Birthday: May 21st
Horoscope/Year of the: Bull
Sex: Female
Neopet Species: Kougra
Neopet Colour: Skunk
Personality: Very calm, cool and collected. Likes to take risks; thinks herself above everyone else, and is amused by them.
General Appearance: The corner of her eye is nicked by a scar. A lock of white fur/hair falls over her forehead. About 5'6" (don't know what that is in cm/meters, sorry) with a rather sly look about her. Very strong legs, which allow her to escape well, and quick hands.
Formal wear: Calf-length gray dress, three-quarter length sleeves, with silver embroidery of puffs of smoke/mist on the bodice.
Accessories/Birthmarks:
History: Grew up in a fairly wealthy Neopia Central family, but soon after she turned eight, the family was ruined on the NeoDaq and ended up on the streets. Both parents ended up dying after just a few years of this, mostly because it was so much of a change, but Mirre survived life on the streets by picking people's pockets and nicking food from stores. Recently, she heard rumors of an avalanche in Terror Mountain, hordes of jewels spilling across the mountaintop, and decided that she should travel there to plunder the ruins--the fact that a warrant was out for her after her recent theft of a large cake meant for a small Aisha's birthday had nothing to do with it, of course.

Combat

Class: Thief
Skills:
- Attack (Level 1: Attack; Level 5: Attack V; Level 10: Attack X; Level 15: Attack XV; Level 20: Attack XX)
- Stealth (Level 1: Tiptoe; Level 5: Quiet Steps; Level 10: Light Foot; Level 15: Sneak; Level 20: Winged Feet)
- Throwing Accuracy (Level 1: Wrong Direction; Level 5: Getting Closer; Level 10: Near Miss; Level 15: Hair Cut; Level 20: Direct Hit)
- Confuse (Level 1: Confuse; Level 5: Bewilder; Level 10: Perplex; Level 15: Distract; Level 20: Hypnotize)
- Illusion (Level 1: Small Inanimate Objects; Level 5: Small Animals; Level 10: Medium Objects; Level 15: Medium Animals; Level 20: Large Objects)
- Steal (Level 1: Pickpocket; Level 5: Snatch; Level 10: Snitch; Level 15: Nab; Level 20: Steal)
Original Weapon: Kunai (one, bronze, very old), Secret Knife (short iron knife in her boot).
Original Clothing: Clothes That Probably Originally Belonged to Someone Else (maroon capris, fur-lined coat dyed black inexpertly, white shirt, worn leather boots).

Mirre looked up at the large building she was nearing, and let out a chilled breath of air. The villages she had searched over the past days had contained nothing more than some frozen vegetables, and this was the largest house--the largest anything--on Terror Mountain. If there were riches anywhere, they would be here, she thought, and pushed herself forward with the energy that thought gave her.

It kept her going nearly all the way to the entrance, and then she happened to glance down. She frowned at the sight of two more sets of tracks, and then sighed. Shifting her weight in her boot so that her foot brushed the tiny dagger secreted there, she smiled grimly. Be they adventurers or fellow thieves, she would fight and defeat them for whatever treasure lay within the Lodge.

Now forewarned, she was more cautious, and moved carefully to the door. She pushed it open, slipped inside, and slowly closed it again. The squeak from the hinges was dreadful; Mirre winced, and then winced again as she realized that whoever was in here was alerted to her presence. Stepping back into the shadows near the door, she waited to see if anyone would come.

[Gav]

((Dude, 17, Year of the Bull, Calm, has a scar? Velo/Mirre much? XD))

[joecool2]

gav said:

((Dude, 17, Year of the Bull, Calm, has a scar? Velo/Mirre much? XD))

{Hmm, who knows. XD}

There was a wisp of sound in the air, as Shazvar was already too far into the labrynth of the Ski Lodge. The thick walls eluded much noise, he found out as well, and so when he heard the slight cracks of sound, he figured it must be Velo, searching for more books. Again Shazvar's mind wandered, just like he was wandering through the dark right now. What was Velo looking for? The same thing Shazvar was doing?

It occured to him that perhaps the answer was actually in the books, not further within the building, and that the Bori was just a stupid fool who ridiculously forgot about the idea of journals being kept here.

Shazvar grunted at his stupidity and mentally kicked himself for not thinking of such an idea, whirling around till he saw the light at the end of the shadowed passage, hence, where he came from. Shazvar gripped his sword and continued back to where Velo was to help search for books. But, just as he was to even make more than three steps...

The party has been attacked by ??

??
HP: ??/??

Shazvar
HP: 35/35
Exp: 0/1000

A mysterious figure looms from the shadows, and it is the enemy attacker. All Shazvar knows is that it has a long, spined tail, bat-like wings, and sharp talons. In order to identify the creature, he needs to get into the light.

Shazvar takes 8 damage:

HP: 27/35

Shazvar chooses to flee towards the lighted hall, where Velo is, with the figure chases after him.

{The ?? is not Mirre but another creature, I think it'll be a Cursed Weewoo.}

[Deleted]

*Name: Ceste
*Age: 20
*Birthday: August 14th/ Leo/ Tiger

*Sex: Female
*Neopet Species: Ashia
*Neopet color (includes painted): Royal
*Personality: Ceste is very charming and witty. She exudes a high-life princess style charm, and is very romantic. She could charm the ears of a Kougra if the situation requires it, and loves being around people. She is also honest, and if she does not like you, or you do something to upset her she we tell you, passionately. She is very sensitive but hides it well, she is extremely moody, which also makes her adaptable to any situation. She fancies herself an artist and isn't really good at handling mechanics and is a traditional in her veiwpoints.

Although she may seem charming, her number one agenda is numero uno, and has a hard time caring about others.
*General Appearance (do not include clothes): She is short, and one would think not so impossing, but her cruel puprle eyes cut through steel. Her royal dress instead of the normal color is a deep blood red.
*Formal Wear: A long black gown with glittering diamonds, departs from her usual medevial fashion. She likes clothes, alot.
*Wink*):
Accessories/Birthmarks: She has a tiny birth mark that looks like a hand on the bottom of her foot.
History (any length is acceptable): Ceste is a bit of a unknown in the Meridell court. Where she currently takes up residence. But her true story is much less glamorus than the mystery she presents.

She was born on Terror Mountain but quickly left as the unglamorous life of the harsh mountains did not appeal to her. She made her way to the Merridellian court where she quickly became the scheming courtier. She secured a marriage with a duke by the time she was seventeen, an amazing feat for somone who was so unknown.

However the Duke died a couple of months later and she was blamed for his death and sent out of exile into Meridell. She had been called a gold digger and it was all true.

She turned to a convent, to learn the ways of a healer, but she didn't like the chaistiy it entailed so after training for a while decided to return to her home on Terror Mountain to see what had become of it.

Combat

Class: Healer
Skills: Heal; Level One: Heal, Level Five: Cure, Level Ten: Absolution, Level Fifteen: Soul Healing, Level Twenty: Breath of Health
Immunization (Cures status affects); Level One: Clarity , Level Five: Purity, Level Ten: Perfect Truth, Level Fifteen: Truth, Level Twenty: Cleansing
Restoration: (Brings party members back to life); Level One: Phionex Body, Level Five: Phionex Mind, Level Ten: Phionex Heart, Level Fifteen: Phionex Soul, Level Twenty: Entire Phionex
Enlightenment (Brings Light in Dark spaces): Level One: Moonlight, Level Five: Twilight, Level Ten: Sunrise, Level Fifteen: Morning, Level Twenty: Noon
Physical Wall: Constructs a barrier for physical attacks, for either one person or the entire party, lasts for a limited amount of turns depending on the level
Level One: Willowy Stronghold Level Five: Steel Will Level Ten: Diamond Fortress Level Fifteen: Heaven's Walls Level Twenty: The Great Wall


Original Weapon: Convent Scepter: A basic wooden scepter donned with a tiny bloodstone cut of poor quality.
Original Clothing: Dressed in a pure black habit, unlike the traditional white robes of the healer, donned with blood red edges.

[joecool2]

Okies, Snorkles! ^^ Thanks for joining!

I suggest waiting until we get to a good point for you to join. Perhaps after the party meets Fj0rd's character, Mirre, or just as when they do so, so Velo and Shazvar can meet two females at the same time.

*Begins to try and figure out pairings.*

[Deleted]

((Hmm okay. ^^ Velo won't like Ceste anyways, her grammar is too poor. Just kidding. ;D))

[Fj0rd]

gav said:

((Dude, 17, Year of the Bull, Calm, has a scar? Velo/Mirre much? XD))

((XD Yesss. *cough* I mean. >.> ...Actually I think it'd be Shazvar/Mirre and Velo/Ceste, the ages are closer. I mean, Shazvar/Ceste would be five years apart, and that's just gross. ^^))

Mirre let out her breath after a long minute of waiting and cautiously stepped out into the hall, her hand on the hilt of the hidden kunai, but when no one attacked her, she relaxed. Slightly.

Glimpsing a lighted hallway, she shifted her pose and stepped to the outside of the corridor, where the floorboards wouldn't squeak as much. Cautiously stepping, she made her way down to the end of the lighted hallway, and, after a moment, poked her head around the corner.

((I'm just gonna say there's a corner, because it's easier for me to RP ^_^))

[Deleted]

((How about I bump into Mirre. Who says that it has to be a m/f parings? ^^ That would give her a start.))

[joecool2]

r said:

((How about I bump into Mirre. Who says that it has to be a m/f parings? ^^ That would give her a start.))

*Shudders*

{I would say no same sex pairings, but I'm afraid that would ruin 'freedom of speech'.}

Shazvar continues fleeing, getting closer and closer down the hallway. A figure appears ever so slightly around the corner, but he doesn't notice as he continued to use the 'flee' action.

??
HP: ??/??

Shazvar
HP: 27/35
Exp: 0/1000

[Deleted]

((It's your roleplay you can do whatever you want. I don't think anyone here would be comfertable with slash anyways, so it's all good. It was more of a joke than anything else. ^^ ))

She enters the building carefully, though not steathily, the board creaking and moaning under her dancer's footsteps. Her eyes carefully graze the building, it's falling into disrepair. It had been a long trek up terror mountain and her fur is frozen with sweat and snow. Her face is flushed and almost pink. She listens carefully to try to discern if anyone is here, doesn't here anything and walks in to the building. Dust taints the air and she can feel strange vibes in this place. It smells of death and danger. Grimacing she resistes a strong instinct to flee and instead presses on.

[Fj0rd]

((I think Sabs' point is that it'd be a bit awkward in this sort of RP. *shrug* Seeing as how that sort of thing wasn't exactly, err, encouraged in the medieval ages and whatnot, and we're using medieval weapons etc.))

Mirre's eyes widened as she took in the scene: the large monster chasing the knight down the hallway. She paused, and then grinned. It was no affair of hers if the bloke got killed or not; if he did, well, that would be one less fight for her to get to whatever treasure there was within this... Ski Lodge.
She pulled back behind the corner again and leant carelessly against the wall, tapping one foot on the floorboard lightly.

[joecool2]

I think this "fleeing" action is starting to get overrated. >__>

"GET IT OFF ME! I CAN'T FREAKIN SEE!" He screams in battle cry.

[Fj0rd]

With a sigh, Mirre glanced upwards at the ceiling. Why wouldn't this guy just die and get it over with?

[joecool2]

Shazvar stumbles out into the hallway, seeing Velo down at the very end, where he was still absent-mindedly reading through books.

As the Bori staggers up slightly, the creature slashes him from the back strongly, dealing a total of 12 damage (dumb dice roller >>).

Shazvar
HP: 15/35
Exp: 0/1000

Shazvar spends a few moments of his turn crying out in pain at the cut the monster made. He looks up at the corner of a ceiling, where the sounds of the creature were coming from, to find the enemy to be a Cursed Weewoo. It is a white weewoo but about three times its size and having black spikes, tails, and wings everywhere. The creatures snarls and attacks, but Shazvar unsheathes his sword grodgily, though in time.

Shazvar deals 8 damage to the Cursed Weewoo.

Cursed Weewoo
HP: 7/15

[Deleted]

As I get closer and the screams get more frantic I smile. There couldn't be anything too dangerous here, at least I hoped there wasn't. Probably just some stupid boy from the village, Fyora knows that there was plenty of them. I keep on walking.