Character #: C1
Name: Jersey Jordan
Age (18-22): 21
Appearance: Thick brown hair the same color as his goat fur. Chocolatey brown eyes and lightly tanned skin.
Personality: Spoiled thing
Clothing (optional): ;-;
Abilities/Talents (optional): Plant magic, can make someone sleep, very fast.
Araiwyn shot her poison-tipped arrow through her enemy's neck. He fell to the ground, his weapons clattering loudly, and she leaped out of the tree to check for anything of value. Once satistfied, she started running down the flowery hill to her hidden home. Well, once hidden. Now that this thug had found it, she'd have to move.
Araiwyn gathered up her belongings, consisting of an extra bow, arrows, a vial of poison, a blowdart and some darts, and a magical bag that held all of her other food items and miscellaneous. She stepped outside, closing the trapdoor in the hill, and flicked her fingers, willing ivy and grass to grow over it, concealing the exit.
Araiwyn spotted a brown bundle falling from the sky. She frowned and drew her bow in case it would start flying. In this world, you never knew what would kill you, rob you, or sell your organs to the traveling thieves. When it fell out of sight past green hills, she relaxed slightly and kept walking, although she was on guard.
He twitched an ear and spotted what seemed to be another creature at a distance. Strutting/trotting towards them, he had a very dignified expression on his face. He would have them know that he was a prince and demanded their services.
He touched the amulet at his neck and decided that it would be a better idea to hide it his shirt. Who knew what kind of scoundrels and ruffians roamed these lands?
Araiwyn continued until she reached the top of the hill, where she got a good look at the satyr walking towards her. Quick as a flash, she nocked an arrow and raised her bow. "I really don't want to kill you," she said, "so tell me what business you have with me. And don't lie. I'll know." Her eyes twitched down to the satyr's apparel. "You're not from around here, are you?" she asked.
Araiwyn froze. "Egretia? That's not a thing. This is the land of Chloralin, and we're right next to the town of Pilfer. and there's no Prince. Just a power-hungry king called Vulwin Jothyra. So who are you really?"