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Crestcrazy2 said:
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Name: Shem Molbjorn
Gender: Male
Age: 36 in human years, though I don’t know how long centaurs live. Probably the same right?
Species: Centaur
Physical Appearance: Shem is built like a Shire Horse. Dappled grey skin and hair, green eyes and perfect teeth other then one that looks to be replaced with dull silver. His hair is long and braided, sometimes put up in a man bun style, his beard is braided and maintained. He wears leather armor and a black or white under shirt. A satchel is usually slung across his shoulder which doubles as a quiver filled with arrows. He also wears a necklace with the image of a crescent moon and a star in the middle of the moon around his neck. A beautiful ivory bow, etched with patterns and constellations is all he has left of his old herd.
Personality: very hopeful on the outside, always trying to look on the bright side and keep spirits up, but inside he feels completely lost and unsure of the future. He feels best out under the stars like most centaurs and is constantly trying to rally the captive centaurs in secret, trying to escape the compound. It hasn’t worked. He’s a very determined creature who fears succumbing completely to the will of the king.
Backstory (optional): like most Centaurs he was traveling the lands with his caravan, going from one Indian tribe to another, selling their wares and stocking up for the next leg of the yearly journey around the large island. He was really closer to a foal when the king arrived. (Sorry if I’m messing up timelines, idk how long ago it was! We can change it if need be!) King Lanchester forced Shems herd into camps and forbid the nomadic beings from roaming “his” island. They tried fighting back but it ended in vain, death was all that came of the fighting. The centaurs had grown weak, not knowing they would have to face off against a tyrannical king in the near future. The younger. Centaurs weren’t prepared for battle and many died trying to escape the kings clutches. Eventually they were imprisoned in compounds, forced to become one with his army…or be killed. Shem was one of the few who survived from his herd, but was eventually taken to a separate part of the compound for special training. They told him he would make a great warrior for the king and was even put in charge of his own squad of centaurs to train under himself.
But secretly he’s been planning a breakout, he made his choice long ago that he would never truly allie with the king. He would join the rebels if it’s the last thing he did.
Other: He’s insanely good with his bow, preferring a style of long range fighting more common for smaller soldiers. Even though he would be good for the front lines, taking hits and being the tank of the army, he plans to make it out of the compound alive. So even though he’s fairly well trained in close combat, he prefers his bow.
( is this good?! @Blue Raptor :D)
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The wind whistled past his ears, dancing around his head and pulling his loose hair this way and that as he stood atop the crest of a hill, overlooking a starlit valley. The stars shone with an uncommon brightness while the moon slowly crept into the sky from behind a far off cliff face. The bellow of a familiar voice called to him and, Fengonne, the herd leader loped towards him.
“Shem!” The voice said harshly as Fengonne came closer. “ You should be down in the camp with the others, preparing for tomorrow. You can’t leave all the work to them.” Fengonne said sternly, circling him and moving them down the hill and into an opposite valley.
“I wasn’t going to leave it all to them, I just wanted to see the Harpy’s.” Shem replied earnestly, looking up at the much larger figure.
Fengonne opened his mouth, as if to reply. But in the same instant his eyes went wide as the herds camp came back into view. An exhale of shock escaped his lungs and he continued forward, faster now. Shem scrambled to catch up from behind, catching a flicker of light as it glinted off the large sword Fengonne drew from his back. That’s when he saw what had caught his leaders attention.
The entire herd had been surrounded by figures holding bows with arrows tipped in flame and scimitars that shined unsettlingly in the pale moonlight that now streamed down on them.

The dream kinda skipped forward from there, it always did, wouldn’t be much of a nightmare if it was all just arguments and peace being discussed for hours on end. From there it always went straight to the moment when the king had had enough, if Fengonne wouldn’t kneel to him or even accept a peace deal then that was that apparently.

The king flicked his hand toward a line of humans in robes, and the horror began. First to go were the carriages and trading wagons, set ablaze by smoldering arrows. When the elder’s trade wagon was set on fire he attacked a human archer with his staff, which was blade-less and dull. The archer fired at him in return and the chaos ensued. They slaughtered anyone who refused to go with them peacefully, leaving most of the herd dead. Fengonne was the second to die, charging the king with nothing but his great sword. An arrow was loosed and to Shems horror it’s aim was true, striking Fengonne in the neck. The volley of arrows that finished him off was unnecessary, but the kings bloodlust hadn’t been satisfied. As Shem backed away, toward his remaining herd mates, he caught a glimpse of the kings eyes. They glowed with heat and seemed to engulf him in a wave of fire, everything searing white hot before…

*gasp!* Shem woke up to the sun blinding him as it peaked across the hills and into his quarters. He slowly got onto all fours and strode toward the large, arching window, pulling the burgundy curtains inward to block the morning light. He groaned, wiping his eyes and yawning loudly. He wanted nothing more then to go back to bed and sleep a peaceful, dreamless sleep. But he had work to do, so he unenthusiastically started his morning. A short time later he was dressed, donning a long, thin cloak the color of pine needles along with a white shirt. He braided his hair and slung his bow and quiver onto his back before making his way outside and into the courtyard to see what the day would bring.



(I don’t mean to make the king sound like a completely bloodthirsty monster, that’s just how his dream turned out lol)
 
-Kiwi- said:
Lichen twitched her wings back uneasily. “Yeah. I have a feeling leaning with a skeleton crew is much better than sticking around though. Even if I know none of you.”
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Galen continued to inch back, franticly scanning the docs, the water, even the ship, what was wrong? Experience had taught him caution.
He froze as his eyes rested on a figure standing on the docs...watching them.
 
Galen froze, his body going rigid in the corner of Ember's vision and she glanced at him, tracking his gaze toward the edge of the docks.
It was unusually difficult to interpret what her sixth sense was trying to tell her, the mess of alarm and familiarity weaving and twisting her sense.
A mythic- no- a threat. Both? A soldier or pirate maybe? No... Definitely a mythic, but...
Ember slowly reached up and unclipped her cloak, letting the cloth drop to the deck. Long, black wings tensed against her back, prickling warily, the crimson-red tips gracefully brushing the deck boards as they shifted.
Her eyes locked on the dark figure standing at the end of the boarding plank, watching the scene on the Quicksilver silent and motionless.
She paced forward tensely, still gripping her pistol.
"What do you want?"
Her voice cut the dim, misty air, carrying down to the dock.

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