forum Heroes and Monsters 6/6 Group RP Closed

Started October 24, 2022 by @The-Dyonisia group

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Here's my girl! (let me know if I need to change or adjust anything.)

Character Template:
Name: Ashera “Ash” Sylmar
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Shipping?: sure
Ethnicity: Celtic
Personality: kind, compassionate, curious, doesn't let people treat others badly, can be very outspoken depending on the topic,
Reason for joining the expedition: Umm… Ash likes helping people and heard of the Pharaoh's condition. She's an experienced healer, though the thought of such a powerful remedy being necessary was very intriguing to her, not to mention the challenge of finding the treasured Garden of the Hesperides, something she’d heard of only in myths from her teacher when she was apprenticing as a child.
Appearance: Ash is 5’10” with very lightly tan skin, a slim, almost willowy, build but that doesn't mean she's weak. She has long pale gold hair with traditional braids woven throughout and dark green eyes.
Style: Ash mostly sticks with traditional Celtic clothing, often wearing simple tunics and wrapped skirts and a few pieces of bronze jewelry, though she's not a fan of hair nets but will wear them for special occasions (such as meeting someone important).
Profession: Healer

(Alright, we just need 1 more and we can start)

((I’ve posted my sample, it’s up above.))

Name: Adonias (could not find any sources for surnames, so it’s just ‘Adonias!’)

Age:20

Gender: While usually perceived as male, Adonias doesn’t care too much. As it is his typical perception, he uses he/him pronouns to avoid confusion, although is perfectly fine with any pronouns used to refer to him.

Shipping?: Probably not, unless it’s just platonic. Adonias is aroace.

Ethnicity: Carthaginian

Personality: One might think of Adonias as a follower. That’s not quite the truth. Adonias is more of an observer, who understands the importance of watching and waiting. Listening too - and keeping secrets. Keep the right secrets and you might get something in return. While cunning, Adonias is not cruel - if he knows that there is unnecessary suffering, he will try to find a solution that makes that party happy- a hopefully discreet solution, by his own preference. Adonias is not one for being in the spotlight, though he doesn’t mind the company of others. Just - don’t ask him to make a speech. One on one, or in small groups, Adonias can be fairly diplomatic.

Reason for joining the expedition: Carthage, a rich city. What are the reasons one would depart? Adonias had his own: wanting some sort of stability in his life. He had come from a life where it was jumping from one job to another, and while that was fine…it wasn’t stable. It just didn’t feel right - Adonias couldn’t explain completely why. Still, he’d heard (not in depth, just from conversations that he’d…’overheard’) of the Garden of Hesperides. From the little he knew of it, it piqued his interest. And perhaps the expedition would give him some sort of stability. He knows that it will end, eventually, but Adonias believes that he may find what he’s looking for along the way, even though he’s uncertain of what that ‘thing’ is.

Appearance: 5’8” in height, with bronze skin. Adonias has slightly curly black hair that goes down to the top of his shoulders at the longest - typically ties it up to the best of his ability, so that it’s more similar in style to a ‘bun’ (but not quite there). Prefers to go clean shaven. Hazel eyes. His body type could be described as somewhat lithe, though not underweight, and he has a light amount of muscle due to his lifestyle. 

Style: Wears little to no ornaments, preferring to look more ‘average’, unless the situation calls for it (in which he does keep a couple rings and an armlet with him; gifts from old friends). His most common wear is a tunic that falls to a little above his knee. The tunic is linen, light olive green in colour. While he prefers to go barefoot, if it’s not an option, he has sandals that he also happens to keep on him. He usually keeps a satchel on him, but avoids wearing it in the open; opting to hide it under a dark green cloak instead. He’s able to pull the hood up if needed; usually just to shelter from the sun.

Profession: Spy

Name: Neni the II of Egypt
Age: 15
Gender: Female (She/Her)
Shipping?: Nope, she's aro/ace and also 15
Ethnicity: Egyptian
Personality: Reserved and a little spiteful, she's usually full of the bad emotions, and it's not really anybody's fault, she was just raised in a palace and is very lonely. She hates it when people treat her like a princess.
Reason for joining the expedition: She didn't consent to it, her brother forced her to go. At least she gets a tiny bit of freedom though.
Appearance: Mahogany brown skin, her body is thin and sharp, and she is decently tall, especially for her age. Her face has sharp features too, with almond eyes, thin lips and a sharp hooked nose. She has greenish-brown eyes and thick eyebrows, as well as short curly brown hair, though she usually has a braided wig on. She's got a bit of a tooth gap. She also has an ankh tattoo on her throat. 5'1
Style: She usually wears a skirt that comes up to just below her chest and a linen shawl over her chest; all white. She is almost always wearing her golden and turquoise vulture headdress. She also wears makeup sometimes (not often): turquoise eyeshadow, cinnabar lipstick, kohl eyeliner etc…
Profession: Princess, though not in line of succession therefore; Priestess

Tilila stood outside the Pharaoh's palace, taking in all the sights. The tall columns inscribed with the ancient stories of the gods and their servants, of kings and their men, of temples and sights which man could never replicate. She gazed at the meter long ivies and grapevines that twisted and twirled up the sides of the palace, nearly reaching the top. She marveled at the gold-filled crevasses of the ground and the walls, the blue and green tinted tiles glittering in the orange glow of dusk. All of it was a bit overwhelming for her, especially because she grew up in a small tight-knit tribe rather than a large, bustling kingdom like this. She began to sweat a bit, but thought of the fact that she had volunteered for this, so this was a good thing. She composed herself and sighed, walking into the throne room. She spotted five others adjacent to her, along with a few servants at the entrances and beside the walls. Then she tilted her head up. A dozen steps led to a throne surrounded by spotless linen curtains and golden pottery. On it sat a man in royal regalia. A golden head cloth draped on his head and shoulders, a skirt draped over his legs and torso, and he held a golden crook and flail crossed over his bare chest. Presumably, he was the Pharaoh. Next to him stood a small girl, wearing a long tunic, and a very beautiful necklace around her neck. She wore a similar golden headress, though hers was in the shape of some kind of bird. Her face seemed to have a bit of a sad glower. The room was silent for a minute when the Pharaoh rose to speak. "As you know, I sent for a group of travelers willing to make the dangerous trek to the mystical and not yet seen Isle of the Hesperides" He took a step forward "Thousands answered the call, but you six" at this Tilila looked around, glancing at the faces, a diverse array of interesting people. None of them were from Egypt, she could tell. "You six were the most rewarding prospects" he smiled warmly "A warrior and a rogue for protection, a sorceress to deal with the magicks you might face on the voyage, a healer for medical procedures that will likely be needed, and an artist for recording locations and beings found on the way. A prince from a far away land, as diplomat" he pointed at his sister "And of course, a seventh member, the princess will be looking over this whole mission as a scribe" His smile sort of faltered when referring to his sister, but he went on "I have prepared a ship filled to the brim with everything you will need. Food, weapons, medicinal herbs, scrolls, paints" he tilted his head "Wine." Tilila smiled at the mention of alcohol. "And all other essentials for your journey" he shook his hand, gesturing them off "You will be on your way tomorrow morning, for now, you will all be given rooms in the palace. Sleep well" At the wave of his hands, five guards were at their sides, escorting them to hall, where their rooms would be located.

Ashera did her best keep still, despite her hair net rubbing uncomfortably against the base of her scalp, and pay attention to the prince’s speech as the apparently final member of this mission arrived. She smiled softly when her occupation was mentioned but had to bite her tongue at the light, but honest, quip that followed. If this mission really was as dangerous as everyone said then she just hoped she was as well prepared for anything that might come up.

While her people were on friendly terms with many of their neighbors, Ash hadn't expected the future King of Egypt to be so generous and welcoming. Was it just because of the service the group was offering or was it how he intended to rule when the time came, regardless of how this expedition ended? Either way, she was grateful for everything so far and had no issue with the Princess joining them. Surely she had more benefit than just as a scribe for the journey.

When the guards stepped up to escort the party out of the throne room Ash took a moment to glance at her new companions but followed without question, eager for tomorrow.

Sixteen days. From his home of Sardis to Cairo, it took Emirhan sixteen days. All of which he spent with some burning drive of energy in his stomach. When telling his father and brothers about the trip, they just shrugged him off before giving him what he needed to travel. So much for family. Just because his chances of gaining the crown are slim to none doesn't give him the excuse to have sour intentions.

He wished for there to be time to wander in Egypt before or after the mission. The vibrancy and bustling life of Cairo reminded him of home. When he arrived, he loved the sight of the moon shining down in the midst of the night sky and stars. There were some market stalls with fine fabrics that he wished to stop by; if only Emirhan had time, he would've bought some for his mother and sisters.

Yet now here is standing before the Pharoh with the six companions he is to work with. For the majority of the time, Emirhan kept his eyes on the Pharaoh. Occasionally he swiftly glimpsed around at the others before returning his gaze back. A subtle smile rested on his face.

Though determining how this will all go is something for the gods, Emirhan can be confident in saying that he has assurance things will go well just by looking at the others. The Pharaoh's kindness added on to this as well. Tomorrow, it all starts tomorrow.

Being careful with his simple crown, he gave a small head bow. Once the guards had appeared, Emirhan took one more look around before being escorted out. The excitement still bellowing within him.

Adonias seldom made trips as long as this. To Egypt. And yet, this was only the preparation for the long journey that lie ahead of him - ahead of all of them, he noted, glancing at his companions. However, he kept most of his focus on the Pharaoh, listening intently. He’d dropped the hood of his cloak down prior to arriving, which showed that his hair had been loosely tied up - usually how he preferred to travel in long periods of time.
At his profession mentioned, he smiled, dipping his head slightly.

Tomorrow morning, Adonias noted, keeping the information in mind. And a room in the palace itself - how kind! Adonias seldom got a chance to reside in a place such as this. As the guards showed up, Adonias dipped his head slightly in a bow, then went with everyone else to be escorted to their rooms.

Efraim tried to pay attention to the Pharaoh as best they could, but their eyes wandered to look at the walls occasionally. Here in the throne room were some of their father’s paintings, most noticeably the stretch of blue that represented the Nile River underneath a flock of herons in flight. Underneath that, near the floor and in the various corners of the room, Efraim could spot small, golden fish clustering in groups of two or three. Father’s fish had always been very good; they liked to think that repetitive strokes that made up the scales were relaxing to him.
Their eyes then drifted over to the others, taking in their unfamiliar faces and clothes. They couldn’t form an immediate judgement of any of them, but could only hope that they wouldn’t be judgmental in return.
Upon hearing the word “paints,” Efraim snapped back to attention. Excitement bubbled in their stomach as they realized how close they were to breaking free of the bubble that they had been living in for so long. Sure, it wasn’t as if the journey wouldn’t be fraught with danger, but they trusted that God would protect them.
When the guard came to escort them to their room, Efraim half expected to be led where they normally slept. However, they came to an unfamiliar room, and they realized this was probably so they wouldn’t have to catch up with everyone else in the morning. They stared at the guard for a moment, unsure, before entering. After taking off their sandals and kneeling beside the bed, they began to pray. They asked God for protection and safety, and that He would give them courage, as they always did.

Neni sat next to her brother, Hakor, as he spoke to the foreigners which stood before her. She scowled at them with half-closed eyes, tuning her brother out as he gave his damned speech. She didn't care much for them, after all, not only were they foreigners, but they were the people she was forced to travel with for gods know how long.
"…The princess will be looking over…" as soon as he mentioned her, she scoffed quietly. Only he could have heard her, and his face faltered. At least she'd be free of him during the trip. He had been a pain in her neck since their father, Faurud, fell ill. Neither of them had cared for him that much, but Hakor said the things he was doing was "For the good of Egypt" and kept nagging on her to be a better princess, but she wasn't in line for anything, so she didn't have much to care for.
As she watched the foreigners be escorted away, she too stood and left to go to her own room, before being interrupted by her brother "Actually Neni, you're going to room with the other expeditioners tonight" he smiled. It was the same face he gave the foreigners when explaining their trip to them. A fraudulent smile. As he said those words, two guards appeared at his side, so she knew she did not have much choice in the say. She simply gritted her teeth "Alright then." She said, as she too was escorted to the rooming hall. Luxurious for others, sure, but she had an entire quarter of the palace to herself, so she knew this was more exile than opportunity. "Damned brother" she whispered as she came to her door.

As soon as the guards left Ash in her room for the night, she quickly took out the annoying hair net and let her hair hang naturally. She didn't mind getting dressed up for such an important meeting, or the time it took to arrive, or even having to stand around complete strangers while the prince spoke. But that hair net… She let out a slow breath and looked around at the splendor she was surrounded by. It was quite a stark contrast to her modest home. But she had to admit, as she looked at the sky, the stars were just as beautiful.

She sighed and moved toward the luxurious bed to try and get as much rest as she could. Who knows what the road ahead of them would hold.

Ehlaea admired the ivies and grapevines as she approached the palace. She had been in the city only for a short time and the plants had proven to be the only thing welcoming to her. She hated cities, and crowds, but she couldn’t do anything about it right now. Though, she hopefully wouldn’t have to deal with the horrid city for too much longer. After all, the Garden of Hesperides awaited.

She listened closely to the Pharaoh, nodding at his mention of a sorceress. She then glanced around as the others were mentioned, curious who was who.

When the guards came up to escort them to their rooms, she nodded respectfully and followed without a sound. She then disappeared into her room, having no intention to leave it until morning. And, if any of her companions knocked, she would likely not answer. Her experiences with others had always ended badly, simply because she was ‘different’. Hence, she lived alone, on a high mountain, usually singing with the birds every morning and evening.

As Ehlaea settled herself, she lit some incense to soothe her mind, of both dark thoughts and anxiety. Then, she spent some time meditating to prepare herself for the journey ahead. Afterward, when the moon was halfway up the sky, she finally blew the embers out of her window, giving thanks to the spirits, before heading to bed.