Evaerisial - Enlightenment Era.

[Lady Foxy]

(NO ONE LINERS allowed.)
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In a land where war and conflict is a common foe.. There lies a true difference between the distance of their world. In a secluded corner, but nonetheless powerful and feared.. Lie the most civilized and advanced races across the whole continent. The Foxes and Tigers, both part of a same tribe were united under a 'holy' species known by the name Elfs.

*Hint:

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Music to play while reading the introduction of the OOC: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XFEAzP1Zm-A&feature=related

The tribe flourished and rose into an almighty and honorable kingdom, where the Elfs were always overseeing them, as they were considered holy figures and adored throughout their land. The Fox Queen and the Tiger King rose statues and palaces along with their people, building their cities and Capital, towns and borders. It was a time of great discovery and enlightenment. Soon, they became a mighty empire. All was peace and tranquility, devotion and friendship. But still, who couldn't say there weren't disagreements or such?

But alas, these are not the only living beings in the massive continent. Whereas they grew as a wonderful and almighty civilization, the other races and beings of the continent remained in a 'Dark Age' as called by Zealian researchers. The Empire known as Zealian is the one mentioned before, the one tribe united by the Elfin gods.

To get back in track, we must remember that the tribes in the 'Dark Age' never really ceased to be much different. They shared a common thing in general, being their weapons or technological state. Architecture, whether being at a 'simple' but slightly developed level, nothing could be compared to the Zealin structures and cities. The numerous and seemingly endless tribes began to group up, but not with other tribes. If two tribes shared an alliance, they wouldn't merge their territories. However, the most dangerous tribe currently is known as the one lead by the Lizard-men. The 'Shadow Cloaks'. They are bulky and strong, dangerous and slippery with their tongues.

Considered the tribe that held the most fearful dominance, the Lizard-men have a knack for picking up, or better said; 'enslaving by force' other females from other tribes, using them as their own for their personal uses or as slaves. Most often, their slavery ends up in being sex slaves, 'maids' or else.

The most abused and enslaved race has been the one where cow-girls and Minotaur men used to inhabit. Now, it's just Minotaurs wandering around, often recruited or hired as bodyguards or personal fighters for their armies or such. It's rare to see Minotaurs doing anything else, but there's a myth that within the Capital of Zeal, a group of Minotaur warriors control the warrior group known as the 'Double Axes'.

The females of the race, the cow-girls suffer a rather depressing and humiliating situation. They are used and abused for having the ability of having limitless amounts of milk and whatnot, besides being gorgeous and attractive to most males in the sense that their bodies give a male the feeling to mate almost immediately. Of course, these females are rumored to be 'the best' for sex, their tightness and whatnot lewd and dirty rumors spread wide across the lands.

A short population of these females reside within the Zeal Empire, having sought refuge and gotten it with success. They have received good treatment, given jobs and homes across the Empire's domains. Looked upon on as gorgeous and 'massively wide' beauties, most other females look upon them a bit jealously in the sense that they had gotten so much attention by the males. Of course, the Fox females are not threatened, holding the position of being the most beautiful females 'across the Empire and beyond', the male foxes and male Tigers keeping that statement true.

But, what really does all of this History and knowledge have to do with the land? Or with you?.. Want to seek more information, or perhaps.. Fame, adventures, dangers for yourself?.. That's difficult to see.. Though the Oracle knows best.

And thus, I offer you a chance to dive into the land of Evaerisial.

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***Note: This world consists of mainly 'furries' or anthro's. Orcs/Elfs are allowed though.
Dramatic/Intense Music to help Character Making (Recommended.):

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=endscreen&v=wopIGH3F8Ek&NR=1

Character Sheet:

Name:
Gender: (Male/Female/Herm.)
Age: (Can vary from 18 to 50.)
Race: (Races available, but Elfs will may depend on my approval: Elfs, Foxes, Tigers, Orcs, Panthers, Lizards, Cow-girl/Minotaur, Bird-people. Any Custom Anthro Race = May subject to approval.)
Current Work: (Knight, Normal citizen, Archer, Blacksmith etc. *No magicians or such. Think average. *May suggest such to me and it will be approved or not too.)
Place of Residence: (Tribal Lands or the Zeal Empire.)

Appearance: (Text or image, your choice. *Images are easier and can easily offer a view.)

Bio: (Please write a long and well descriptive bio, make it interesting! *Doesn't need to be very long either.)
Side Notes: (Add any special notes, special events, traumatizing events witnessed.. Etc. *Not Necessary.)

*****Note: Quests will be given at the beginning of the story.

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And so, your life in Evaerisial begins.

*Post Order for GM, players shouldn't worry about this list below.*
Kingdom of Zeal:
1. MiscChaos
2. Zender
3. Dax & Rooie
4. Napsii
5. Sortaix
Tribal lands:
1. Alchemist
2. RavenLord
3. Hyena
4. Angels Love

[KnightVanilla]

hmm interesting

[MiscChaos]

Name: Lilia Rogue
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Race: Elf
Current Work: Archer
Place of Residence: Zeal Empire

Appearance:

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Bio:

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Lilia is the latest in a long line of Archer scouts, patrolling the borders of her kingdom to keep the unruly out and the citizens safe. She was destined to live a happy life in the service of her liege, doing her job with pride and earning the respect of her parents and the people both. Instead what happened is that, during what should have been a routine sweep of the inner border just outside of the city, her parents were betrayed by one who lusted after her mother.

He allowed the Shadow Cloak tribe deep into the city and, while the rest of the knights and archers were fending them off, he knocked the family unconscious with a type of gas as her parents were gearing up to begin their sweep. When they awoke, they found themselves in the clutches of those bastards. The traitor got first shot at her mother, violating her even as she screamed for Lilia’s release. Her father struggled so much he had to be killed in order to keep from escaping and ripping the traitor’s throat out. It was only the timely arrival of one of the Royal Knights that prevented Lilia from suffering the same fate as her mother. Lilia was saved, but her mother had to be left behind in order to do it. Lilia left the bastard who betrayed them a parting gift though: An arrow in the throat taken from the Knight.

All this when she was 8. She grew up guilty that she’d escaped while her mother remained captured and her father was dead. The Knight who’d saved her, a knight named Mana, tried her best to alleviate this, but when it became apparent that wouldn’t work, she instead taught Lilia everything she knew about the sword and had a friend teach her the bow. When it came time to choose her profession at 16, she went with the Archer, trying to make sure no one ever suffered like she did. She takes to her job with an almost suicidal zeal, never letting a single tribesman get past her, keeping her ear to the ground with other Archers to make sure no one ever betrayed someone like the man she’d been betrayed by. After moving out of Mana’s house at 19, she also took to housing as many cowgirls as she could afford to in order to help them recover from the horrors of being used as a slave, giving them a confidence they could use in the kingdom that considered them almost the second most beautiful type of woman instead of falling for the first man that didn’t treat them like absolute shit. This has helped humanize Lilia, something Mana is massively thankful for, but she still allows no mistakes in her job as an Archer, either from her or her comrades. Well, no, she doesn’t trust the men enough to be comrades. Associates then.

Side Notes:

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She and her parents were captured by the Lizardman clan as her bio says, destroying her trust in men and most fellow Archers and giving her an almost sadistic desire to kill those of the Shadow Cloak tribe.

[Zender_Solarheart]

Name: Kouga Zanbo.
Gender: Male.
Age: 28.
Race: Tiger.
Current Work: Travelling swordsman. Often seeks work as a guardian for temporary defense jobs.
Place of Residence: Zeal Empire. (must…resist…Chrono Trigger…reference…)

Appearance: (add appropriate ears for a tiger anthro, and add fur as necessary.)

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Bio:

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Kouga Zanbo, a rather interesting case among the other Tigers. While he resides within Zeal territory, he’s certainly among the more mobile of their citizens. He even wanders outside those boundaries at times, and while no one has ever seen how the tribal peoples react to him, it’s rumored that any uppity reptile-men that cross his path are quickly cut down by his unique katana.

Speaking of his katana, that’s a key article of Kouga’s ancestry. It is said that a certain group among the Tigers, known as the Bengals, were a quite reclusive people, living in a social structure rather similar to the tribals of today. Of course, their time predates when the Elves came around and brought everything together, so the sword he owns, passed down through many generations of the Zanbo family of Bengal lore, is one of purely sentimental value. Its primary unique feature is the kanji phrase inscribed on its blade, which reads “一騎当千” (“Ikkitousen”). The literal translation is “one horseman with the might of one thousand,” but in the Zanbo family, it holds a different meaning. To apply the term “ikkitousen” to a person, weapon, or technique, means that it is without equal in its respective field; for this blade, it is a symbol of the finest craftsmanship known at the time of its creation.

Kouga himself is one who generally keeps quiet when he can, but should the conversation grab his particular interest, he may become a tad long-winded in some cases. His reaction to clearly immoral actions and crimes is often to smite the evildoer where he stands, though he prefers to avoid killing, if at all possible.

Side Notes: While Kouga knows his lineage just fine, the only family he ever knew was his father, and not all that long. Turns out that his mother died giving birth to him, and at the age of 14, his father left for some unknown errand, and never returned. While it is commonly assumed that a tribal group on the outskirts killed him, no body or evidence of a struggle was found along his perceived path. It’s as if he just…vanished. The only reason Kouga’s the skilled swordsman he is today, is because his godfather – a white-furred Tiger by the name of Ryuuji Shirogami – was trained in the same art of Zanbo Mugenjin, and was kind enough to complete Kouga’s own teachings.

[napsii]

Name: Ilia
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Race: Demigoddess

Appearance:

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Current Work: Hammer & Scythe of The Oracle

Place of Residence: Zealian Empire

Bio:

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Nobody knows who Ilia was. Known by many titles – the Invincible, the Annihilator, the Destroyer, Shadowfury – the young woman was first seen within the halcyon confines of the Oracle's temple, perched in solitude on the peak of the Empire's highest mountain. The temple shook with great force, as if an earthquake had struck the mountainside. Panicked, the priests flocked to the central chamber, whose ancient floors cracked under an eldritch pressure. The room turned cold, and there was a blinding flash of blue energy to the backdrop of a great, roaring heat unlike any other. At the center stood a young woman, cloaked in flames of neon blue. Her skin and her hair was pale, her eyes alight with not memory, but rather emotion. Her armor was black and flanged with many terrible spikes.

To the priests' eyes, she would be an implacable force of darkness – some unholy weapon of their detractors tasked with slaying them – but the draconic might of her armor spoke of places and things far beyond the terrestrial world. They stood, gawking at this amalgamation of creation and destruction, until the Oracle would intervene. This person was not but a girl, he would declare, she was a sister of Zeal himself who walked the face of this land as both dread and hope. She was born not from the womb, but rather the world incarnate. The essence of strength, given form with the blood of Zeal, in the body of a human. Shock flooded the room, almost as intense as the unnatural flames which licked at the cracked and charred floor. This young woman – Ilia – was expected as but a beast – a tool to be wielded.

But she was not. Her personality was strong, and her morals of intense conviction. But, though she showed a great and unnatural power, her mind seemed fixed around The Oracle: the one intelligence who in the world she now walked, seemed excused from the wrath her very soul seemed to have been forged from. He had created her with the very power of Zeal. She was an agent from the worlds beyond – from the almighty Titan, to both heal and cleanse. Her powers of destruction were great, and through them, one could reshape the land through the power of her unholy Rageflame. She was a great warrior dressed in the endless dark colors of evil, and yet in the smoldering ashes she stood, personifying rebirth – change. At The Oracle's suggestion, she would name herself Ilia. A name to bear a world's legacy.

Rumors spoke that on that particular day, a harsh storm of black clouds battered down on the lands below, only to break into a week of pure and yet unnatural sunshine. An omen, perhaps, of the changes to come. Ilia was a curiosity. Her body and mind was that of an adult, and yet her past was no more magnificent than that of a newborn child's. Her resilience and her skill in combat – wielding dark and unnatural weapons, and razing enemy after enemy with the great heat of her Rageflame – was nearly unmatched. Yet she possessed no discipline of the Empire's great and esteemed knights and servants. She was a loose cannon, and in any confrontation, seemed to harm her allies just as much as her enemies. The blood of Zeal, contained only by The Oracle's word. Some years later, after being sequestered in the The Oracle's great temple, Ilia would meet the public eye.

To some, she seemed unguided. Day after day, she would launch herself into the world's many battlefields by her lonesome, slaughtering soul after soul in an aggressive reach for victory over those The Oracle had deemed the enemy of the Empire. Ilia had no friend nor companion in battle. She trusted her victory to her weapons, and naught more: a one woman army. Months and years passed, and still Ilia seemed a curiosity. She never spoke of her past, nor her relationship with The Oracle – the only one who she ever seemed to have come close to. Ilia's lover was the battlefield itself; it was from this her reputation grew. Not as a great hero of war like the knights around her, but rather the silhouette one saw in their dreams – a great force of war that had no face – no personality -- amidst the flames.

It has been years since then, and Ilia still charges on. Never changing herself, always changing the world.

Side Notes: Ilia carries the blood of Zeal himself in her veins, but is still a human having been created by The Oracle. She is known by prestigious titles she has collected from battle, such as the Destroyer and Shadowfury. She does not seem to need to eat or drink, but does so regardless.

[thealchemist]

aw shit im not good with bios

[Thaedael]

Name: Deneb Crestfallen
Gender: Female
Age: 16*
Race: Harpy
Current Work: Story teller
Place of Residence: *

Appearance:

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Little over five feet, this small girl is of the harpy tribe. Her face is that of a fair lady, long red rowdy hair flowing out from her head, braided down the back to her shoulders length. Framed on all sides by her hair is a face, more human than the sum of her body parts, graced with deep purple eyes that shine with untold brilliance of youthful innocence and aspirations. Flowing down from her eyes is a simple hooked nose, ending in small pursed lips.

Her torso is that of a human, slowly giving way to the rough texture of bird like legs covered in dark brown feathers, ending in wicked sharp talons used for fighting and various other activities. Spreading from her shoulders where arms should be are the wings themselves, as long as she is tall, each, and of the same brown feathers. She is of frail composure, her body lithe and compact, as well as light, for that it is the fundamental basis of her flight.

She wears a simple brown leather bustier, a small piece of fabric that covers a her rib-cage and bust, with the bindings in the front. Her legs and crotch are bear, though in reality she is covered in the warm embrace of her feathers.

Bio: *

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Deneb is one with the wind, a harpy born aloft on wings of gold, hailing from the tribe of harpy that refuse to meddle in the ways of the other tribes. They nest along the highest peaks of mountains, their communities based in long extended families. All the rumors heard of the harpies are more often than not conjuncture or myth, for they seldom leave their ivory towers hidden behind the perpetual cloud covers. What is true however, is that they are indeed recluses, and that they have a strong honor system. Cast from her family at a young age over a simple misunderstanding, Deneb travels far and wide, her home being nothing more than the great big blue skies, and all that is found underneath them.

While she believes herself an avid story teller, scholar, and historian, she is just as timid, if not even more so, than the tribe from which she hails, avoiding crowds and travelers as much as possible.

[daxtinator396]

Well looks like I`ll have time to sit down and really make a CS tomorrow if Foxy will have me :3 and I think Thae either is trolling us or he got hacked x.x

[Lady Foxy]

@Thaedael, please remove your offensive/trolling post. You're a moderator and you're not setting up a good example. Sad face.

@Dax, you're free to join in, but are you up for the challenge? ;3 (Remember, no one liners! )

Note: Napsii has my permission to have the character she has.

[daxtinator396]

I`ve been MUCHHHH better about it so I think yes! plus you guys are cracking down on one liners and if I want to become a better writer I need to make better posts anyway :3 So I guess I should be thanking all of you guys for pushing me to become better with your a.azing stories!

[Sortaix]

Name: Sortaix Silent
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Race: Wolf
Work: Blacksmith
Place of Residence: Zeal Empire
Appearance:(Please work this time)

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And since that doesn't work, here is the link to the picture. http://media.photobucket.com/image/anth ... f.jpg?o=72

Bio:

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Sortaix was born into a blacksmith family. His father was a blacksmith, and so was his father, the rumor is that his family became blacksmith the day the blacksmith arts were discovered. However, even among the family of blacksmiths he was singularly talented. He would spend his days as a pup, watching his father make weapons, locks, armor, blades, etc... Sort made his first dagger in his early teens and liked the heat of the fires every day since. He quickly established himself as a smith of high caliber able to craft jewelry, weapons, work tools, or household items with ease. He accomplished this, shortly after returning from a pilgrimage to study under some of the greatest smiths in the world. All this study payed off however, as he soon left his home, and went out in search of a town where he could set up his own shop and begin to make his own living.

Side Notes:

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Sort has a brother named Daiden, who was a town guard until, he got caught doing some very bad things to a tiger woman. His brother held no interest in the blacksmith arts, just in the sword and shield. Daiden was a brute and a bully, causing Sort much grief when they were children. When they both got older, Daiden used to steal money from Sort to spend at the taverns and brothels, until Sort realised what was going on, and crafted the best lock he has ever made, before or after, to hide his own money, from his own brother. Daiden truly was a monster with no morals, no heart, and no remorse. He and Sort were close when they were young however, as they used to train together with the weapons Sort made until Sort realized what his brother truly was. Sort cut off all contact the day Daiden was caught and thrown in the prisons, and the day Daiden escaped, was the day Sort left for his pilgrimage. He didn't find out about his brother until he got back home five years later. When Sort left home, he did his best to put the memory of Daiden behind him, telling anyone who asks that he does not have a brother.

[Rooiehaan #2]

(under judgement, foxy check and see if ur down with it)

for this calls for something... FLEXIBLE! hohoho~ :3

Character Sheet:

Name: Sharlini (or any name others might give her)
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Race: Sharlini
Current Work: Unemployed housemaid.
Place of Residence: Zeal Empire.

Appearance:
She stands just over six feet tall, with wavy, butt-length green hair and dark green carapace covering her arms and legs, much like elbow-length gloves and thigh boots would. She has half a dozen dark green freckles on her cheeks, giving her an innocent and cute look, and her dark green eyes are framed by long beating eyelashes. Other then that, she's got a fresh, clear pale complexion and wears a sleeveless shirt reaching to her knees.

Inventory:
She is wearing a oversized dirty, cotton sleeveless shirt that acts as a dress and a book, called "The fine art of flora on display: a Manual for various flora and Sharlini", given to her when she departed with her previous master (to make sure her new master would take good care of her)

Bio: (Please make it interesting! *Doesn't need to be very long either.)

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Darling, as her new master called her, was once living a content enough life, living on the mountainside just above the Everday forests. She spend most of her days catching small critters, catching rays and making the usual trip to the local fresh water spring. This all changed when one day a Tiger noble stumbled across her on his quest for his very own Sharlini housemaid, and after a short formal greeting and a welcoming invitation, Darling was brought with him to his villa. There she learned the more refined etiquette, got outfitted with a cute maid outfit and found herself tending to her new master's wishes. She was content enough, until somehow her master lost a fortune and was forced to sell some of his more prized possessions to overcome his debt- including his villa. Her master lost a great deal that day, and was forced to continue his life as a commoner- including a commoner's pay, which wasn't enough to keep Darling around. With a broken heart her master said his goodbyes, and just like that Sharlini, no longer called Darling, was kicked out onto the streets.
Sharlini, now all on her own in an alien environment, is currently finding herself in a deadlock. on one hand she wishes to return to her mountainside, but she doesn't have the money to pay for such a long trip. then there are the commoners and the street thugs, who keep harassing her and making her life miserable. and other the other hand, are her skills. she knows how to be a maid, she knows how to perfectly serve tea and how to clean a house, but only rich folk can afford to feed her; rich folk who live in the rich folk district which is forbidden for homeless people like Sharlini to enter.
and thus, without any hope of a better life, Sharlini smiles at her tormentors, asks pretty please to the other bums who keep all the rainwater for themselves and laughs along when people make sick and perverted jokes about her; with pain in her heart only that her previous master has fallen from grace.

Side Notes:

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SHARLINI

History.
The Sharlini have since long been the sole guardians of the Everday Forest, a forest well-known for a rare, barely-leafed oak tree that allows more sunlight to penetrate through the foliage then other forests. This forest the Sharlini have made their home, not only because of this rare abundance of sunlight, but also for the various fresh water springs coming from the mountains above.
They were first encountered by the Tigers, who largely mistook them for living trees trees. At that time the Sharlini were not as socially gifted, and just stood about collecting sunlight. The tigers, intrigued by these strange, docile creatures started to 'uplift' them largely the same way they had once been uplifted, teaching the Sharlini how to converse and more. Since then the Sharlini have learned quite a bit even though they remain very docile and slightly dimwitted, but that doesn't keep the Tigers to remain interested. Many wealthy Tigers have taken Sharlini into their home, offering them places among their household staff as butlers and maids, enjoying their exotic looks and flexibility of body.

Social
The Sharlini are a very happy race. Content with any situation, smiling even after hurting themselves and forever having a positive outlook on things. Whether this is related to their low IQ or their photosynthesis is unknown, but they do have a refreshing outlook on things. They are always kinds, easy-going and humble, and even though many of them have been given names they only refer to themselves as Sharlini. After the uplifting by the Tigers there are three major Sharlini sub-classes: First, there are those that dwell the mountain, the more 'savage' individuals which thrive off the mountainous fresh springs which gives them a very clear complexion. Second, the forest Sharlini who live their life barely even moving, either standing on the ground or with their carapace limbs dug into the bark of a tree a few paces off the ground. They either drink from little streams, puddles left by the rain or the sap from trees, and are the ones originally found by the Tigers. And lastly, the fortunate members who have been taken back to the city by the Tigers and who live their lives either as maidservants and butlers or as living decoration for the more wealthy members of society. They are highly sought after for their bodily flexibility, their low cost of upkeep and their willingness to do almost any task.
Because of this, many new trends have developed regarding these individuals. Cute maid and butler outfits for one, especially designed to accentuate their flexibility as well as leaving their carapace limbs uncovered. Other then clothing, many books detailing the correct way to treat a Sharlini and how to keep them healthy have been introduced. titles like 'Sharlini and botanical gardens: Tips and Tricks' have become fairly common on today's market. Other new trends are collars with little bells on them, pull-rope systems to call for your Sharlini servants who are standing outside basking in the sun, greenhouses to keep them healthy and many different flasks of wellspring water to give them a more shiny complexion.
If anything, the Sharlini have grown from a race to a household appliance, sometimes even as living decorations. But, by the worlds of a certain Sharlini: "Oh, thats okay."

Nutrition
One of the most intriguing aspects of a Sharlini is its diet. A Sharlini needs a multitude of liters of water a day, at least five, and uses this to create their own sugars by combining the water with sunlight. Their green hair, Green carapace and dark green freckles all catch sunlight, and without it they would no doubt starve. Many Sharlini however, especially the more 'savage' mountainous species, have been seen hunting and killing small rodents as well as digging up roots in the ground. It seems that these small bites serve as additional nutrition, much like a carnivorous plant kills insects to add it to their diet.
When in direct sunlight for an extended period of time, Sharlini are found to become more energetic. this increases with more solar power, up until the point where they run around aimlessly until they exhaust their water supply and die of dehydration.
When out of direct sunlight for an extended period of time, locked in the shadow or kept indoors for instance, a Sharlini can become quite the opposite. without the sun to give them energy, they will either be tired very fast or grow extremely lazy. One method of countering this is by feeding them honey, syrup or other (semi-)liquid substances with plenty of sugars. Milk has also been found to be quite effective.

Professor Ruben's notes:
The race of Sharlini is hard to place. At a first glance a Sharlini, either male or female, looks remarkable human -the only two things giving them away are their green hair and the green chitin covering their arms and legs. Two things which Sharlini are very good at hiding from view, when needed.
More in-depth studies have shown that the Sharlini are a very exotic mammal race. while they have insect-like chitin replacing the bone structure in their arms and legs, they are not insectile. and while they have green hair, green chitin and on occasion, dark green frickles, all indicating a prominent existence of chloroplasts, they are no plants. and while they look it for the most part, they are not entirely human either. They are a strange mix of these three, odd enough. using the carapache to dig in the earth as well as protection like an insect, using the chloroplast in their bodies to make their own sugars like plants and having the more 'sophisticated' movement and body structure of humans, these nimble mammals have lived in the forests surrounding lake Shaki for centuries.
Recent anatomic studies on Sharlini have brought three remarkable facts to light: For one, the Sharlini have an aptitude for vimpiricy. Most knew that the Sharlini need only drink mineral-rich liquids for their survival, but not until one of our gracious donations brought light to their internal systems did anyone believe their bodies can suffice with almost any liquid substance- including blood. Aside that astounding fact, the Sharlini also have a snake-like spine (which wasn't known before) that explains their flexibility and finally, our donations proved that they have an altered digestive system. for males the 'human' system still applies but females, the more prominent gender (by 65%), have not only their oral and anal cavities linked to their stomach, but their vaginal cavities as well- actually allowing them to feed on surplus inserted semen injected into their vaginal cavities when the situation is dire. it shouldn't be strange that the Sharlini, once highly praised for their exotic looks flexibility, have fallen from grace and have been awarded nicknames such as 'vampire' and, especially female Sharlini; 'succubus'.

[Thaedael]

@Thaedael, please remove your offensive/trolling post. You're a moderator and you're not setting up a good example. Sad face.

@Dax, you're free to join in, but are you up for the challenge? ;3 (Remember, no one liners! )

Note: Napsii has my permission to have the character she has.

I am being serious. Why are you singling me out.

[Lady Foxy]

@Rooie, I'll keep the idea of the 'Sharlini' race in mind, expect an answer soon! :3

@Sortaix, your picture does not show up and opening the image in another tab won't work either. :/ Fix it? Anyhow, your character sheet looks good! Is your character still out there, out of the Empire?

@Thaedael, I see you edited it where it turns out to be a more serious character sheet. And I singled you out because you had posted the word troll in two places and numerous 'not-serious' words in other. You bad moderator, you!

@Dax, Oh? I hope you keep getting better as a writer then! :3! Hopefully this thread will cause a spark in your curiosity, eh? ^^

[daxtinator396]

Name: Dax Sierra
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Race: Common Neko
Current Work: Traveling Mercenary.
Place of Residence:Zeal Empire (Has no home due to wanderlust)

Appearance:

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Bio: Dax was born in one of the larger cities of the Zeal empire and from a young age never enjoyed the busy city life. He longed to wander the world and see wonderful sights and hear the beuatiful sounds of nature. He wanted to discover new things, new people but most of all Dax wanted was to help out. Always the runt of the family he was often pushed away when things needed to get done becuase it was "too hard for you little one" they always said. He grew tired of it and left wearing a collar given him by his mother saying,"Let it always remind you of us." He never forgot them and he still loves his family deeply but they didn't need him anymore and there were others in need of it. He trained hard in the art of Shield and Sword and became a wandering Merc to sate both his wanderlust and desire to help those in need, sleeping under the stars and making his living through his mercenary work.
Side Notes: Dax has a strong love of children especially small ones, as he still remembers being told you can't alot as a child. He will often go out of his way to make them laugh and feel tall, big, and strong.
(Belive it or not I actually started roleplaying becuase I like writing. I'm no author but I do write short stories for fun in my free time which isn't much anymore x.x)

[Lady Foxy]

Alright, all I need is to make final adjustments to some people's character sheets or two and all is fired up to start! :3

[Sortaix]

I edited my post, I can't ever get the photobucket pictures to work.

And my Char is wandering around on the borders of the Empire, looking for a place to set up shop. He is driving a wagon with all the various stuff he needs to smith... stuff.

[thealchemist]

Name: Rachel Silverwing
Gender: Futa
Age: 22
Race: Dargon anthro (dracon)
Current Work: Diplomant
Place of Residence: Tribes
Bio: Rachel was hatched among a tribe that was composed of other herms whom were thrown out of the main dracon tribes. At the age of seven her mother was raped and by eight, both her parents commited suicide and attempted to drag Rachel along with them. However Rachel was saved by a poor neko who had become her landing pad. Suffering a few broken bones, the neko healed Rachel to health before returning her to her tribe. This has given Rachel a deep respect(and fetish) for their kind. Growing up to become a succesful diplomant in her tribe, her humble beginings has made Rachel into an uncorrupt diplomant. Known infamously among the main draconian tribes as a sad excuse for a diplomant, Rachel is currently trying to demolish the predjudice towards her gender as well as establishing peace with other tribes.
Appearance: Standing at 5'8", Rachel has a humanoid body with a grey scale covering. Her silver wingskins stretched and joined the fingers of her 5' wingspan. Rachels eyes are golden in color as well as the four 3" spikes at the end of her 4' long tail.

[daxtinator396]

So how was my char Lady Foxy? And I love that kitty

[thealchemist]

that was the best bio i have ever done. sniff.....i feel so proud