Jerry’s Comments (group member since Apr 14, 2019)

Jerry’s comments from the indomitable group.

Levon was always surprised by Emori, for she was unlike anyone else he has ever met. Since joining him in their efforts to help the public with their medical prowess, she has simply flowered. He simply stared at her as she spoke -- rambled maybe just a little bit -- and his eyes flit from hers to the various vials and medical plants that she has been showing.

After a moment he realized she was waiting for him to speak and flushed, scratching at the back of his neck, embarrassed. "Ah, I mean," he put his elbows on the table, leaning in with a slight smile, "you are an excellent alchemist, botanist, and otherwise. I'm simply astonished at your ability." After a moment he pulled back, blinking wildly, "Oh! I mean! Is!" He stammered for a moment, "I will work on the quinsy case, I was just curious if you had come to any form of a breakthrough in the case."

Levon was about to say something else, running a scarred fingertip around the rim of the leech jar until his eyes caught something out the window that made him stiffen and jump to his feet, "Was zur Hölle? Emori, look." He pointed outside, where shadows were cast along the street, the light behind the figures flickering like a flame as the shadows ran from it.

"I- We need to help. Grab gloves, bandages, uh-" he was stammering once again, eyes wide and searching the tabletop, "aloe vera. I think there's a fire."

(GODS I'M SO SORRY FOR DISAPPEARING SCHOOL MURDERERED ME)

Ducking out of the small room just barely large enough for a small cot is a familiar dark-haired doctor with bleary, tired eyes and wrinkled clothing as if he had simply slept with them on. Stiffly lumbering into the main room, he finished wrapping a thin layer of bandages over his hands if only to obscure the extent of his injuries.

With a wide yawn, he squinted out a small window at the sun setting over the houses of the village -- some ransacked and abandoned, others full with families too large for their living situation -- and finally his eyes settled on a young messy girl with flyaway brown hair and faint splatters of paint adjourning wrinkled clothes, and he suddenly smiled, ducking his head in greeting to another doctor before venturing onwards to lean over Emori's shoulder, looking down at the heavy tome.

She skimmed a knife up the length of a branch of aloe vera before her knife caught in the thick knot in the vine, jolting for just a moment before it nearly flew into her thumb bracing the herb. His hand flew down then, catching her wrist just before she was able to hurt herself, before chuckling warmly.

"Careful now! Don't want to cut yourself, especially with a knife that was just slicing medical plants, Liebling." After a moment he patted the back of her hand with a gentle fondness only reserved for someone like her, someone he considered a dear friend.

He pulled up a chair next to her at the wide desk, quickly glancing at the flickering candle before reaching for a jar of wriggling black leeches labeled "Blutegel" in his elegant, looping handwriting.

"Have you discovered anything that may be able to help with the resurgence of quinsy cases, then? I have found that people find our current methods of treating it as ah," he looked off to the side, almost sheepish, "unethical."

Love and Sacrifice (Kura~) wrote: "No, no, no, I find it incredibly fascinating. There's no need to fret. I'm glad someone else has it in mind, since there's this whole serpent-based race that I'm making in the Magical Creature Inde..."

Well, that's good then! I guess her backstory makes extra sense in the world, I was concerned that she would be turned down because it was an all-human world.

Love and Sacrifice (Kura~) wrote: "Ohmalordy, how did you know there was a serpent king in this story? xD"

I... I really didn't lmaooo. I got inspired by a deck of snake tarot cards, I honestly didn't mean to uh, nab one of your established characters oops

jellybean wrote: "Faust is approved! And yes, I'll make her a royal tutor place. :)"

Thank yooooou! I love Faust lol

Name: Faust Kashaw Idris

Age: 28

Gender: Female.

Sexuality: Unsure. (can be influenced by story)

Side*: Rebel, pretends to be a part of the king's legion.

Rank/Occupancy: Royal Tutor (could that be a thing?)

Appearance -
Height: She is 5’2”

Body type: She has nice curves in her hips and legs, but she has a narrow upper-body. Her legs are very muscled from travel, and her arms are toned.

Skin: Her skin is a light brown and tan from the sun.

Eyes: Her eyes are a light amber and if you look close enough you can see that her irises are, strangely enough, slits much like the eyes of a snake.

Hair: Her hair is a light blonde, nearly silver, and extremely wild and nearly down to her waist. She tries to tie it back with various colorful pieces of cloth, but it’s nearly untameable at this point.

Appearance Description: Harsh is a good word to describe her appearance. At first glance, you could imagine a stoic, strict woman with strong ideas and maybe even a bitchy attitude, but when you see more of her, you can see past her appearance and see the warmth in her eyes. Her eyes are slanted with heavy lids and lashes and her eyebrows are few shades darker than her hair. Her nose is pointed, nearly hiding the fact that she was blessed with shapely lips often pulled into a disapproving pout. Freckles splatter her body and her face, down her shoulders and on any exposed skin.

Clothing: She wears velvet, rich clothing that hangs from her body and provides protection from the heat. She’s clearly foreign and makes no effort to blend in, especially when her jewelry and clothes appear to be from a rich walk of life. She also doesn’t wear shoes often, unless the situation requires them.

Personality: She appears very serious because of her chronic resting bitch face, but ultimately she’s a rather bubbly, happy person. She is very good at reading people’s moods and can be very good at reading deception, often finding ways to speak to people through body language.

History: She is from a large noble family of magicians who often resorted to lowly tricks and deception to get ahead, often making “predictions” and fixing the results. Faust, fifth born and was considered their only “son.” That quickly was ditched when she became old enough to sneak into her sister’s room and steal her dresses. Her family had a tense relationship with her because of it, but they didn’t outright despise her because of it but pushed her to “reconsider” so the family could have an heir. And so she figured out the only way that she could truly be free was through her studies and eventually, she packed up her stuff and swiped several family heirlooms from the armory and joined the army under a false last name. She soon deserted the army when she was blinded by an enemy and was left to wander the world with her trusty tarot deck.

Family Tree: Ilario (Father), Severine (Mother), Izar (Sister), Rowan (Sister), Nadia (Sister), Arliss (Sister.)

Relationship Status: Single.

Other: Her eyes are magical due to a powerful patron came to her tarot card booth in the city and allowed her to read his fortune, of course, she lied about what the cards actually said in hopes of getting a large tip. He soon noticed that she was blind and from a mixture of pity and awe -- how can someone be so attuned to what the cards say despite losing a sense -- he granted her the power of a serpent’s gaze which allows her to see the moods and magical potential of a person. When she gazed upon the elderly man, instead of a frail homeless man, she saw a mighty serpent with gold draped across his scales. She was obsessed with him and got his visage tattooed.

Her power: “The Eyes of The Serpent King:” her vision isn’t 20/20, and instead of clear vision she sees a hazy outline of each person. This allows her to see their aura and feelings/magical potential. Though it isn’t always clear exactly what they’re feeling each time because the colors often meddle together until they’re nearly unrecognizable, but it gives her a sense of what they look like.

Her Weapon: She has a staff strapped to her back and if you press a button on the side, blades on each side pop out. This was her mother’s weapon and the sole reason why she survived in war.

Xwft (lacking inspiration, finding it hard to write, sorry!)) wrote: "Ok sweet!!! I was thinking it would be fun them to being they are very similar and depending on the reach and rules of his power it might cause some fun drama. I'll have to make up her bio but i'll..."

I'm excited now! Just message me when you're done so I can check out her bio. ^^

-Jerry

Xwft (lacking inspiration, finding it hard to write, sorry!)) wrote: "Hmmmmm ok. well it depends if you want to pair a slightly nutty assassin with him or not lol. She's very blunt and straight to the point and not one to accept help of any kind and is extremely agai..."

I think Emori sounds pretty cool! I definitely think Lev would find her interesting, especially because she has the same situation as him.

Xwft (lacking inspiration, finding it hard to write, sorry!)) wrote: "Ooooo I love the sound of him!!!! ((He reminds me of a character from a book)) So if you want I would 100% be down for a Rp. I have two girls Eurus my royal spy and Bella my slightly nuts assassin ..."

I honestly don't mind whichever character you play! I'm just glad that you responded to my request!

Hey y'all. I have one (1) very good son/boy named Levon and he's very good. He's a doctor with a strange, nearly debilitating power and a martyr complex bigger than xandra itself. He's bisexual (if you want a romantic rp ;)) but despite his rough past he's nice to talk to.

yeah i do too lmaooooo.

  template creator ⇝ solanine, do not use without permission.

⟞identity⟝

name ⇝ Levon Leofric Ermintrude
(view spoiler)[meanings: optional (hide spoiler)] Levon: Lion, Leofric: Dear power, Ermintrude: Ultimate Strength.
nickname/alias ⇝ Levon is not the name he was born with! ;0
age ⇝ 27
gender ⇝ Male
Sexuality ⇝ Bisexual (prefers women)
affiliation ⇝ Neutral (leaning towards the king)
occupation ⇝ Healer/Doctor

⟞appearance⟝

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hair ⇝ Black with streaks of grey towards his temples.
eyes ⇝ A very light blue with streaks of grey. 
skin ⇝ A nice tan, almost orange in tint?
height ⇝ 6’0”
Looks (no faceclaim yet, sorry) ⇝ Lev has short black hair often tied up with a white cloth during surgery and light blue eyes that almost seem to glow with this internal flame, and fairly tan skin. He has rough, scarred skin over his neck and up his chin, though it is often hidden by a thick layer of bandages and a woven scarf with singed ends. He wears a long red jacket with golden decorations, a deep maroon top with various sewn patches over tears, and dark slacks with a small medical kit strapped to his thigh. He is noted to have a tall, frail frame and awkward, nearly gawky proportions. 
build ⇝ The boy isn’t thicc at all. He has almost a sickly frame, with thin proportions. It’s almost like he doesn’t eat much. 
scars ⇝ His body is 42% scar tissue at this point. Most of them are neat, almost surgical scars throughout his body -- his torso, his arms, his legs. Throughout that are patches of burn scars primarily on his upper torso and arms/hands. Most of them are hidden under bandages and clothing.

⟞personality⟝

 


flaws ⇝ Lacks social skills, a total martyr, Blunt, Fanatical -- he’s always obsessing over something, Perfectionist, extremely scared of fire.
virtues ⇝ Intelligent, well-read, Perfectionist, Focused, selfless
skills ⇝ A very good artist (mostly with human anatomy), a damn good doctor and scientist, sewing and structuring, bedside manner, sharp memory. 

⟞brief history⟝


There are many things Levon would prefer to forget. Maybe it’s the feeling of flames licking up your legs as you stand in the middle of what used to be your childhood home, or maybe it’s the smell of your parent’s flesh as they burn in your older sister’s bed. She was sick and so they joined her to comfort her. That’s a detail he likes to remember. His father and mother were kind like that. Unfortunately the last details he remembers of them was their charred remains clutching his sister, Freya, in their last moments alive. 

He would also like to forget the fact that he caused this. His younger brother was screaming as blisters and welts overwhelmed his young body and Levon remembers pressing his hands to the wounds and screaming as they spread to his body as well. Sadly, it simply wasn’t enough and he lost his strength, ripping his clawed, charred fingers from his brother’s arm and passing out. He woke up alone in the remains of his village with a cold corpse next to him, eyes blank and forever staring at the sky. 

So, he knew from then on that something was different with him. Saviors, healers in white clothes with masks over their face, people who loaded him and the meager survivors on carts and brought them to a city with towering buildings and a eager populace lined on the sidewalks, watching him scream as they scraped the black, dead skin from his hands and legs.

It was a miracle he survived, it seemed, and he managed to befriend one doctor. Dr. Summer Idriss, and he could remember how she sat at his bedside, her kindly face lined with wrinkles from both stress and age, and flipped through books to read to him, urging him to speak to them other than apologizes for something they claimed wasn’t his fault. She went to turn a page of the book when the paper cut her and she recoiled with a hiss, suddenly with a speed he had yet to show in his recovery, he grabbed the injury and took it from her, leaving behind a drop of blood on the tip of her finger. 

From then she trained him to be a doctor until age and plague caught up with her and she left him, knowing that he would try to absorb the sickness if only to save her. 

 

 
⟞other information⟝


 
trusted ⇝ Unsure.
untrusted ⇝ Unsure.
weapons ⇝ He has a small machete attached to his side from his various travels and he swears to his life that the rust coating the blade makes it better in battle. He also keeps a small thing of surgical equipment on him, I.E. Scalpels and other various tools, which could very easily be used as a weapon in a pinch.