{Important PDF Addressing Lore} Keep in mind that the time period for Olinkai Serenity is several years after the timeline ends for this PDF. The document was originally created for a different RP known as Elements.
(because they are required, sometimes… I guess… FOLLOW THEM!)
Spoiler: Rules as Written by the Almighty Ru
Have fun, man! What’s the point if we’re not having fun?!
Whatever I say goes — no exceptions. The GM is god after all, mwahahahaha.
Do I really have to say follow RPA rules? It’s kind of sad if y’all haven’t figured that bit out yet.
This is a fantasy roleplay and I don’t mind there being fantasy races, however… I have limitations. You CANNOT play a race that has its own powers, i.e. you cannot play a race that has telekinesis and be a fire student.
Depending on what it is, I might allow you to be a race with an ability if you choose to be an elemental student of those abilities. So, if you play a race with telekinesis and choose to be a psychic student, then I might accept it… again, depending on what the fuck it is.
Races with no other special abilities are fine. Otherwise, you will need to PM me and get permission to play the race. Safest best? Be a fuckin’ human, man. You’re already getting magical powers anyway.
There will be races of all sorts, certainly, but only the GM gets to play races that go against this rule. This is to avoid OP characters.
If you ignore this rule, I will kindly tell you to fuck off in the most polite way possible. It means ya didn’t even bother reading my rules. Don’t be a lazy ass. Be a smart ass
This RP is rated M, R, Ru… ya know, whatever letter ya wanna slap onto a mature themed roleplay. If you cannot handle that then, quite simply, do not join. It’s labeled Mature for a reason (...that being that Ru really likes to cuss... ).
This RP is semi-literate to literate when it comes to typical RPing literacy ratings. This means I expect at least three paragraphs per post; and the posts must contain proper spelling and grammar.
It’s whatever if occasionally you do something shorter but I find nothing more demotivating than to make an eloquent post only to receive a pathetic response in return. I wanna be inspired. I wanna be dying for the next reply! LET’S KEEP AWESOME ROLEPLAYING ALIVE!
All players are students of the school, unless otherwise stated. I’d prefer this to ensure ease in plot development and whatnot. Ya know, I got plans and shit… eventually. Maybe.
Thoroughly read before sending me any questions. I absolutely hate getting questions that could have easily been resolved if the person had simply read what I wrote down in the first place. This is especially the case when you are looking for me to accept something… I am far less likely to accept it if it’s clear you didn’t bother reading all of the massive text blocks I so carefully and lovingly typed to dry your eyes out. Come on, man. Have a heart.
I will not accept any overpowered or god-moding characters. If you need this explained to you, you are in the wrong place.
Do not post in the IC until you are accepted in the OOC.
ONLY THE GM CAN TIMESKIP. I don’t mind if it fits in with the time of what’s going on (i.e. you describe your character waking up then skip to him being in class since all of the other characters are already in class). If I see someone going, “Next day!” I will permanently remove you from this RP.
DO NOT MESS UP THE CODING IN THE CHARACTER SHEET, PLEASE. I am VERY anal retentive and will not approve your sheet if the coding is not how it is supposed to be, even if everything else is perfect. Indulge me. Be nice to my coding, please.
If there’s an element you wanna be that isn’t listed, then hit me up. I might’ve missed one. No biggie. If I say no, though, ya gotta accept that. I will not accept anything OP like time.
Suggestions? Lemme know! I’m not opposed to them.
Got plot ideas? Hit me up! I like adding in player flairs into my roleplays. It’s more fun when we personalize the fuck out of this shit. So, why not? Just nothing lame like the later Supernatural seasons, please.
This isn’t first come first serve. I don’t mind there being multiples of each element, though it’d be nice to at least have one of each.
I don’t mind you playing multiple characters but no going overboard. 2-3 — max. Only I, the amazing GM and controller of NPCs, may exceed this limit.
If you read and understand these rules, then put a picture of Cat Noir from Miraculous Ladybug in your reply to this topic. Not in your character sheet but in a reply to the OOC topic. He’s adorable as fuck. You can also put Luciel or Yoosung from Mystic Messenger, if you prefer. Any of these cute boys are more than acceptable. Even better if it’s a gif, namely a funny or stupid adorable one.
I can add to these rules whenever the fuck I want. If you know me at all, you know I’m notorious for having an obnoxious amount of rules in my roleplays. I assure you, the roleplay is worth all of the asinine amounts of reading I force down your throats.
This RP is meant to be lighthearted, if my off the wall descriptions don’t already imply this.
Spoiler: Everything You Need to Know & Didn't Give a Shit About Knowing
Many moons ago, long before my awesomeness graced your presence, Kai Mine founded this luxurious establishment you now attend. With the help of his companion, High Priest Musho Misaki, they created an enormous barrier shielding Olinkai Serenity from the rest of the land. This invisible force field allows for us to see the vast blueness that is the sky and all those trees surrounding us, but prevents any intruders from coming inside.
Intruders are mostly curious buggers who desperately want to sneak a peek inside this place but, who knows, maybe some whackjob will try to come in all hack and slash one day. Boy, would that make this place a lot less boring! Haha.
Anyway, only those who have been “marked” can come in. Invisible thing. I can assure you, if you are in here, you are marked.
If you were wondering about the landscape… you can place blame for the beauty on our founder. Kai Mine is an earth elemental with an attunity to plants, mostly. So, lush green fields, shit ton of tall ass trees, bunch of flowers — the works. The rest he had others in the faculty help put together. Water elemental for all the pristine lakes, blah blah blah. Most of it was created with the help of other elementals, if ya didn’t catch that. The exception being the buildings. Made by elementals, sure, but created with architectural abilities rather than wielding the earth in an anal retentive fashion.
None of the students, including myself, know exactly where we are. Seriously, though, when you are going to a magical school and getting away from the mundane… Do you really give two shits where you are? It’s not even hard for students to get in and out.
Exit the barrier and you appear wherever you were thinking of, unless it’s another place with a barrier. That’s a bit harder. Double tap your patch and BAM! You’re back in. Simple.
Olinkai Serenity is like most schools, except now you are also taking elemental focused courses. That’s right, kiddos, y’all aren’t getting out of gen ed! Classes are roughly 30 minutes long, unless you ditch.
Meals are served in the cafeteria with lunch occurring for 30 minutes around noonish. Breakfast and dinner are on you to attend. First come, first serve! Breakfast opens up at 6:30AM, sharp, and closes at 7:55AM. Dinner starts at 5PM and goes on until 9PM, when the cafeteria is closed. Slim-pickin’s if you come in that late, though. Kind of not worth it.
There are no grades. Each student goes to classes based on their own innate abilities, including general education classes.
Invitations to the academy happen immediately, usually. There are special circumstances which may result in a letter or email being sent out before a staff appearance. So, show a sign of power and BAM! off to boarding school.
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[INDENT][b]DOB; Age[/b]: Anywhere from 16 and up; preferably adults, though. If ya couldn’t guess, this goes into college, more or less.
[b]Race[/b]: Typically human. If you are playing another race then you MUST PM me for permission prior to submitting your character. Unless it’s an elf or something with no extra magical abilities.
[b]Elemental Affinity[/b]: Sound, fire, electric, air, water, ice, psychic, light, dark, or earth. You can only belong to one.
[b]Sexuality[/b]: What are ya into?
[b]Appearance[/b]: You may supply an image if you would like, but no matter what I want a description of your character’s looks.
[b]Personality[/b]: What is your character like? Sarcastic? Sassy? Timid? Tell me about them. Minimum of two paragraphs.
[b]How Long Have You Been at this School?[/b]: Anywhere from just arrived to X amount of years. You can be an adult and just arrive here.
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Meet your lovely affinity mentors! All of the teachers, staff, etc. of Olinkai Serenity. If I ever give myself some free time, I might make character sheets for them hence leaving links buuuut... presently the links lead to pictures.
Spoiler: Staff Information
Spoiler: MEET THE STAFF
I'm working on collecting pictures for the staff in Olinkai Serenity so people can get an idea for looks. Maybe someday I'll draw them again.
Doubtful.
Kai Mine
Kai Mine [mee-nay] is the founder of Olinkai Serenity belonging to the Earth affinity. His abilities allow him to manipulate plants and the likes to his will. Race belonging to the Forest Elves. He was once considered a Speaker of Mother Nature by his people who believed anyone with his powers were chosen as such.
This was prior to people discovering that it is linked somewhere in their genes. However, that's an entirely different story.
He is very kind-hearted and tends to hire on strict staff to be around him in case he is being too lenient — which is rather common.
Kyoko Skai
Kyoko Skai. Sadly, I cannot find good pictures to represent him that also have wings and just... guh, I gave up. This one works perfectly fine. Just, ya know, imagine bat wings.
Kyoko belongs to the Psychic affinity. He is an alumni of OS and has recently been hired on as a staff member.
He is a bat demon. All this really means is he has bat wings, fangs, dark vision, and prefers nighttime.
Sly
Pictures for this I'm still torn on and will likely change her again and again.
Representative for the Sound dorms is the mysterious Sly/Ghost. Most on staff call her Sly, though she has received many names ever since she accidentally stumbled upon this planet. The exact date she no longer recalls.
The Forest of Sly was named after her when residents noticed what they thought was a spirit roaming around the forest. All they managed to catch a glimpse of was a girl with long, flowing hair and dress both were white. Her skin so pale it was easy to assume she was merely a ghost. It was true that she was protecting the forest. Eventually being deemed its official guardian by the Goddess of Creation.
Race is unknown and she doesn't care to figure it out. Being herself is enough for her. Sometimes she wonders about returning home until she recalls why she wound up here in the first place.
She has become a mentor for many in her long years here, including Kai Mine. Her calm demeanor allowing for her to see the bigger picture quicker than most.
Despite her age, she appears nothing more than a frail child.
Her sound abilities allow for her to silence, removing all of the sound around her.
Daichi
This is Daichi the kitsune.
His affinity is fire. Aside from this, thanks to being a kitsune, he is able to shapeshift.
Daichi is quite the trickster and is probably going to get along with Rufio swimmingly. There is a rather long history to him but I rather leave that closed, in case it shows in the RP.
I will mention that, prior to settling down for the life of a meager OS staff, he was quite the famed treasure hunter in his day.
Jos Milerwak Sertheon
Representing Dark.
Alex
Representing Light and is OS's head chef.
Reggie
Temporary picture. I have one floating around somewhere.
She's electric.
Lamonte Misaki
I might change his picture. Having issues finding what I want.
He's going to be the Earth mentor.
Crim Osman
Represents Air.
Odsiu Raslk D'Anot
Represents Water.
Beau Rynn Lombardi
Represents Ice.
Spoiler: More About the Staff
ABOUT STAFF: TO HALP E'RYBODY
Obviously, all staff will look new to you if you are one of the few new students, however... most of you opted to play students who have been here awhile! And... I didn't really point out who all has been here for awhile and who just became a teacher.
ALEX
He is not new to the school but only recently became the Light Dormitories Master. Prior to this, he was purely the school's head chef. Rumors are floating around about him being a cannibal, a killer, etc. which he will not deny but doesn't exactly go, "FUCK YES I AM" to. If it's not obvious by his speeches, he revels in the drama of it.
Of the staff, he's likely the only one that everyone has spoken to at least once. He adores harassing students too much to not have spoken to them during meal hours.
He may have been here longer than Rufio, potentially. Sooo, yes, anyone who isn't new would definitely know him, at least by rumors.
RYNN
She is brand spankin' new as of this year and is now the Mistress of the Ice Dormitories. It's plausible to have seen her around during the summer time as she was getting used to everything. Her family name is well-known is high standing circles thanks to the Lombardis being rather wealthy and supposedly the head of a crime organization, which she'll simply grin widely at if questioned.
Similar to Alex, there are deadly rumors floating around about her. She's mostly know for her lewd obscenities.
REGGIE
She has been around for awhile so all electric students would know her. Many have seen her darting around in a similar fashion to today. Reggie only stops to talk if it's of importance, namely to her electric pupils. She talks hella fast and will not slow down for anyone. If you aren't an electric student, you at least have seen that yellow flash bolting around but whether or not you have spoken to her is another story.
... She does have a last name... which I'll find before having her come say hello to everyone lmao. Her name is actually quite the obnoxious one.
KYOKO SKAI
As I mentioned in the IC, he has been around awhile. For being a teacher for psychic, it's probably only been a few years. Prior to that, he was a top student many years ago to where only students who have been there a long time would really know. After that he was a reoccuring alumni that volunteered for events, usually to scare off students and whatnot.
So, either way, you'd likely know him or of him.
LAMONTE MISAKI
Brand fuckin' new this year! Though, he was mentored by Kai Mine himself, he did not properly attend the school. It's plausible to have seen him around but he did a quick wave dealio before scurrying off. He was quite busy with something rather important that I haven't decided if it'll be introduced in this RP or not. Kyoko was involved too. Anywho.
He just started this year as the Master of the Earth Dormitories.
ODD
Odsiu is relatively new as well for the same reasons as Lamonte, minus training by Kai. She took over the Water Dorms this year.
DAICHI
He has been around for fuckin' ever. It's plausible you've even conversated with him. He's kind of like an older version of Rufio who is muuuuuch wiser, more wise-cracky, and can shapeshift to his heart's desire. He's Master of the Fire Dormitories and loves the shit out of Rufio, haha. It's like a mini him! WHY WOULDN'T HE?
SLY
She's one that is impossible to not know of but is unlikely you ever spoken to her. She's usually somewhere high up looking down on the students. The rumors of her being a ghost precede her, even in the school. Many do not realize she is Mistress of the Sound Dormitories or that she's likely the only staff that can influences Kai's decision without argument. There is no other staff member he respects more.
However, without being a sound student, as said, ya probably think she's a ghostie goo.
CRIM OSMAN
He's been around awhile, though he has poofed on occasion. Very talkative and loves interacting with the students. No way you haven't at least seen him flying around. All Air students would know him well. He loves connecting one x one with his pupils.
SERTHEON Mistress of the Dark Dormitories. She has also been there for a long ass fuckin' time. Whether you've had a legit conversation with her is questionable, however. She has been seen flying around in her dragon form, which is a long, slender sort of Chinese type dragon with purple scales.
KAI MINE
... I think it's kind of fuckin' obvious everyone should at least know his name... Kind of the Founder, y'all.
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Appearance: Harry spends almost all of his time - other than when he sleeps - in his blue class jacket, though he has covered it in multiple metal crosses and buttons (most noticeably the two 'AC' and 'DC' cufflinks upon the cuffs of his jacket) for his own personal taste. This however is the only part of the school Uniform that he wears, finding the rest of it relatively tasteless. Underneath the Jacket sits a tight fitting, double-coloured shirt - usually darting between blue and burgundy or blue and grey - complete with a turtle-neck like feature that reaches up towards his face. Upon his long legs rests a pair of not-too-baggy and not-too-tight grey jeans, rolled up towards Harry's trainers due to their length - though they are scuffed slightly on the hem just beneath the noticeable rolls of the trousers. Upon his feet sit a pair of green and black trainer socks covered with pictures of hearts and tear-shaped water-droplets, covered up with a set of tan formal shoes of faux-leather that click when he walks (if he treads heavily).
Upon his wrists sit multiple festival entry bands, some of them so old that they are beginning to fray and blacken. There is also what looks to be a band of taped-up Orbeez upon his left wrist, joining the festival entry bands upon that side. On his left earlobe rests a raindrop-shaped rose-gold piercing, no bigger than the top of a pin.
His hair is always left long and flowing, and is usually coloured some mix of purple and blue. His lips are often stained blue by the amount of blueberries and blackberries that he eats - as they are his favourite snacks - but he wears no sort of makeup or aesthetic improvements. Upon his face sits a blue tattoo that traces its way down the left side of his face all the way down to his chin, shifting over his eyelid in a wild, almost tribal-tattoo likeness. His nose is angular yet not unattractively so, whilst his chin is shaped similarly - if anything his chin is a near-perfect shape, not to sharp yet still strong. His eyes are a deep blue, blackening around the edges like the summit of the depths of the ocean.
He is almost always grinning, and when he is not it is a telltale sign for something being wrong with him.
He is always carrying around a white and blue guitar, as it is the best way to utilise his power.
Personality: Harry spends much of his time lazing around in the corner of the classroom tampering with his guitar. His grin is almost always plastered over his face and he finds great amusement in his powers - describing that he can make the water 'dance' - and the reactions of others to said powers. His humour could be described as both bombastic and sarcastic as Harry enjoys revelling in - what even he admits is - stupid humour whilst utilising Sarcasm throughout almost all of his conversations.
He is relatively easy to talk to, as he is usually in a cheerful mood, though when he is upset or angry he is very difficult to reason with and in these states it can be almost like talking to a brick wall. He finds it very hard to follow the rules and whilst he is not rude to teachers he is often resistant of authority figures. However, despite all of this he is a very caring figure towards his friends, and people know when they have acquired his friendship when he plays elaborate pranks on them, often involving his power.
How Long Have You Been at this School?: Eight Years.
History: Harry spent much of his life with his groupie mother and father as they followed their favourite bands from gig to gig, tour to tour. His life was fairly broken up, having been entirely nomadic and bohemian, and some would think that Harry would have come off far worse from the situation - having had no solid base for education, friendship or security. However, the young boy found this within music, other children living similar lifestyles and his parents, spending many magical nights within their RV, staring up at the sky from bed - as a skylight rested above his small bed - and admiring the stars. Despite this good yet unorthodox life, Harry would have been lying if he had said that he didn't yearn for some form of stability that the life of a groupie for bands that he himself didn't even listen to couldn't afford.
Harry was around 12 when he discovered his powers. Travelling through the Great Lakes area of the USA, the young boy found himself upon one of the many Lakeside's on a warm July sunset. With a pick in his hands and his hand on the neck of his guitar, the boy began to practice, playing a slow melody with the multitude of strings. As he began to play, there was a splashing noise that came from ahead of him. At first taking it for little more than birds darting into the Lake and picking up minuscule fish from its confines, the young boy continued to play, and the noises continued.
Finally looking upwards from his guitar, Harry was amazed to see a long tendril of water snaking out and shifting as his fingers plucked at the guitar strings. Grinning as the water seemed to shift and move with the tune, the young boy began to play more elaborate songs, laughing as more tendrils of water raised up and began to entwine with each other - the result being a rather beautiful dance. As the sun set, the water became illuminated by just the moon, and each translucent, glinting tendril looked beautiful, causing Harry to leave the laughing behind with gaping awe. Continuing to play for a few more moments, Harry yelled out as his pick snapped off against the body of his guitar - the boy having been so mesmerised by the water that he had lost attention on the position of his fingers - and the multiple dancing tendrils fell limp and cascaded back into the body of the lake, leaving little more than the shaking water and the reflection of the crescent moon within its visage.
Heading back to his camper and settling into bed, Harry spent the night looking up at the stars once more, not entirely sure of what he had done but wanting to do it again, and get better at it. Much to his luck, a letter had been pushed underneath the RV's door in the night - much to his Parent's confusion - and the rest is largely history...
Spoiler: Roleplay Example
Originally Posted by Death of Korzan
The Southern Wastes
Snow fell delicately through the air, flickering and falling gently, landing upon the ground to join the rest of its brethren who were slowly freezing and forming an almost singular shape and formation. Tree stumps freshly felled stood as a testament to the ingenuity of sapient life against the barbarism of nature. The Winter Gods were silent - their breeze being little more than a stifled cry against the shifting powers of their continent. The air shook and wept with the cries of hundreds of thousands - there was no room for the breeze to manoeuvre, therefore it became obsolete, and non-existent.
The ground shuddered as the mass of the Dark Elf army thudded against the ground, the force making up the largest military contingent that Eternum had ever seen. The delicate snow was pounded into submission by the trampling feet of Trolls and Giants - the trolls standing at at least 20 feet tall and at most 70 feet, with the giants pushing 30 feet within their largest ranks - shoving the huge Orc Siege-works forwards – the machinations shaped like gigantic crude metal Crossbows, each with a spindle fixed to its backside covered in one long, spiralling barbed chain connected to a loaded harpoon-like bolt which was alone at least 25 feet long and tipped with a menacing point - through the icy wasteland that covered almost all of the huge Southern Super-Continent. Alongside the huge siege weaponry marched the rows and lines of the Orc packs, each wearing crude yet efficient Orcish armour, every rank stinking like burnt hair and filth. Some of the Orc commanders – riding ahead upon steeds formed of pure blackness, floating formlessly as if forged of gas – held pale, Southern men and women upon barbed chain leads, dragging the slaves along as their monstrous mounts breathed unnaturally into the quiet winds. Between gaps in the Orc lines walked large Anequines, with 8 sharp legs pounding against the soft snow as they were herded alongside the orc lines, venom dripping from the Horse-like spider beasts. The creatures screamed out, joining the cacophony that already came from the terribly massive force.
Alongside the Orcs walked Beowulf’s men, trudging through the snow – the weather of the Southern Continent being familiar, if not slightly colder than to what they were used to on Earth. Their leader walked among his troops unlike the Orcish Warchief – who had opted to take a place alongside the Dark Elf King and the commander of the unified army – and shouted out marching commands to his men and women, who spent most of their time avoiding the hungry gazes of the filthy humanoids that lined their ranks. The Germanic troops were in fewer number and stock than the Orcs – though their blades were sharper, and their ability in combat possibly greater or at least far more organised. Each pale-skinned member of Beowulf’s army didn’t blink as they watched the rest of the army march alongside them, their eyes flooded with Set’s all-consuming darkness – the black fog swirling and shifting, signifying the Demon Lord’s power over the Mortals of Earth. The Orc’s eyes were devoid of the shimmering darkness – though their ranks didn’t need to be controlled by the King of Darkness.
Behind the Germanic forces and the Orc forces walked the Dark Elves – graceful and brutal in nature, with blades that could cut through the greatest armour. The Elves of Svartalfheimr were elegant in comparison to the Germanic people, and were glorious when placed next to the grotesque Orcs - their armour shimmering with the colour of the Arks, black with golden webbed veins of liquid metal, constantly shimmering and shifting from within the confines of the Dark-Elven craftsmanship. Each Elf looked relatively similar, with crisp white hair - capable of hiding itself within the ever-growing expanse of Southern snow - adorning itself upon the heads of each soldier, their faces being chiselled and unnaturally perfect, with large 8 inch ears flicking outwards and upwards before ending with a neat point.
Ahead of the huge Dark Elf lines walked Chaaru, the robbed blade Hate - now devoid of the demonic possession that once filled it during its time within the hands of another warrior - sat at his waist, the mad Elven Warrior of Old Eden once more joined with his people and their ideals - forced by the hand of Set, being the only Dark Elf with the swirling blackness of Set's control. Armour covered his arms, legs and lower torso, though his chest was exposed, revealing the Mark left upon him during his fateful encounter with Hothian, darkness seeping from the mark through the Cannibal's veins, poisoning him with Set's will to dominate and to darken all things.
The sun was shrouded from view over the Army as they marched, blocking out Ra's all seeing eyes through the sorcery of the Elven King, Dozral. In the centre of the Dark-Elves - as they marched across the soft, vapid snow - stood a large sloping stone formation, standing around 30 feet above the moving Dark Elves and formed almost entirely of Rock and ice - though compact snow from years before managed to find itself within the mix, dredged up from the recesses of the flat snowfield by whatever had forged the formation. The King stood at the peak of the rocks and ice-boulders, watching over the army moving towards their final destination. Dozral looked up into the sky and smirked at the large orange streak of light shining through the softly falling snow like a beacon, the Ark still glimmering. Overhead came the sound of a deep resonating rumble as the Earthborn Genetic ship - its crew having since been 'swayed' to the King's understanding and beliefs - flew past, its steel exterior reflecting what little light had managed to breach the smog that Dozral had formed.
Alongside the Dark-Elf ruler walked the leader of the Orc packs - their leader, responsible for keeping the army and Siege-Works functional -, cresting at the top of the formation beside Dozral. Lifting up a large bone horn to his lips, the Orc-Lord Kromar blew into it - scraps of meat still hanging off of the disgusting instrument as its barbaric chorus echoed across the army, being heard across the land - reaching Branjaskr despite its distance away. Across within the Orc ranks a small contingent of Drummer Trolls began to pound their fists against crude Orcish leather drums - formed from the skin of those who died defending Dun Moriga, Dwarves and Men alike - joining the monstrous sound of the horn. The Orcs began to chant loudly, their guttural language being carried towards the city of the Southerners as they pounded their fists against their chests; spears and feet stomped against the ground caused the Earth to shake further, becoming one with the mess of noise that was now including the roaring and bellowing of the Drummer trolls. The intimidating war-chants and Orcish drumming stretched across the land, reaching small towns that hadn't yet evacuated to Branjaskr and to the Capital and seat of Southern power itself. The Northern invasion force felt the air around them shift and reverb with the distant yet clear sounds of the army, making faces flush and blood feel thick.
Turning to the Orc-Lord, the King frowned slightly. "Bring me the Stone of Kurosavi." Kromar smiled, revealing his gapped mouth, missing multiple teeth and almost half of his bottom lip. "A Conqueror needs a steed - bring me it so I may forge my Royal Beast." The Orc bowed and marched down the formation, shoving past the Dark-Elves who got in his way as he disappeared into the ranks.
Dozral grinned before lifting his sword and crying out, the smog above the army growing darker as his forces joined him in the action – lifting their blades in nigh on worship of the son of Set, their King, as they marched towards what was to be the beginning of the end, and the end of all things.
The Valley of the Sun, Afragia
The sun glowered down upon the sand, blowing around with the wind against the two rocky walls that adorned the entrance to the valley. The pathway into the holy place sloped downwards, two thick walls of rock gaining height as the walkway dropped lower and lower from the surface and further into the valley. The blue sky rolled overhead, silent and kind - there was no thunder to crack the sky with its noise and fury and there was no torrent of buffeting winds to form dust devils to scourge the area of vegetation and life.
All was peaceful.
Above one of the high rock walls, close to the entrance of The Valley of the Sun leaned a robed figure, looking over the edge of the cliffside towards five figures - all of different size and stature - that walked down the path and ever deeper into the quiet solitude of the valley. Running its nails harshly along the rock - the long, sharp edges scratching up dust and dirt - the figure quickly stood up, ignorant of the slightly falling debris as it trickled down the wall and landed on the floor with a slight yet noticeable crack - the sandstone chunk breaking upon its landing.
Walking across the top of the rock-wall - the surface coated in a thick layer of the Afragian sand - the figure stepped into a pockmark that lay upon the rock, dug in like a small circular trench. Lifting up a small walking stick - gnarled and ancient, windswept until it held the colour of bone - the figure smashed in upon the ground of the pockmark, he loud resonating noise tolling like a bell as it struck the rock. With a grinding, grating noise the stone seemed to shift and change, forming into a stairwell leading directly into the rocks.
Turning back one last time, the figure pulled its robes closer as they billowed in the wind before walking down the steps and into the darkness.
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OH YES. I forgot!
But we all know who the real cute boy is
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Last edited by Death of Korzan; 08-08-2017 at 11:55 PM.
DOB; Age: May 18th, 25 Race: Dragon-Blooded Human - For now, this gives her heightened senses, her body temperature runs hotter than most, and she rarely feels cold. There will be more shown throughout the RP that I have discussed with Ru. Elemental Affinity: Air Sexuality: S… S...Sexuality? Is that something we should be talking about in public. *blushes* I suppose, it wouldn’t really matter, as long as I cared for the person.
Appearance: Stands at a tall 5’2’... and a half. She has lavender eyes, that almost look like they sparkle when she is extremely happy, but at the same time in extreme sadness, the orbs almost seem to take on a darker shade as if wanting you to feel her sadness too. Dark brown wavy locks cascade down her back and shoulders, but will often be seen tucked behind her ear where she has nervously pushed every tiny hair she could find around her face there when having been put in social situations.
All of her features are petite. That includes her small nose and her thin lips. There is a scar above her right eyebrow that extends up to her hairline, but it’s quite faded now. Extending from her facial features, her body is also small in stature, almost making her look frail and child-like.
She generally wears clothes to compliment her physique - sundresses, skinny jeans, a ‘baby tee’, but nothing overly revealing that would draw too much attention to herself. Now that she has the uniform, though, she would follow the rules to a T in what she was to wear, down to every last article of clothing that they told her needed worn. Personality: Timid and soft-spoken, Ayra often falls under the radar, and that is where she likes to say. The center of attention is the last place she wants to be. That is unless it’s Rufio’s attention. If anyone can bring her out of her shell it’s her best friend Rufio. There is a lack of confidence that is evident from her body language, all the way down to her words that sometimes don’t come out above a whisper, and a stutter that will sometimes appear when a topic is extremely uncomfortable. Again, these traits are shown less when she has Rufio around, for some reason he always put her at ease.
Ayra is a kind soul who has an optimistic outlook on life - that could be because she nearly died, but I’m getting ahead of myself. She generally keeps most negative emotions to herself and bottled inside, to later be shared with her best friend - If she feels it’s important enough.
Ayra is very protective over Rufio and beginning to be over Kentaro as well. If you mess with one of them, you will see her come out of her shell quickly, she may not say much, but you better steer clear of the path of her rarely demonstrated wrath.
How Long Have You Been at this School?: Just arrived and absolutely terrified. History: There was nothing overly exciting about Ayrashi’s life. She had a typical family, loving family. She went to school, finding that she quite enjoyed it other than the socialization part of it. So she drowned herself in studies. She was a cliche a bit when it came to the fact that she really was good in math, and her parents consistently pushed for her to be the best she could be. There wasn’t anything incredibly interesting about her. The few noteworthy things would include that she can play the piano quite beautifully, but she is probably too shy to show you. Also, she loves to cook, but would probably never have the balls to invite you over for dinner.
She was an only child, but was never without a playmate in her younger years, for her parents had good friends with a son, Rufio. Rufio lived just down the street and was everything she was not, but she was comfortable around him because it seemed as if he had always been there. He was everything she wasn’t, and he made her feel more confident in herself, and never failed to make her laugh.
When she was 7, he went off to some secret magic school. When he came back to visit he would always tell her the amazing stories of the school he went to, and what he was learning there. It was sad not having her friend around all the time, but he came back to visit quite often. Unlike most friends who move apart, they never lost connection with one another and continued their strong relationship.
One of the times her Kotori (Rufio) came to visit, she went with him to meet up with some of his other friends. Social situations were not her specialty, and he knew it, but she couldn’t expect him to just be around her all the time. That night changed Rufio into the man everyone knows at this school.
At 13, peer pressure was everything. And although she can’t remember every detail of what happened that night, she did remember standing on top of that cliff with the three boys and looking down as the wind whipped around them. Below, was a massive stretch of water. To make a long story short, Rufio wanted them all to jump from the cliff and into the water. Of course, Ayra was less inclined to do something so dangerous. Usually, it didn’t take much convincing from Rufio for her to do things, but this time he was practically begging her. Wanting her to ‘live a little’ and to stop being a ‘chicken’. It bothered her a bit that he was calling her these things in front of his friends, but she knew it came from a place of wanting her to have fun. Eventually, he promised that he would take her out for cookie dough ice cream if she would just take the chance. The deciding factor for her though was when he took her hands, looked into her eyes and just asked her to do this one thing… for him.
Finally, she did just that. One of his friends went first, and then she went back and took a running start, but her small legs did not propel her far from the cliff’s edge, and when she landed in the water she hit her forehead on a rock, her body actually hitting the bottom of the river, knocking her unconscious and trapping her below the water. Rufio saved her life that day. Without him, she would have died, that is something she will never forget.
Her elemental powers began to show when she was about 18, starting with just small spurts of wind when she would feel extreme emotions, but nothing that she couldn’t even explain away herself until about 21 where she realized that she could focus them. Still, she didn’t have confidence enough in her abilities to do anything noteworthy and stayed under the radar.
This was also around the time when Rufio started to bring Kentaro on some of his visits. It took her a bit to warm up to him, but she enjoyed him enough, although his bluntness could sometimes hurt her feelings or make her a bit more quiet, she came out of her shell after about a year, and realized he generally meant no harm. If Rufio trusted him, then she could too.
Her staying under the radar lasted until her 25th birthday and Rufio came to visit. They were at the club when he insisted she should not even walk to the bathroom by herself. ‘Something could happen’ he said. This overprotectiveness could get quite exhausting, and when he wouldn’t stop pushing her, and after assuring him multiple times, she finally yelled - which was probably everyone else's normal speaking voice - “I’M FINE” and knocked him straight on his ass with a rather large gust of wind. It’s something that Kentaro wouldn’t let him live down.
After that, it was all a blur. She received a message inviting her to the school. She told her family, and off to the school she went. Rufio would not allow the men in suits to escort her, no matter how much Ayra tried to tell him that she didn’t mind, and now she was here with him… And rather terrified at this uprooting in her life, but secretly she is quite excited. She could make it through as long as she had Rufio and Kentaro here.
Spoiler: Roleplay Example
Music rang through the old firehouse, the voices of men and women rumbled through the air the drunker they became, and the sounds of pool balls clicking together over the music.
For Ember, the night had been pretty average, if not a little busier than usual. Dark brown hair was tied up in a high ponytail, and a bit of sweat glistened off her body as she set up glasses and poured ice into them. The drinks that people wanted at Paradise were never that difficult. Jack and Coke, Vodka and Sprite, and the random 'Sex on the Beach'.
A smile graced her face as she heard another order come her way.
"Jim and Coke, Embs!" An eye roll followed the soft smile.
"Wait your turn, Jimbo. You know how this goes."
"Come on doll face..."
"If you call me that again, I will send your drink flying at your head."
"Okay, okay."
A chuckle passed her lips as she set up another cup., handing out the two drinks she just made and taking the money. He seemed to be waiting for change and she raised her eyebrow waving him off and began working on the Jim and Coke.
It was as she was pushing the button for the coke that a rather burly man pulled up a stool, his dirty blonde hair hung just past his ears, and most would find him quite the catch. He was a bit too pretty for her liking. He said nothing, though, and she finished the drink, handing it to Jimbo grabbing up the money and putting it into the register.
"Are you going to order something, or continue to stare at my ass, I charge for both." Her blue eyes met his, an annoyed smirk on her face as she moved back in front of where he sat at the front of the bar. Leaning over, she looked into his dark blue eyes. "For real, what can I get for you."
"Vodka Tonic, and for you to lean down just a little bit lower." Embers eyes sparked with irritation. She was no stranger to being hit on in the bar, and most the time she didn't mind it. Sometimes she even reveled in it, but she did not know this man, and he obviously didn't know too much about her, judging by his order.
Standing up fully, she gripped onto the bar a little bit too hard as she spoke, a bit of edge in her velvet tone. "Watch your mouth." She commented on him blatantly telling her he wanted to look down her shirt. "Vodka is the devil's drink. I would know. I died once in Reno, heart completely stopped beating, and there the devil was sipping on Absolut. How bout I get you a shot of rum."
Ember reached for the rum, only to feel a hand on her arm, causing her whole body to stiffen. If you paid close enough attention you might have even seen her flinch a little.
"I said, give me my goddamn Vodka." His hand clutched at her arm, and the few others that were at the bar seemed to go completely silent as they watched for Ember's reaction.
Deep breathes in and out could be heard. There had been a few fights in Paradise that involved her since becoming a bartender here, and she had promised Jo she would try and do better. "Get your fucking hand off me before you pull back a nub," Ember said through gritted teeth.
"Are you kidding me? Do you not know who I am? I ordered a Vodka Tonic, now be a good bitch and fetch it."
That was all Ember could take, it felt like her whole body was on fire, and where it burned the most was where his hand still squeezed at her arm. "Of course." Reaching down onto the very bottom shelf where the Vodka was kept, she grabbed the bottle, only then feeling him loosen his grip. When she felt the large hand release her, a smile unlike one the patrons had seen all night long, crossed her face. "Why don't I just give you the whole bottle?!"
Before she even finished, the bottle was swung directly at the unsuspecting man, hitting him in the temple. What she hadn't expected was for the bottle to actually shatter - covering him, the bar, and the floor in Smirnoff.
Ember's heart pounded against her chest as the smile only seemed to grow, that was until the strong scent of the liquor wafted up to fill her nostrils.
No. No no no. Her mind was no longer in paradise as the all too familiar scent started to overwhelm the area. Flashes of memories crossing her mind's eye.
Broken glass on the floor, the scent that seemed to be emanating from his pores fell down on her from where she lay on the floor holding her nose. Blood...
A growl escaped her, as her body began to act of its own will. Hopping straight over the bar, she pounced on the already staggering man, both of them crashing to the floor together. the sound of crunching glass underneath of them. Her vision was going black - or was it red - as she looked down on him, but was it him she was really seeing?
One of her fist, fueled by adrenaline, came crashing down on the side of his head where the bottle had struck moments before. She was straddling him, and she could tell the only reason she had even got that first hit in was the shock that she had elicited. No one dared step in as she raised her fist again, surprised that she got another hit in across his nose.
"Never, fucking touch me again. NEVER. Are you fucking hearing me?" Her fists were flying now, and tears were streaming down her face as she raised them over and over again, but she didn't even know if they were hitting anymore - too lost in her mind to know or care.
I have to refind her picture!
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Also can we move this to fb for like 20 mins I gotta shit
Originally Posted by Azazeal
I don't know who you are, or who you work for, but over many years as a student I have acquired a particular alcohol tolerance. I will find you, and I will drink you under the table
Originally Posted by Chat Noir
*singing* What can I say except 'You're welcome', for blowing into your hole..."
I need to add y'all up and whatnot >~>... eventually. You both know you're accepted, though, so you can post in the IC whenever. If it mentions Haya's previous character anywhere in the IC [I haven't checked if he's mentioned in it yet] then just ignore it.
Hm, I could've swore this was already an ongoing RP.. I'm assuming something happened?
Either way. I remember expressing my interest in this idea before, and..I'm somewhat inclined to say that I am again, but at the same time, I'm unsure if I meet the rp's standards.. :s
Yeah, it was an ongoing RP before but like... 75% of the players poofed out of nowhere [most of them not even being active on RPA period] so had a sort of vote with the players left and decided to reboot. It's easier to just make a new thread, since some people get intimidated by insanely high page numbers. hahaha.
Well, I dunno you well enough to judge! So I cannot say. I'm not sure what standards you think you have to meet, though. xD
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