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<b>Thread Status:</b> Closed
<b>Players involved:</b> None
<b>Characters involved:</b> Aerithe, Hiro
<b>Setting:</b> Prerio City
<b>Time:</b> Midnight, Haliea 25th
<b>Weather:</b> Cool and foggy with a chance of drizzle

Character's Name:
Tabassum Mandeep
Nicknames:
Hooked Mistress, Blind Huntress, Aurora of the Deep
Age:
2340
Gender:
Female
Species:
Leviathan
Abilities:
Physical: Hooked tendrils able to cut rock and shoot a mile in a second.

Magic: Uses water magic to 'see' and swim better
Visual Displacement when using bio-luminescence, making it difficult to pinpoint her location.
Shape Shifter Genes: Can shape shift into a Western Dragon.
Appearance:
The one and three fourths miles of her body is covered in a semi-opaque, bio-luminescent skin, the vast and hypnotic color shifts and patterns leading those who have seen it from afar to compare it to the Aurora Borealis. Although she does have scales, they are vestigial and only stands to increase the similarity, causing the light to split and sparkle. Because of this along with a natural magic, she always seem a small way off from where she actually is, although she is injured more easily than her truly scaled brethren.
Her gaping maw has numerous tendrils within, each able to lash out a mile in the blink of an eye, snagging any prey with the cruel, barbed hooks that sit at the end of each. Further in there are a dozen small arms, positioned so they can maneuver the meals into her throat. Bordering the edge of her maw are several hundred needle like teeth, extending such that when she closes her mouth, the jut out before her. Her eyes are the dead, empty affairs of a being to whom the light of the sun is unknown.
Personality:
Due to her extended isolation, her thought processes are even more disjointed than her kin's, causing her to jump conversationally sometimes. She finds the pain of others amusing, often 'toying' with her meals before she eats them. She doesn't take particular interest in the happenings of the world, instead preferring to try and spread terror, wishing to become a menace of mythical proportions. Due to her small size, she hides from larger creatures, for they could all be something looking to eat her. The exception is if she is certain she has enough of an advantage to win any conflict, in which case she hides only to strike out when the time is right.
History:
Whether from poor nutrition before birth or some sort of defect, while others stayed near the surface as youth, she went down to escape those who wished her to be food, down until they couldn't see her. Here she stayed, eating the glowing critters and feeding off of the organisms surrounding the thermal vents. Because most thing there relied on trickery or size to get food, as she grew, she became adept at ambushing her prey. This, coupled with her diet, left her a sort of glass cannon, hooks able to slice through rock but with a vulnerable hide.

So! I noticed I never actually introduced myself huh? My, my isn't that a shame? Where are my manners...

My name? Weeell, I take many names. Usually under the guise of Crona Uchiha (don't laugh...) Or Avarice (Don't make me use my Pot of Greed. I'll send you to the Shadow Realm.) I'm an active TCG player, RPG fanatic, sandbox world roamer, chess player, and over all Pun-Daddy. (most call me Sans for this.) Also I enjoy various types of music. I've been roleplaying for about.... when was 2012 again?? Anyways. I'll be around if you need me! just shoot me a friendly pm or whatever.

Character's Name: Knyte (night)

Nicknames: He was once called "Spookums". The man who called him this blinded himself by clawing out his own eyes and does nothing but scream about purple fires and imps from another world.

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Species: Demon (Terror)

Abilities: This depends on which aspect you inquire about. As a Terror Demon, he'd have his fear-inducing gaze or maddening song. you might even be referring to his unnatural poses used to scare animals. Though if you wish to know about his necromancy that's another subject. He is skilled in raising animals you could pick up in either hand. This includes rats, snakes, chickens, small simple creatures.

Abilities (Updated): Knyte has developed the technique to shapeshift between his basic form, and that of a large black raven. Other notable abilities to have been trained seems to be a magic based dominance over lightning. his necromancy has developed further to possess domestic creatures as well as some more difficult reptiles.

Weapon Proficiency: Knyte has gained mastery over weilding a scythe and utilizing chains. His weapon of choice however is a scythe made of deceased animal's sturdy bones, with the blade being made from steel. His scythe is known as Witherfang, or at least that's what the locals call it. They claim it had the abilities to sap the life from those with wounds inflicted by it.

Appearance: Let's begin with his most distinguishing features. Possibly his raven black hair, with locks long enough to reach the back of his neck. Perhaps his caramel like skin, interesting: a demon with darker skin, much unlike any mainstream concept of a demon in one such world. Mayhaps his tail, swaying gently or lashing fiercely at a length of 3 ft. or 91.44 cm. Don't bother asking why it starts black and ends with a violet heart shape tip, even he doesn't know and might take offense to its mentioning. Finally would be his eyes, like amethyst gems stolen from below the earth. They tend to be in a droopy like state as if he just got up. They only widen when staring at things of value or if using one of his abilities. Some even claim they tend to "sparkle" in the moonlight. Standing at about 5' 8" or 172.72 cm, he often keeps himself hidden in a dark cloak and cowl.

Personality: (*hums cult of personality*) This is purely based on how he perceives his day. Most days, however, he would be quite shy. He has a hard time dealing with new individuals and/or places and prefers to stay within his usual haunts. On rarer occasions, he would become a sour individual who would probably be the cause of another's misfortune rather than caring about the other having misfortune in the first place. As a universal rule, he could be easily won over with sweets and is easily enticed by the chances for a gamble. He could often be described as a greedy individual if he saw something of worth to him.

History: No one exactly knows where he came from, or why he set out to become the world's most powerful necromancer or control the very storms. There isn't much explanation as to why he hates water either, some say it was a past life debacle with the sea, others claim he fell in love as a demon and wished to bring back his lover. There is even conspiracy that he was born from a child's fear. But only one of these are right in the end, that being the second speculation. He lost his lover, a woman living near the sea, to the waves after a massive storm. fueled by grief he set out for a way to restore her, and to prevent another tragedy of the like. he studies these types of magic religiously. or he would if he had a way of learning that is.

Roleplay Sample: It was a cry like no other, the gale's howl pierced the afternoon skies. Thunder boomed and lightning danced to its music like ballerinas being trailed by their ribbons. The rain pierced the sky like daggers from an unspoken war while the waves met the cliffside with fury much like a whip hitting someone's backside. on this cliff that stood for thousands of years was a small home, inside was a woman frantically rushing to collect some valuables before she made her escape from the home. Rushing to meet her was her lover, disturbing enough was her Demon Lover. He spurred his steed yelling, "Faster! Faster, Serin! We need to reach her!" The horse picked up her pace and hurried as fast as she could to the homestead. They were nearly there, in fact, heading right to their target with the woman rushing out to meet them. As the woman neared her lover, a gale howled so loudly and sprayed rain like spittle the woman staggered and covered her face. In this moment of confusion, the ground shook, being struck by a powerful bolt of lightning. The cliffside split from the mainland and splintered on itself. cliff, lover, valuables, the home... All of it, cascading into the sea in broken shambles. The demon fell to his knees as the storm finally let up. He stared down into the violent maw that was the sea, with anger, disbelief, sorrow, and many more mixed emotions. His heart couldn't take the distress... When he opened his mouth to say something, perhaps to pray... It was a cry like no other.

Hey I'm Kat & with months of pushing I'm finally going to try to roleplay here! my friendfamily (Kila, Sparx, Psychoticmist) all use this site & Kila suggested a few times that I join but I'm so nervous socializing & roleplaying!! but I thought I would give it a shot. I don't really have any experience but Kila assured me this place was good for any skill level roleplayer! so I hope you don't mind me as I try to learn the ropes.

Some facts about me
I'm a digital artist I do commissions & some other things
I'm 21 & not ready for the world
I'm absolutely obsessed with cats & my own cat
oh & I might be really into MGS

<b>Thread Status:</b> Open
<b>Players involved:</b> PeridotPhaeron, KokoPuffs, Avarice
<b>Characters involved:</b> Zagan (KokoPuffs), Roshaun (PeridotPhaeron), Knyte (Avarice)
<b>Time:</b> Current, around 11:30 in the morning.
<b>Weather:</b> Fairly sunny, with only a few clouds in the sky.

It was a bright and sunny day in the Linosea Forest. A sense of peace permeated the words, a peace that was only enhanced by the gentle chirping of the birds in the trees. The wind gently rustled the leaves in the trees, and the general sense of serenity was one that almost seemed to take one to another realm. A calmer, better one. So, of course, this peace just had to be interrupted by a very annoyed elf. He had been walking for a while now, far more than he was used to. He was beginning to think he should have just taken a portal. But, no, it was important to do this the proper way, of course. He muttered angrily under his breath.

He glanced around, and sighed. He might as well rest up for a bit. The weight of the pack he carried reminded him that he wasn't exactly going to run out of supplies any time soon. He left the trail, a fairly well-beaten dirt path, and let the bundle fall against the trunk of one of the trees. He stretched a bit, leaning against another tree. Why had he agreed to this, anyways? ... Well, that one was fairly obvious. He shook his head, letting his thoughts start drift along the paths of memory.

Character's Name:
Drustan Waldhar
Age:
Claims to be 30
(As of 15471, he is 14241 years old)
Gender:
Male
Species:
Human
Abilities:
Moving objects around the tavern (so just picking things up and using things like one would in life.)
Throwing individuals out.
Appearance:
Slightly transparent, rough stubble and short, unkempt hair. His has a strong build, as though he was in his physical prime when he died.
6 ft 8 in
230 lbs pre-death
Blood type: B+
Personality:
Gruff, If you damage the tavern he will flip out. He refuses to acknowledge that he is dead.
History: (If requested or needed to explain the power behind a character)
He grew up in a town that apparently was near by at one point or another before growing up. He saved what little money he could to buy the tavern and it is his pride and joy.
If one delves deep enough into his past, it turns out he died of heart disease around 1260.
Right Handed.
Roleplay Sample:
He got up, thin patchwork sheets slipping off or through him, depending on who you asked. Anyways, he got up and yawned, shuffling over to the window in the morning cold. Peering outside, he mumbled something about where the weather could stick a club. He stood there for a minute or two, mind slowly starting up, before he sighed and went down stairs to start the day. As he had millions of times before, he opened the rear door and grabbed a bundle of fire wood, bringing it in to start the fire. Once it was reasonably steady without his supervision, he carried on with his routine and gave are the tables and counter a quick wipe down. As he finished up, the front door opened, letting in a gust of cold air. He turned to the new arrival, saying in a gravely voice "And what do you want? Drink or eats? If your lookin for some eats, yer gonna need to wait a bit."