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Character's Name: Valcrowe



Nicknames: (If Any)



Age: unknown



Gender: male



Species:dragon(ignore the wolf form)



Abilities:his elemental fire has developed to be speed based, sleek and swift like air-- but deadly. the contents of his breath are tiny, microscopic shards of draconic glass, a form of fossilized eclipse dragon scales, whatever his flame comes into contact with it will skin, shred, fillet, and rip into a million visceral pieces. his powers and breath are often referred to as bleeding-fire. 



Appearance: in image



Personality:valcrowe has a very arrogant personality, driven to prove that he's the best looking-- and knows that he's the best charmer. he parties a lot, and likes to fuck around-- but he's incredibly protective of his brothers and will slaughter anyone who attempts to harm them. 



History: wip

Rp: example: It was a moon light night as Tori stood under a tree casting small spells that made the plant life around her grow with a smile as she plucked a flower with a smile before placing in her hair even as she leaned her back against the tree sitting down on the grass with a sigh of content enjoying this moment and the privacy it offered her for now not knowing a nearby werewolf pack was in the same forest. Still this was her alone time and she was going to relax before her eyes moved to water in front of her and moving a hand outward moved it back and forth the water glowing with a bright light purple falling from her fingertips like a mist that came after a rainy day.

Name:

Kavrier

Age:

6,862

Gender:

Male

Height:

Dragon Form: 15'4" from front feet to top of head

Human Form: 6'3"

Weight:

Dragon Form: 3 Tons

Human Form: 216 lbs

Species:

Dragon/Western

Abilities:

Corrosive/Toxic Breath: Able to breath out plumes of deep purple smoke like substance. It not only is able to practically corrode and eat away at most substances, but if inhaled cause eat away at the lungs.

Armored scales: Tough, almost steel like in density, able to easily withstand hard blows with relative ease; without any visible damage to them.

Hand-To-Hand: Able to defend himself without the need of weapons or magic if needed, honing on on fists and claws; teeth if the need be.

Toxic Claws: Able to secrete, if wanted, into his claws; not only making them sharp but venomous to his victims.

Personality:

Respectable: Though some may not quite come into needing to be respected, he believes all derseve some form of it.

Elegant: A man to not speak out of turn, holds himself high with pride and makes sure to keep himself from becoming enraged with others.

Clam minded: In his place of work, he is in need of keeping a clear mind at all times.

Friendly: To those who gets close to him, he holds their friendship high above all else; no matter whom the friendship may be with.

Blunt: It matters not whom he speaks to, if you believes what you've said is trash... well, he will surely allow you to know.

Other:

- Can give an almost purr like sound when relaxed

- Scales along the underside of neck will glow just

as he's about to use his breath ability

- Walks with a limp, which is why he has the cane, from an old battle wound that didn't heal as intended; large scar on the inside of his left thigh.

- Lost his wife to dragon hunters many years ago, making his afraid of making such a connection again.

- Works as a Royal advisor

Another raffle! Oh my!

Prizes 
A ticket to make a Tarsian
50 dollars
An item from the store
A piece of art up to a 80 dollar value (can increase slightly) from an artist of your choosing
Posting table + art for that table (art will be by han for this piece)
Custom chibi example here by han.

Note: art must be for a character in antarsia. 

Now how to get tickets.

1) Post three times in roleplay for 1 ticket this is for 1x1 threads. For any thread with more than one rper its for every 2 posts.
2) Make a character + two posts with that character for 2 tickets 
3) You can also do threads in the writing center! Alternate universes and all that but for those threads it's a bit pricer at 5 posts for 1 ticket. This is to encourage canon roleplay.
4) Staff games! There will be a monthly game with the potential chance to earn up to 10 tickets max!

How to redeem? Post a post on  this thread with a tracker of your tickets and the post links for each ticket. I will tally them all up at the end. Use this thread for an example for how to format your post!

How do the prizes work?

Well this is a quarterly raffle so it's a bit different. Since there are so many prizes you bid on which prize you want for an chance to win. You can win up to two prizes so bid responsibly. I will randomly offer new prizes to use some tickets for during this raffle to bring numbers down! These prizes will not count to the final two prize limit!

Prizes can increase over time so bidding for final prizes will not happen til this is over!

End date: At the end of March!

Thread Status: Closed
Players Involved: KingFury, KokoPuffs
Characters Involved: Balthoron (KingFury), Taahira (Kokopuffs)
Setting: The forest near Xystal Swamp
Time: Evening, 25th of Haliea (current)
Weather: Overcast

Balthoron slipped into the tavern just as the drinks started flowing for the dinner rush. Way-taverns like these dotted the roads, giving travelers a good place to rest for the night and get a hot meal. They also charged a fortune for anything good, but Bal was fine with that. He could eat, drink, get some sleep, and maybe even find some company to chat with. Rescue missions always seemed to take longer than the others.

He went over to the counter and sat down, ordering a glass of cider and a small plate of whatever meat they had available. He was too seasoned a traveler to ask too many questions about the type of meat. Once settled in and waiting on his food, he turned and began to scan the gathered patrons for anyone interesting to talk to.

Thread Status: Closed
Players Involved: KingFury, Calliope
Characters Involved: Haru (KingFury), Miala (Calliope)
Setting: The forest near Xystal Swamp
Time: Late morning
Weather: Overcast



Miala's lungs whined as she ran, or tried to run - her bare feet kept catching on rocks and roots, and they hurt, especially after this long. But she couldn't stop even if she'd wanted to. She was chasing the man who'd interrupted her bath and stolen her skin; she couldn't see him anymore, but by some miracle of the gods, he had decided that it was more important to get as far away as possible as fast as was possible, and had left quite a trail in the process.

Not that the trail would do her much good if the fastest she could go was a pained stumble, though. She had no idea where she was, much less how to track things over land when the signs weren't glaringly obvious. And she couldn't stand to think about what might happen if she lost him.

Character's Name: Udriah
Age: 90
Gender: Female
Species: Conquest demon

Abilities: Udriah is not a powerful demon in her own right. Though she is a skilled planner and knowledgeable in very basic darkness magic, she only has one real power. She can absorb the energy of attacks that strike her weapon, neutralizing them, then send the power back in a single strike. She can't hold onto power to launch multiple attacks, but she can bank power from several attacks to return one, much stronger, attack. Deprived of a weapon, she can try to do the same with her fists, but is nowhere near as effective with the ability as when she has a weapon. While there is presumably an upper limit to the power, she doesn't know where it is, since finding it would require an extended battle (something she avoids at all costs.) Whatever energy she banks is lost after a few minutes, unless she keeps feeding the ability.


Appearance: Udriah is a demon of mid-sized build and with pale skin. She always wears leather armor with a sword sheathed at her side, and wears a mask that covers the top half of her face. Marking on the mask resemble eyes, but give her a very demonic look.

Her alternate form is a snake.

In human form, he still has black hair, but loses both the beard and the headdress, instead simply appearing as a normal man. His skin is a deep tan, the result of desert living, and he wears simple robes suited for the climate. He still has the wings.

Personality: She's an angry and manipulative sort of person, skilled in making people do what she wants and inspiring them to fight for the cause she champions. While she has a cruel streak, she's good at making her followers believe her actions are just, no matter how anyone else sees them.

History: Udriah fled her homeland in the Conquest Kingdom at an early age. She quickly traveled to Xira, where she got involved in several incidents of violence against humans and other non-demon races. A fervent believer in Demon superiority, she embarked on a campaign championing against 'injustices' she felt the demons suffered at the hands of lesser races, and soon amassed a small following.

Character's Name: Haru
Age: ~200
Gender: Male
Species: Kitsune

Abilities: Haru isn't a particularly powerful Kitsune. He's spent the last few hundred years surviving on illusions and basic foxfire. While he has some ability with a sword, he mostly wins fights with trickery.


Appearance: In human form, he's a large man with long red hair and red markings on his face. He wears a typical kimono and a black, demonic looking fox mask that he wears constantly.

In fox form, he's a red fox with black markings.


Personality: Typically a loner who hides in the forest, Haru mostly spends his time trying to avoid humans. Though he isn't cruel, he protects his territory fiercely. He does actively protect his home, scaring humans and other races out to keep them from harming the trees and animals that live there.

History: When he was young, Haru set himself up in a forest and scared the local humans into thinking a monster spirit had taken over the area. He has mostly kept to himself since, using illusions to hide his nature on the few times he goes into town, and otherwise just occasionally scaring humans away.

<b>Thread Status:</b>Open
<b>Players involved:</b> Four Moons Watching, Kokopuffs
<b>Characters involved:</b> Miara, Akuma
<b>Setting:</b> Southern shore of Odslig Lake
<b>Time:</b> Current, midmorning
<b>Weather:</b> Absolutely pouring rain, and there's a thunderstorm on the horizon too

~~~~

Fuck.

Miara wasn't usually one to swear, but here she was, caught out in the rain with her legs scraped up from undergrowth and her hair in a hopeless mess and nothing to even show for her ill-fated errand. She'd been gathering clay to make replacements for a couple of broken teacups, but it had washed away when the rain picked up.

Resigning herself to returning empty-handed, she turned and began trudging (there was really no better word for how she had to slog through the mud) back home, shivering and cursing her luck.

Of course, the day just had to go from bad to worse. Thunder rumbled ominously in the distance, startling Miara. The little nymph flinched and tripped over some rocks, brushing by a thorn thicket on the way down and picking up even more scrapes.

Worst of all, when she tried to stand up again, she found that she couldn't. The mud was too deep; her hands found nothing to push herself up against, and she was too cold and exhausted to get back to her feet without using her arms. She tried healing herself to get some strength back, but it just wasn't enough.

Getting desperate, she gathered the last of her vikta and freed one hand from the mud to throw a brilliant flash of light into the sky, the blue of her magic luckily distinct from the white-gold of lightning. She took off her hat and held it up to make sure she was visible above the mud and waited anxiously for help, or the storm, whichever came first.

Name: Miala

Age: 35

Gender: Female

Species: Selkie

Abilities: Shifting between seal and human woman. Some water magic. Quite good at thinking on her feet.

Appearance: A short, willowy woman with pale skin, pale eyes, and long, dark hair she keeps pinned back with silver clips. As a seal, she’s mostly white with a few dark patches.

Personality: A deeply loving woman who will do what she can for anyone who asks it of her. Fiercely protective of those she loves, family and friends alike. Much more cunning and clever than most would assume when seeing her, and prone to bouts of sarcasm for all she tries to avoid it.

Name: Naeri Rosesong

Age: 110

Gender: Male

Species: Fairy

Abilities: Vaguely decent at growing magic, for all he doesn’t enjoy it too much. Very good at tinkering with more or less anything he finds, especially stuff several times larger than him. Fully capable of turning into a Visek elf whenever the urge strikes him.

Appearance: As a fairy, Naeri stands about two apples tall, with peachy skin and fluffy cinnamon hair. His eyes are a dark, leafy green, and he usually has a wide smile on his face. He’s rarely still, always finding a bit of hair or cloth to play with or straighten out; as a result, his clothes are usually a touch on the messy side. Beneath those, at the base of his spine, he was born with the image of a pink flower in bloom. Much like his sister’s, his wings are patterned with overlapping rose petals, though unlike hers, the points fan out from his back while the rounded tops form a smoothly scalloped edge.

As an elf, he looks much the same - same colors, same markings, plus a large tattoo of his wings across his back. He stands about five-foot-nine while disregarding posture.

Personality: Sweet, open, innocent, and honest. Very eager to please and perhaps a bit too cheerful sometimes. Also something of a hopeless romantic, for all he doesn’t show it very much. Overall, a complete dork.