**The Story**
[Waylox](http://s62.photobucket.com/user/evilqueeny/media/Planets_wallpapers_119.jpg.html)
In the country of Waylock, there has been a coup. A man, hungry for power, tricked the young, naïve queen in to coming out of her castle with promises of having a way to feed the countries people en masse. She, with her people’s best interests in heart, left the safe walls and her younger sister while she investigated the said method.
[Imperial Castle](http://s62.photobucket.com/user/evilqueeny/media/8999669413_9f1f3d02e8_z.jpg.html )
As her younger sister had predicted the night before the trip, it was a trap. The “bad man” was trying to kill the queen. But the guards she had taken with her with more than enough to steal their mistress from danger, and their captain took the princess before the castle itself would be overrun.
But in a country that is surrounded by mountains, thick forests, the sea and the edge of the world, escape could only get them so far from danger. But they made their way to a village nestled in the crook between the mountains and the forest of the north, a forest no one had gone in and returned to tell the tale, where they have raised their royalty from young children to women, taught them combat so that they might defend themselves. And now the queen has determined it is time to take back what is theirs, to rid their Waylox of the usurper Ovorion and take back her throne. But would the five of them be enough? Did she even want her younger sister on the field of battle in case anything were to happen- so that the country would still have one rightful claim to the throne?
[Farthing Village](http://s62.photobucket.com/user/evilqueeny/media/Fantasy-village.jpg.html)
Who would come to her aid? Who would dare stand up to the man who had proved a tyrannical monster? She could only hope and pray that someone might be up to the challenge.
**The Rules and Regulations**
Willing to accept people in any role other than the queen. I’ll be taking that one just because of storyline purposes.
CS:
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**Name:** This one's simple. What's their name?
**Age: **How old are they?
**Gender:** Male or female?
**Personality**: I want at least a paragraph here. Tell me about the quirks. Just cause I know them doesn't mean the other characters have to.
**Role/Title:** Were they a noble? Are they a robber? What can they do? Be specific.
**History:** Two paragraphs. Why are they here? Why did they come to her call for aid? Did Ovorion do something to their home? Did their parents do something to them growing up? Don't skim the details.
**Anything extra:** Is there anything you want us to know about them that perhaps might come up later? Or do you have a theme song that works for your character?
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I'll post rules and such once I have a good number of people joining, most likely on the actual OOC and such.
I'll post the queen's profile up soon if you would like to see what I'm looking for before making your own profile.
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Stupid pictures -__-
**Name:** Rhysln Silverspring
**Age:** 22
**Gender:** Female
**Personality**: Upon Ovorion's arrival, Rhysln had been impeccably naïve and over trusting. She had been taught to see the good in people first and foremost and tried to keep that in mind when she inherited the throne rather early due to her parents untimely passing due to illness. Even though she is no longer so quick to trust, she is still kind and will do what she feels is right, regardless of whether or not it is to her advantage. She cares deeply for her sister and would easily throw herself before the sword if it was to save her. She is loyal to the three knights who came to their aid during the coup and trusts them above all else. She, however, is not the romantic type. She has no immediate care for such things and wouldn't allow them to get in the way of her ultimate goal of reclaiming the throne. She isn't all that unaware, on that same note, that she does need to marry to keep their line going, it's just not the top of her to do list.
**Role/Title:** She is the queen of Waylox. Currently, she's working as a storekeeper, mostly just inventory and keeping up with the money. She also has been trained to wield a sword, much better with them than axes. She has no skill with the bow and arrow or magic, so she hopes to find someone else that can handle those areas during battle.
**History:** Rhysln's parents died when she was 15, leaving the young princess an early queen, having to rely on advisors to help her run the country. Luckily, it's not as large as their neighbor over the mountains, Caradia, which calls itself an empire, but it was still no easy task to manage. She didn't shirk her duties, however, and learned from her parents most trusted advisors how to rule. By 17, she thought she had it pretty well underhand, though by no means was she ready to handle the whole thing on her own. It was at this point that Ovorion came to her, saying he had a device that could harvest food at a faster pace and therefore get the food back to her people sooner. She had a bad feeling about him and her sister had warned her that she thought that the "bad man" was going to hurt her, but she couldn't ignore him either. He had gone and told people in the towns about what he was proposing and she knew if she ignored him, the people would be quite unhappy with her for not caring about them, especially with the winter months coming up.
So she went. She took two guards appointed by the captain with her and went to meet Ovorion in a field that was "large enough" for his contraption. Her heart had been her throat the whole ride there, the three just on horse back, not taking a coach or anything with them. One of the knights stopped her when the field wasn't too far ahead and the other went to see if there really was a device of any kind. But the enemy had anticipated their wariness and attacked the three. As they escaped, the forces returned to town and attacked her people. But there was nothing she could do. They were outnumbered and people within the city guard had been bought- something she hadn't considered a possibility. But her two knights rushed her to safety and within hours, the captain joined them on the road with her younger sister in tow.
That was what lead them to finding their way to Farthing Village. A small place in the corner of the map that most forgot existed until they saw it from a distance. It was situated with its back to the mountains and the Deep Woods to its side. There was no way for an enemy to sneak up on the town, but it also didn't leave much room for escape should Ovorion track them down that far. But Rhysln wasn't going to be idle. She knew she would have to take back her home at the earliest opportunity and she couldn't rely on everyone to protect her. So she had the knights teach her the art of battle while she blended in with the people of the village. She cut her hair and dressed the part, though convincing her sister to do so was a much more challenging task.
Now that she's sure of her ability and she's sure that Ovorion isn't expecting her, she has sent her knights out to the other towns to start trying to find people that might be willing to rise against him. She isn't sure what to expect, but she knows she has to try.
**Anything extra:** Regardless of the life she's lived so far, she is still prim, proper, and sheltered and will react in one way or another to things such as swearing or anything lewd.
OP
Seeing as this is only the interest check, if you've got any suggestions on how to increase the stories effectiveness, or to make it more interesting, shout it out. What would make it interesting enough for you to join?
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Interested. I'll have CS up tonight.
I'm interested. I'll get to working on a CS. It should be up sometime tomorrow, as it is quite late where I am.
Girlie Go Boom Hey~hey~!!
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Denemika of the Bellady Nation
Name: Denemika. But I like it when you call me 'Mika.' I do.
Age: 24.
Gender: Can you not see? I am 6'4". 210lbs. I am very much a woman.
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Role/Title: “Hunter”. Sister of the Moon and Priestess of the Ground.
Mana Enhanced: Can see in the dark, move in silence, merge with shadow, sharpened senses and reactions, nocturnal animal affinity, bond with a tiger, cast spells of oracle and messaging with spirits.
Skills: Rituals and rites, keen senses, hunting/survival/first-aid, strength, climbing, running, close combat, spear, dagger, shield, short swords, armour weaving, animal training
I have passed my rites. I know all the rituals of my people. I am a Priestess of the Ground. My Mana is strong with the Earth. My body and actions tells me so. But I am also a Sister of the Moon. I am the fastest hunter along the ground and through the trees. I have fought, I have killed, I have sacrificed enemies of my peoples to send my fallen sisters and brothers to rest easy in their home on the Others' Side. I carry all weaponry and kits necessary upon my person. I have a love-partner, I have a four-legged soul sister, and I have even captured a worthy male. I have birthed one child from that male. I took him and ate its heart so that our baby may be strong and bound to the ground. That baby will be worthy of his rites and rituals; he will be always be there for his people. He has to. But he will never know his birth mother. He will never utter my name. I will never allow him such shame.
~~~~~
Personality: A mother tiger in the body of a woman.
Wild, curious, friendly/family-oriented, blunt, violent, tenacious, loyal, honourable/honour-bound, abides by cultural rites and rituals, and flirty, fun and playfully capricious at times. Can read 'outsider' language and speak it at basic levels
I miss them. I remember them. All of them. Even though I have no right to keep them so close to my thoughts and heartbeats... I will still remember them even if it is forbidden for them to remember me.
I still pray. I still offer the voices of the Ground my songs, dances and blood. They take me to this woman of importance; this Queen. They say I must protect her, fight for her. Live for her; Kill for her. What honour does she have? I am told it is only blood that gives her title; not her actions. What does she do to be revered in awe or fear? Our eldest mothers and leaders have their stories written upon their skin. Each attested and witnessed by ritual; when they preside, the voice of the Mothers in the Ground sing of their deeds, triumphs, failures and pains.
So then... this woman... this Queen... I will keep my thoughts to myself to others for the moment. And though I will keep my oath to my people... by sisters and brothers soul embraced by the Ground, I will not be subservient to this Queen unless she proves herself worthy to be respected and followed. I will not...
...unless she has a firm biteable bottom... rawr... hahahah...!
~~~~~
History: Bound by honour to leave her peoples to never return for she will become tainted by outsider forces/customs. But she undertakes the most honourble act of ancestral sacrifice to keep her peoples protected from the ruling outsider takeover.
In my homeland, they loved me. I was grown as a hunter. My bloodline is that of large bodied females. Not the lovely plump ones that populate and run the feed and stitch huts, no, I am a big woman grown for pure brutal physicality. I am meant to fight, hunt and protect us.
I was not one of the taller girls growing up. They used to fight me and tease me because of who my father was. But I would always push back. I always had to prove that I could run with them. That is how I earned my Face with them. You see, my father was an Outsider. That is who my mother captured; that is where I received my name.
Denemika means “Moon eyes.”That is why I like it when you call me Mika. It means Moon. Old Lady Moon watches over the hunters. I love her as much as She still loves me... oh, that silly old maiden... never had her lady parts tickled. That's why she's so fickle. Hahahah...
But as I was saying... I earned Face with my sister hunters when I outran the lead one of our pack, Ellianis. But still. She needed to prove she was still lead and so she would be me into submission. But no. I was ready. I waited for that day she would raise fist or weapon to my body. I prepared. I fought back regardless of her size and weaponry. I bested her and beat her bloody. Then I wildly bit her arm, as wildly as a frothed animal would, and marked her. She was mine. I told you I prepared.
I was thirteen... and I was absolutely and madly in love with her. Ever since we were little I knew we would be love-partners. When she recovered, we were tattooed and she learned to love me back. She accepted my Face. And she kneeled for my Face in time; She relented and I was to be the lead of our pack. And with such prestige grown amongst hunters, I was also taught the way of a Priestess of the Ground.
The years toiled away and the inkings upon my muscular frame reflected just how very large and powerful I had become with not only flowing with Mana but also with Leading Hunt. I was much larger than Ellianis by then. It was strange to stare down upon her rather than the other way around for so long as children that was how we were. But her station was no longer that of a hunter; El became a shaman and ritual leader. Oh, how I miss her dark eyes and soft lips... but El helped me to bond with my newest sister.
Yes, I earned a soul-sister. A shaggy, striped four-legged creature with gigantic paws and a disproportionately big and cute head. I killed her mother to take her hide and her feline power. My soul-sister to be was the only surviving cub and so I took the baby tiger in and, by the voices of the Ground, I trained her and performed El's rituals to bond her with my soul. Halajah was mine as much as I was hers.
She would become Tomeni's big sister. She would protect him. She would die for him. Live for him; Kill for him. Oh, my sister Hala... Oh, Tomeni... how this mama loves you both so much...
I had captured a male from another island tribe. He was not pale like my father, but he was just as worthy. He was large and with eyes twinkling with humour and sparking with wits... well as far as I could tell beyond the fact that he wanted to kill me and eat my own heart. But as soon as he seeded me, and by the confirmation by GrandMama Acasteles that I was indeed with child, I unchained him. He was indeed how I knew him, humour, wits. But he was also great in strength for it took me a while to beat him into awe and revelry of our peoples. And in the end as he screamed to rest with his ancestors, I took his heart. I thanked him and his ancestors and took that piece of his name for the child he provided me.
“Kai'Meni” was the male's name and my mother's name was “Torenika.” “To” from my proud mother, “Meni” from his honoured sire. I love you Tomeni, Mama loves you and misses you so much... I can only hope your Mi'Mama Ellianis keeps you loved and your sister Halajah keeps you safe at nights. I see your name upon my breast and my hand. It is only ink, but it is all I have left of you, my little TomTom. I miss you so much, my love, my son, my joy.
For came that day... that day the outsiders came to take me away.
I left you all behind. My people. My island. My Love, my Sisters and Brothers, my Soul, and my Joy. My heart and home... I left it all behind because the pale male told the grandest of GrandMama's that their beloved Danemika was chosen from the outside to serve their kingdom and their kind. And as with the words of treaty agreement told us, we would exchange one each of our own with one each of theirs.
They wanted a great hunter. And in place they left with us a singer. A tiny, frail, yellow headed, blue-eyed weakling girl.
I was pried from my station for such a thing... she takes my place. That is not equal. But upon my honour I will take leave now to make my families proud. They will never know my name again; I am now forgotten.
But I swear that when the wind blows at night, across the waters of the shores of my island, rustling through the grasses and trees of my homeland and whispers into Hala's striped tiger ears, she will know I am fine and I am still loved; I swear that that cannot be helped. I am bonded to Halajah's soul afterall. And if Elliannis asks Halajah thoughts upon Denemika then it is not my fault if Hala responds. I cannot help it if my love-partner understands the speech of beasts. And I especially cannot help it if my love-partner sings songs to her son TomTom about me during bedtime neath the light of Ol' Lady Moon. I swear it cannot be helped.
Very well. Let us meet this woman of importance... let us meet this Queen...
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Hiiii~~!!
I am interested. Me. I will have a CS up tomorrow. Cuz I'm sleeeeeepy now. But oh! The bunny is thinking that she'd like to play a weirdo street rat type of thief charrie if that's okay?
Oh and like what kind of picture would you likeus to use for our charries? Like do you want us to use anime/manga-ish pics? Do ya?! Do ya?!
K, thanks. ~Later~~!!
Name: Denemika. But I like it when you call me 'Mika.' I do.
Age: 24.
Gender: Can you not see? I am 6'4". 210lbs. I am very much a woman.
~~~~~
Role/Title: “Hunter”. Sister of the Moon and Priestess of the Ground.
Mana Enhanced: Can see in the dark, move in silence, merge with shadow, sharpened senses and reactions, nocturnal animal affinity, bond with a tiger, cast spells of oracle and messaging with spirits.
Skills: Rituals and rites, keen senses, hunting/survival/first-aid, strength, climbing, running, close combat, spear, dagger, shield, short swords, armour weaving, animal training
I have passed my rites. I know all the rituals of my people. I am a Priestess of the Ground. My Mana is strong with the Earth. My body and actions tells me so. But I am also a Sister of the Moon. I am the fastest hunter along the ground and through the trees. I have fought, I have killed, I have sacrificed enemies of my peoples to send my fallen sisters and brothers to rest easy in their home on the Others' Side. I carry all weaponry and kits necessary upon my person. I have a love-partner, I have a four-legged soul sister, and I have even captured a worthy male. I have birthed one child from that male. I took him and ate its heart so that our baby may be strong and bound to the ground. That baby will be worthy of his rites and rituals; he will be always be there for his people. He has to. But he will never know his birth mother. He will never utter my name. I will never allow him such shame.
~~~~~
Personality: A mother tiger in the body of a woman.
Wild, curious, friendly/family-oriented, blunt, violent, tenacious, loyal, honourable/honour-bound, abides by cultural rites and rituals, and flirty, fun and playfully capricious at times. Can read 'outsider' language and speak it at basic levels
I miss them. I remember them. All of them. Even though I have no right to keep them so close to my thoughts and heartbeats... I will still remember them even if it is forbidden for them to remember me.
I still pray. I still offer the voices of the Ground my songs, dances and blood. They take me to this woman of importance; this Queen. They say I must protect her, fight for her. Live for her; Kill for her. What honour does she have? I am told it is only blood that gives her title; not her actions. What does she do to be revered in awe or fear? Our eldest mothers and leaders have their stories written upon their skin. Each attested and witnessed by ritual; when they preside, the voice of the Mothers in the Ground sing of their deeds, triumphs, failures and pains.
So then... this woman... this Queen... I will keep my thoughts to myself to others for the moment. And though I will keep my oath to my people... by sisters and brothers soul embraced by the Ground, I will not be subservient to this Queen unless she proves herself worthy to be respected and followed. I will not...
...unless she has a firm biteable bottom... rawr... hahahah...!
~~~~~
History: Bound by honour to leave her peoples to never return for she will become tainted by outsider forces/customs. But she undertakes the most honourble act of ancestral sacrifice to keep her peoples protected from the ruling outsider takeover.
In my homeland, they loved me. I was grown as a hunter. My bloodline is that of large bodied females. Not the lovely plump ones that populate and run the feed and stitch huts, no, I am a big woman grown for pure brutal physicality. I am meant to fight, hunt and protect us.
I was not one of the taller girls growing up. They used to fight me and tease me because of who my father was. But I would always push back. I always had to prove that I could run with them. That is how I earned my Face with them. You see, my father was an Outsider. That is who my mother captured; that is where I received my name.
Denemika means “Moon eyes.”That is why I like it when you call me Mika. It means Moon. Old Lady Moon watches over the hunters. I love her as much as She still loves me... oh, that silly old maiden... never had her lady parts tickled. That's why she's so fickle. Hahahah...
But as I was saying... I earned Face with my sister hunters when I outran the lead one of our pack, Ellianis. But still. She needed to prove she was still lead and so she would be me into submission. But no. I was ready. I waited for that day she would raise fist or weapon to my body. I prepared. I fought back regardless of her size and weaponry. I bested her and beat her bloody. Then I wildly bit her arm, as wildly as a frothed animal would, and marked her. She was mine. I told you I prepared.
I was thirteen... and I was absolutely and madly in love with her. Ever since we were little I knew we would be love-partners. When she recovered, we were tattooed and she learned to love me back. She accepted my Face. And she kneeled for my Face in time; She relented and I was to be the lead of our pack. And with such prestige grown amongst hunters, I was also taught the way of a Priestess of the Ground.
The years toiled away and the inkings upon my muscular frame reflected just how very large and powerful I had become with not only flowing with Mana but also with Leading Hunt. I was much larger than Ellianis by then. It was strange to stare down upon her rather than the other way around for so long as children that was how we were. But her station was no longer that of a hunter; El became a shaman and ritual leader. Oh, how I miss her dark eyes and soft lips... but El helped me to bond with my newest sister.
Yes, I earned a soul-sister. A shaggy, striped four-legged creature with gigantic paws and a disproportionately big and cute head. I killed her mother to take her hide and her feline power. My soul-sister to be was the only surviving cub and so I took the baby tiger in and, by the voices of the Ground, I trained her and performed El's rituals to bond her with my soul. Halajah was mine as much as I was hers.
She would become Tomeni's big sister. She would protect him. She would die for him. Live for him; Kill for him. Oh, my sister Hala... Oh, Tomeni... how this mama loves you both so much...
I had captured a male from another island tribe. He was not pale like my father, but he was just as worthy. He was large and with eyes twinkling with humour and sparking with wits... well as far as I could tell beyond the fact that he wanted to kill me and eat my own heart. But as soon as he seeded me, and by the confirmation by GrandMama Acasteles that I was indeed with child, I unchained him. He was indeed how I knew him, humour, wits. But he was also great in strength for it took me a while to beat him into awe and revelry of our peoples. And in the end as he screamed to rest with his ancestors, I took his heart. I thanked him and his ancestors and took that piece of his name for the child he provided me.
“Kai'Meni” was the male's name and my mother's name was “Torenika.” “To” from my proud mother, “Meni” from his honoured sire. I love you Tomeni, Mama loves you and misses you so much... I can only hope your Mi'Mama Ellianis keeps you loved and your sister Halajah keeps you safe at nights. I see your name upon my breast and my hand. It is only ink, but it is all I have left of you, my little TomTom. I miss you so much, my love, my son, my joy.
For came that day... that day the outsiders came to take me away.
I left you all behind. My people. My island. My Love, my Sisters and Brothers, my Soul, and my Joy. My heart and home... I left it all behind because the pale male told the grandest of GrandMama's that their beloved Danemika was chosen from the outside to serve their kingdom and their kind. And as with the words of treaty agreement told us, we would exchange one each of our own with one each of theirs.
They wanted a great hunter. And in place they left with us a singer. A tiny, frail, yellow headed, blue-eyed weakling girl.
I was pried from my station for such a thing... she takes my place. That is not equal. But upon my honour I will take leave now to make my families proud. They will never know my name again; I am now forgotten.
But I swear that when the wind blows at night, across the waters of the shores of my island, rustling through the grasses and trees of my homeland and whispers into Hala's striped tiger ears, she will know I am fine and I am still loved; I swear that that cannot be helped. I am bonded to Halajah's soul afterall. And if Elliannis asks Halajah thoughts upon Denemika then it is not my fault if Hala responds. I cannot help it if my love-partner understands the speech of beasts. And I especially cannot help it if my love-partner sings songs to her son TomTom about me during bedtime neath the light of Ol' Lady Moon. I swear it cannot be helped.
Very well. Let us meet this woman of importance... let us meet this Queen...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hiiii~~!!
I am interested. Me. I will have a CS up tomorrow. Cuz I'm sleeeeeepy now. But oh! The bunny is thinking that she'd like to play a weirdo street rat type of thief charrie if that's okay?
Oh and like what kind of picture would you likeus to use for our charries? Like do you want us to use anime/manga-ish pics? Do ya?! Do ya?!
K, thanks. ~Later~~!!OP
Welcome, welcome! :D So glad to see people joining! And yes, Bunnita, that's fine. Anyone willing to fight for the cause really wouldn't be turned away. And as far as pics go, it can be any kind really, I'm not picky as some people find it easier to find a picture that fits their characters using anime and others prefer life like photos. If it seems more people use the anime, I might ask for it, just to be consistent.
And yea, it's late here too. Er, early. Like 2 am. I need to go to bed XD
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%20unknown1%20as%20Marco%27s%20gunman.jpg "Krager Corbray")
(Couldn't find a fitting anime picture. Sorry, boss. :( )
Name: Krager Corbray
Age: 46
Gender: Male
Personality: Krager is, for the most part, a just and honorable man, firm but fair in his dealings with his subjects. His belief is that power is a responsibility rather than a privilege, and he is quick to remind other lords and ladies of this whenever he sees the common corruption in the noble houses. He has a great love for his family (With the exception of his deceased eldest son for obvious reason) and those that serve under him, and has been known to challenge knights to duels for grave insults to his servants. Aside from this, he is depenable, holds a digust for sham and a contempt for pettiness.
Role/Title: Noble, Lord of Karthwasten, the hold Farthing belongs to (If that's cool. If not I'll edit right away.)
History: There isn't too much to be said about Krager. Born the eldest son to Barnabus Corbray, he was grew admiring his father for the deeds he had done on the battlefield and his just ruling of his hold. All of his childhood and teenage years were spent emulating his father and preparig for when he would next rule. Against most holds' traditions he married a common woman, a blacksmith from Farthing, with his father's blessing and with her sired four sons. Sadly his wife passed from a stroke only months after he took up his father's title after his death.
In the next few years he gained some large amount of fame and infamy when, after discovering his eldest son had made a habit of raping village girls in secret, he beat the beat the boy to death in full view of his squire and master-at-arms. shouting "I'll have a corpse for an eldest before I have a fucking rapist as my heir!". Some nobles decried him as a murderer and fool, while others, along with a huge portion of his peasants, proclaimed him a pillar of justice in his lands. Upon Ovorion's usurping of the throne, Krager was among the first nobles to call for rebellion, and since then his soldiers have been fighting the traitors to a lopsided stalemate, only barely managing to keep them from Farthing, and the heir to the throne.
Anything extra: Karthwasten's primary trade stock is cider, apples and pigs. Just for why not?
OP
No, having him in charge of the hold is fine. The world aside from what I've laid out is up for manipulation. The joys of it being a fantasy world. And it's fine that's it's not anime. Images are after all simply so we can put a face to voice. :) Overall, I see nothing wrong with it, so accepted!
OP
Little side note- the roles of the two knights, the captain, and the princess are also available to be played if anyone wants them. If not, I'll use them as NPCs
I've been unexpectedly busy, but I think I'll have some time to put up my character. I'm curious though, what kind of magic is used here? How does the general public feel about mages?
My character is a Mage, so I'd like to get a little bit of background on how they're thought on.
Dragonbud SPACE ACE
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I have a character who might work for this rp, she is a younger servant type character.
> I have a character who might work for this rp, she is a younger servant type character.
I'm sure that would work. If you wanted to, the Queen's younger sister is also available.
OP
With this particularly country being a smaller one, there a fewer mages and people tend to be a little wary if the first learn about the person is that they're a mage, rather than some other aspect of them, but there's not like a generic hate of them. It's just something this country isn't as well read up on so non-mages aren't as understanding I suppose is the way to put it.
And yes you are right, the servant should work fine, so long as they aren't like so young that them wielding a weapon and participating in battle isn't really a hard concept to grasp. But, if they can hold their own in a fight, why not?
Also, I understand busy. I'm a middle school English teacher. This is my escape when I can find the time to get there lol
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> T_T
Urmugurds! Dun be sads sanachan, pleeeease! The bunny still here, k?! I'mma just busy with a new girlie and new work! Swears I'm still in! I'mma just look for a proper pic is all. But yeah, I gots this charrie in muh head, k? i swear Bunnita will have at least a quick sketch of muh thievy-type tonight, k?> Lurvs yer idea! Jusr busy is all!!!
The bunny will work on a charrie and post tonight/!!!! Swears it!!!! ~BOING!!!~<3<3!!!!!!!
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Man...hope this picks up soon. Its a promising idea.
**Name:** _Orion De'Laflour_
**Age:** _25_
**Gender:** _Male_
**Personality:** _True to his word, and not at all modest, Orion is a devoted and lighthearted young Mage. He has a habit of saying exactly what's on his mind, or how he feels, regardless of the consequence. His witty remarks are equally paired with intelect of years training under the circle of Magi._
**Role/Title:** _Mage_ | _Born in Analia, one of the most magical territories in the country of Gaea, Orion found himself living in the lap of noble luxury. Son to the King's advisor, Orion has been around tomes and the way of Magi for as long as he can recall._
**History:** _Quite the bumbling apprentice, Orion was constantly shadowing his father around Analia, eager to meet a new stranger and please them with his enchanting retelling's of dragons and men, clashing against the battlefield of lore. He would further excite and amaze the travelers visiting Analia by showcasing his magical abilities, first the flowers made of light, then with minor healing incantations, and finally, a show of him morphing into his spirit form. While those who watched him fawned over the young mage, he lapped up the attention like a puppy starving for a bone. Soon, his magical abilities provided him with more than just the opportunity to charm an audience. With training from his father, and other Magi from Analia and from afar, he learned how to truly become one with the magic that boiled in his blood._
_Years had been poured into his training before Orion had become a man of full respect in Analia's court. It was expected of him to follow in his father's footsteps. Expected to, at least. In the heat of summer, as the invisible waves of warmth blanketed his skin, the young mage decided to visit his steed, Neva, before the sun decided to rest and let night consume the sky. The bright flame of newly emerged dragon lilies sparkled against the cool aura of the townsfolk. The day had been long, with courtly struggles and the unbridled thirst for power from man. It was a relief, to say the least, to be out in the fresh summer air. Of course, this was before Orion found himself bloodied and ashamed, laying against the hard ground._
_Challenged to his claim as the next in line for advisor, Orion found himself unable to decline. He hadn't gotten much farther than the plaza when a power hungry, troll of a man, plodded over to him with his head held in confidence. In Analia, one could only have a hold in prestigious positions if they themselves hold power worthy of such position. Though it seemed odd, challenges never truly occurred in Analia anymore. If anyone wished to have a position out of their reach, they would contact someone with higher standings and make the move politically. Today was quite the day, indeed. Both mages had fought with the elements, fluctuating in power, each quickly becoming drained of their energy. They saw the exhaust in each other's eyes and only spurred on further with their relentless attacks. Orion using wards and ice magic. The dark haired warlock using flames the color of rage, firing it with passion. In the end, the whole plaza had evacuated the premises besides the Magister of the court - Orion's father. Beaten and worn, Orion knew only a way to stall the inevitable. He would lose this, he would lose himself._
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_The bumbling young apprentice looked up to his father, wide smile threatening to spill off of his face. "Father, I have a surprise for you!" The dark haired boy laughed as his father knelt down beside him, hand going to stroke his beard in thought._
_"Why, I wonder what this surprise might be....Might you tell me, m'boy?" His father let loose a smile of his own, crooked at the edges._
_Letting loose a small giggle, the boy clamped his tiny hands over his father's cloaked shoulders. "I'll show you, pa!" The boy let his smile fade, a deeply focused expression dawning in it's absence. Closing his tender honey coloured eyes, he began to hum softly, the tune was low and melodic, barely audible over the breeze. When his eyes opened, they were aglow with a light similar to the moon. The healing incantation was novice, and one the boy chose to use most often, if not because of the light tune required. Though, something had been added to it, a nerve calming spell that had flowed directly in with the soft melody. The tiny hands that were covering broad shoulders held a faint green orb within them, now traveling between him, and the site of contact. Knowing his father worked tirelessly with staff in tow, he figured a soothing spell might be nice._
_When the healing incantation was done and over, the boy beamed up at his father, who in turn, ruffled his hair. "You're making out to be my little wizard, aren't you?" He laughed before scooping the boy up in his arms. "With this much power, you'll make a fine apprentice. Power, the only thing you can rely on here." He set the boy down gently, before heading back towards his chambers. Just as his fingertips brushed against the door, he glanced over his shoulder at the boy. "Don't let me down, Orion."_
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_Standing with the moon at his back, and blood staining his white robe, he began to hum softly. His eyes flickering with a dance of both light and pain. Holding his side with one hand, and clinging to his staff with the other, Orion held fast. His opponent, with eyes as brown as his own, glanced over to the Magisters' presence. Perhaps it was a trick of the moonlight, but Orion thought he saw the ghost of a smile forming on those dark lips._
_Leaves clustered around them began to whirl in the air, circling around them, drawn in by the excess energy hanging in the air like the pale moon above. Drawing his staff closer to his chest, Orion prepared to cast a defensive ward around himself - his spell was interrupted by a sharp pain stabbing into his back. As Orion fell to the ground, knees catching against the pavement, he looked up at the smug victor in front of him. He co - wait... In front? That shot was a short burst spell, he should've been able to see it if it were cast from... Orion could feel his blood run cold. The only person that could've cast that was - _
_"You've let me down, son." The voice was riddled with age and filled to the brim with disdain. Orion could only blink through the haze that had swallowed him whole._
_"I've done more than what you've asked. Let me finish this, father."_
'**_Father?_**' _Orion could feel his world began to unravel itself like magical scrolls, revealing the things that would otherwise be left to the imagination. His stomach churned. He turned his disbelieving gaze to his father, his questioning stare met a cold calculating stare. With a wave of his hand, Orion's father muttered a simple worded sleep spell. Orion, too weak to resist, was easily lulled into shutting his eyes. Sleep whispered lovingly in his mind, slowing his heart to a rhythmic beat, his staff slipping out of his numb hand. Before slipping away into the abyss that called out to him, he heard brief shuffling, and a muffled voice saying: "No - It is finished. He has lost everything, why not let him live? He will be going far away from here. There is no way he will return."_
_It wasn't until he had groggily woken the next day, when Orion truly registered what had happened, and where he was being sent. As soon as he stood and gathered up his staff in his arms, it hit him like the waves hit the side of the small carrier ship. He had been beloved by all, betrayed by the one closest to him, stripped of everything. Now, he was standing on a carrier ship filled with grimy pirates and travelers, all headed to the same place; Waylock._
**Anything Extra:** [Orion's Theme](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sp7PS_UN8Lo)
> With this particularly country being a smaller one, there a fewer mages and people tend to be a little wary if the first learn about the person is that they're a mage, rather than some other aspect of them, but there's not like a generic hate of them. It's just something this country isn't as well read up on so non-mages aren't as understanding I suppose is the way to put it.
>
> And yes you are right, the servant should work fine, so long as they aren't like so young that them wielding a weapon and participating in battle isn't really a hard concept to grasp. But, if they can hold their own in a fight, why not?
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> Also, I understand busy. I'm a middle school English teacher. This is my escape when I can find the time to get there lol
Okay, thank you for the clarification.
Side note: I can only slightly understand that. I'm in High School right now, but my schoolwork comes first. My homework and basketball have both started to consume most of my life. However, I love to write, and I can learn from other people here. I figure that's a win-win.
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Also, I'd like to apologize for not putting history in a hider. My iPod is not agreeing with the coding requirements. :/
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Potentially interested.
I'm generally most fond of warrior types -- and I may consider the role of the Captain, but it sort of depends on what you're looking for in him. I'm bad at the straight-laced hero type.
Also, Monster, I can't handle Orion's moustache. It's too wonderful.
(Diggin' the Jinx GIF.)
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