I'm almost done, reached an idea for a good bio last night, then I fell asleep before I could finish it. And then this morning I went and saw Avengers 2 for the 2nd time. That movie is awesome.

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And here it is!

Appearance:
*General and head* Triton is 6 foot 3 inches, weighing in at 216 pounds. He has light tan skin. His body is muscular, well fit from the years of exercise. He has dark brown hair, short on the sides and back of his hair, with the top and bangs slightly longer which tends to be spiked in an upward position. After a normal sized forehead, he has slightly darker eyebrows, set above moderately deep set eyes. His eyes have dark eyelashes, his right a bright red, and his left is a bright orange. His nose is of average length and size, cheekbones slightly pronounced. He has thin lips, followed by a cleft, strong chin. His jaw is strong, square in shape.
*chest and arms* Wrapping around his powerful chest and back is a dragon tribal tattoo, its head on his right pectoral near his collar bone and the tail ending at his left hip. His right bicep has a tattoo circling it. On his left wrist is a plain black bracelet, with a word on a metal plate in Spanish, valiente. He is generally clothed in a plain form fitting t-shirt, light in color.
*legs* His legs are blank of tattoos, unlike his upper body. He normally wears dark colored, once again form fitting, jeans. His feet are covered with simple sneakers.

Full Name: Triton Kokes

Nickames/Alias/AKA: N/A

Age: 20

Gender: male

DOB: 1995

Occupation: student

Race: dragon

Hair Color: dark brown

Eye Color: right eye: red, left eye: orange

Height and Build: 6 foot 3 inches, athletic, muscular, but not over the top

Other Appearance: Triton's dragon form is a force to be recognized, his body thick and powerful. His height changes to be approximately 6 foot 6 inches. He also seems to grow slightly in muscular standing. Red colored scales cover the majority of his body, with his skin being an orange coloring, as well as the scales on the underside of his tail. Dark red spikes curve slightly forward from the top of his head, capable of being rammed into another. Shining white canines pass his lower jaw, approximately 2 inches in length. His jaw and mouth change slightly to form more of a maw, but still keeping more of a humanoid appearance. Spikes begin at the base of his tail, making the back side just as deadly as the front. His bat like wings generally remain tightly tucked against his back unless in flight.
He is skilled in parkour, using his speed and agility to the fullest. He is detached from others, and does not trust people easily. He fears hurting those he loves, and so refuses to get close to people, certain in his mind that it would only end in their ultimate demise.

History/bio: Born in a rather simple family, Triton Kokes was raised in the country side, becoming fast friends with his 11 year senior brother, Isaac. They did practically everything together. From very early on in his life he knew what he was. It was hard not to know. He also knew that his parents were rather old, and could possibly die while he was a child. Until then, he spent as much time as he could with his family having fun. Both of his parents were very knowledgeable in educational things, and so they were the ones to teach the two boys.

At the age of 13, his mother died. This caused a shift in the boy's behavior, despite having the knowledge of his parents probably dying. He started acting out more, a temper that had existed beforehand was becoming more prominent. He began to train himself, taking his anger out on other things as to not hurt his family on accident during an anger fit. His dad continued to reach them, but only two short years after that, he died as well. His temper increased, often having violent outbursts towards his beloved brother. For four years, Isaac put up with his antics, handling the temperamental teenager. But it all changed that one dreadful night, September the 14th, 2014.

The teenager and man were outside in the forest, wrestling with each other in there dragon forms. Over and over, the older brother was defeating Triton's anger and frustration building with each defeat. His anger reached his boiling point, and with a roar he violently attacked his brother, beating him back. Fear shone in Isaac's eyes, knowing the state of rage that has been entered. A roar escaped his maw, just has his brother turned to his human form. Isaac intended to calm down his brother, but to no avail. Fire burst from deep within Triton's chest, covering his brother in the flames, and lighting the surrounding forest on fire. Shock burst through the anger, the realization of what he had done hitting him. Sick with himself, and knowing his brother is not possibly alive, he quickly fled the area.

Months later, he emerged from his hiding, self hate and anger still residing within himself. He had learned about the Gringore academy, and signed himself up, with the hopes of learning control, as to not hurt anyone ever again.

Family/Relationships:
Mother: deceased, 7 years ago
Father: deceased, 5 years ago
Older brother: deceased, 31 years of age, fire, less then a year ago

I'll have the IC up soon! Ether tonight or Tomorrow! :D

Love everyones characters !! Super excited.

@SomeoneSomewere
Oh? Your dragon is Jensen Ackles?

I guess so haha, it was just the picture that best for my idea, which I had help from Anna in finding that picture.

I would really love to make a character for this! I really want to make a nymph character, most likely. I'm going to work on something today and submit it later. I'm really excited to get involved. :)

I'm so excited for this to start, I feel like this is going to be a great rp.

So since I was rudely interrupted making a character elsewhere when I was saving because I was busy. I shall proceed to come here and work on this Reaper of mine.

Full Name: Brianna

Nickname: Bri

Age: 17

Gender: Female

DOB: September 14, 1998

Occupation: Student

Race: Fae- Nymph

Hair Color: Blonde

Eye Color: Blue

Height and Build: 5'0'' and slender

Other Appearance: A generally childish appearance, despite her slightly older age. But typically she is mistaken for being about twelve years old by unknowing humans. A child of nature, looking at her is like looking at a wild animal. Something different and primal lurks about her, despite her wide eyed innocence. Her appearance is usually ill kept, with tangled hair, and scratches in her clothing.

History/bio: When Brianna was born, the entire community sat on edge, in silent vigil, awaiting the child. Not that Brianna was a particularly special child to the community. All children are special, after all, and they come into the world often enough that no one feels the need to be especially excited by it. But when all the women are holed up for a day and a night and the baby isn’t born yet, everyone feels fear for the mother and baby. Her mother fought to bring her into this world, and Lilia was very strong. Or at least that is what Brianna’s father told her as a child. Before her mother died, she had named her, a mother’s right. Brianna was not a common name among the nymphs, but it was an old name. A strong name. Her mother had imparted her strength to her, or at least that’s what she liked to think.

She knew that nymphs were not considered strong of spirit. Maybe it was the gift of life her mother’s death gave her, maybe her name had the impact on her spirit her mother wanted; it didn’t matter. Brianna had a strong heart. A rather vapid mind, it’s true, but her heart was strong. A nymph is attuned to their home. A nymph will never leave the place they are born. At least, not usually by choice. But sometimes life doesn’t offer you choices.

Her life there was wonderful. After time, memories fade, but more than anything, she remembered her home being the lake. There wasn’t a minute of any of her days she didn’t spend wading in the water, jumping after frogs, learning to talk to fish. She had friends, she had her family, she had her home. For years, nothing out of the ordinary happened. The life of nymphs, you see, is not typically a life of great excitement or adventure. At least, not the kind that would appeal to others. Every day was an adventure to Brianna and her friends, even the days they just floated in the water for hours, staring at the sun. Their days were about pleasure. Coaxing lily pads to grow, talking with the fish, when they had anything interesting to say. Life was simple, but it was beautiful.

Unfortunately, men have a habit of destroying things that don’t belong to them. It was probably some contractor, filling in the lake to make room for condos. The forest around the lake was flattened as well. Her father, the last of her family, died from the shock of it. He was older, more frail. Many others didn’t last long either. The lake had been their home for too long for them to survive the loss. A few fled from their home, hopefully finding new places to attune to. But in the panic and death, no one thought of the child that wasn’t theirs to look after.
Nymphs are not always capable of successfully transplanting to a new environment. But children have more flexible minds and souls and sometimes the miraculous happens. Alone, crying, unseen by the humans busily destroying everything in sight, Brianna waited to die with her home. And she probably would have died, but someone came. They told her later, at the school where they knew about such things, that it was a fairy. She was probably only passing by, but she heard a child crying. So she took the child to the only place where such a creature might stand a chance at recovery: Gringore Academy.

They had experience with such things there, or at least as much experience as anyone can have with such an unlikely situation. But they at least knew nymphs, even if ten years old was terribly young to be an actual student. That was alright though, because they had a hard enough time getting her to attend the lessons they felt she needed. But they healed her and they helped her. The forest became her home, her new home. She learned its secrets, became one with its very nature. And as you know, a nymph never leaves her home.

After her recovery, she had mostly left the Academy, preferring to spend her time in the woods. After all, a nymph spends her entire life still learning new things about her home every day. They had told her there would always be a place for her, but she was simply not suited for regular life. Paying attention for long periods of time was not exactly one of her strongest skills. So for many years, the school and its occupants neither saw nor heard from her as she kept to herself in the forest.

What drew her out of her hiding, after so many years, was the loneliness. Nymphs are meant to live in groups, in families. As long lived as they are, and as emotionally simplistic, it took Brianna many years to isolate the feeling. But even once she recognized the longing for others like her, she knew there were no others. At least, not within reach. But the Academy had always been a figure in her landscape, just outside of reach. And even though there might not be nymphs there yet, there might be friends.

Family/Relationships: None currently

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Age: Unknown

Gender: Agender; Female by birth. Pronoun - she, they.

DOB: Unknown

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Race: Reaper

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As GM I owe you all an explanation as to why I didn't get the IC going yesterday as I said I would.

Yesterday I had been working on the IC OP, and I must say it was some of my best work. I was more then half way done when I decided to take a brake and watch some netflix. After two episodes of 'bobs burgers' I wanted to get back to finishing up the IC post. As I went up to click the roleplayerguild tab on my browser...I clicked the X. To sum it all up, all my work, everything I spent like 7 hours writing was gone. I literally started banging my head against my desk. Frustration, anger, sadness, defeat, etc. was all I was feeling for the rest of the day, and most of this morning.

Anyway I apologize, and I will start working on the IC now, and I hope to get it up today.
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@ViolentViolet your CS is not...complete... :D jk I'm pretty sure you did that as a saving spot kinda thing?

@Emma
Yeah I had to go to bed and didn't want to save it on my stick. I'll finish it either tonight or tomorrow, though I'll work on it at least.

Yay I've been accepted! I'm really excited for this to start. I already have pieces of an idea for a second character, but I really want to see everyone in action first. :) Thanks for letting us know about the problem. I was a little worried when the IC didn't go up. I hate it when work doesn't save like it's supposed to. It's always a real bummer.

It took me pretty much all day to write up the history portion of my sheets. Hope they're acceptable.

Name: Rebecca "Bec" Waterson

Age: 18

DOB: 11/4/96

Female


Height and Weight: 5 foot 5, 140 lbs.

Student

Race: Witch (Specializes in Mortifero)

Bio: The Watersons have lived in the Montaville/Tellmore area since the Revolutionary War, always using their power to help the local humans. Rebecca lived a fairly uneventful life until her tenth birthday, when her parents deemed her finally fit to start practicing magic herself. She took to magic like a duck to water, particularly necromancy.

At the age of twelve, she performed her first séance, calling up the spirit of her grandmother Molly, who'd died just days before she was born. The two had a long, amicable chat, and even today, they still speak once a week. When her supernatural friends ask her about it, she says that just because Molly's passed on is no reason not to talk to her.

Two months ago, Rebecca decided to try her first resurrection, attempting to bring back her pet turtle Shelly. She made the effort without any input from her parents, drawing the glyphs and performing the ritual herself. It failed miserably, and subsequent attempts at the feat have met with a similar lack of success. She's become hellbent on performing the feat, knowing that doing so would prove herself as a master of Mortifero magic.

Recently, she signed up as a freshman as Gringore. Part of it was to get better at magic in general, part of it was to try to learn what she was doing wrong with her reanimations, and part of it, to be honest, was to get away from her parents. After all, she is a teenager who wants to spread her wings.

Family: Michael Waterson: Father, Naturalis witch, age 45
Sarah Waterson: Mother, Propheta witch, age 43

Is this RP going to get up and running or has it completely fizzled?

I was wondering the same thing.

I hope it starts up, I was really excited for this.

Maybe it like a little out of place (just a little, like fractionally) but maybe, just like maybe, we should just go ahead and start this RP? I mean all credit to @Emma for starting this RP but I'm really excited to start and maybe things would be easier for everyone if we just sort of got the ball rolling and like she could take over again from there.

Yeah that may have been overstepping bounds a little (but just a little DX ) more than I shoulda but like still. I mean maybe by now the interest for this has just dwindled away completely? Is there anyone out there? Will I receive naught but echoes back from this?

I'm still out here, though if someone decides to start this up without Emma, I won't be able to play until my character is approved (so until Emma does it...)
I'm assuming that something happened to Emma's ability to get online, as it has been almost as long since the last approved character as Emma hasn't been online.

I'm here and still really attached to this rp idea, however I'm newish to this site (about a month now) and I'm not super familiar with the rules. If it's fine and as long as Emma can take back over when she comes back, I'd be happy to start this game.

Who would moderate it in Emma's stead?

@ramblingbard I think your profiles look good and are very well written. I feel like Jackson and Ariel would have been accepted. I don't know what to do about that. :(