Magic doesn't exist.
At least, that's what you were told, right? It's what you've believed in for your entire life: magic only exists, and will only exist, in movies, video games, television shows, and books. The truth of the matter is that you've been fed a blatant lie.
Magic has been dead for as long as anybody can remember. A long time ago, mages from all over the world had an unanimous agreement to seal magic away from the grasp of man. These supernatural powers were far too dangerous for humankind to have; humans would always be hateful, greedy, and full of spite, and so to prevent future wars and bloodshed, the mages decided that it would be best if they did not let anyone get their hands on such destructive powers. With the removal of magic from the world, the fantastic beasts of the realm also vanished. Merlin's Nomicon, the catalyst they used to bind the magic away from the grasp of man, was hidden where nothing or no one could find it.
You must be looking at me like I'm crazy. In fact, you must be wondering why the hell I'm telling you all of this. You're just a guy or lady that lives in Darkwell, a small town on the west coast. You might be someone who works in a cafe. Someone who goes to Darkwell Community College. Someone who just sits around all day, drinking, or smoking, watching television, playing video games, or whatever.
Well, I'm here to tell you that you're in great danger.
Got your attention now, haven't I? Before you ask, no, you can't run away from it. There's nowhere that you can hide that he can't find you. Who is he, you're asking? That's a question for another time. All that you have to know is that he found Merlin's Nomicon, and he's opened it. You're a magus now, don't you know? That's what happens when magic runs rampant. Dragons come back from the dead. Werewolves stalk the street at night. That, and random, innocent people are bound to get drawn into a whole damn mess.
You might already know that you have powers. You might have no idea what the fuck I'm talking about. But know this-- you are in danger. From him. From others. From yourself.
You are a citizen of Darkwell, and your life has been normal until now. Suddenly, you're afflicted with magical powers that you can't necessarily control. This all happened after you were bedridden with a raging fever that you thought might kill you. You have no idea how you got these powers, or even what to do with them. You might keep them hidden. You might use them for your own benefit. Who knows?
You are a citizen of Darkwell, and you've noticed that things haven't been the same the past month. Reports of rabid dogs tearing people to shreds at night and strange creatures lurking around corners constantly reach your ears. You may have powers, but judging from the things happening around you, you may not be the only one in this situation.
Hey! It's ya chick, Ambra, back at it with another RP! I can't wait to write this with those who are interested, but of course, there are rules for those who wish to participate in this game!
Please, be active. Don't disappear without a word! If you post here, that means you are making a commitment to the game. Don't say you're interested and then leave. I'm also asking you to be at least 18 years of age in order to write this out with us.
Also, please listen to the GMs-- we don't want to offer you as a sacrifice to Mahz.
As a note, I'm not accepting faceclaims or realistic portraits for appearances. Anime pictures only-- at the same time, I don't want the big-eyed cutesy characters to make an appearance either.
THIS IDEA HAS BEEN CREATED BY ME, THUS IT IS MINE. This idea stems from a novel that I am currently writing, therefore it is my baby.
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