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Ello, I'm Ao. There's not much to say here. School's going to have me busy a lot of the time, so I might not post as frequently as I'd like.

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"Adrian, you didn't hurt anyone, did you?"

No, I didn't hurt anyone, Mother.

"Are you lying to me, Adrian?"

No, Mother, I wouldn't lie to you.

At the time, North Vaces was nothing but rundown and dirty. How it could be considered a kingdom was the question many Vayers often contemplated. North Vaces was isolated due to the surrounding sinkholes and dangerous underground volcanoes, not to mention numerous thieves and murderers; it wasn't safe for children to wander too far from home. Adrian was a mere child then, not appearing any older than twelve elven years. Though he was warned about the bad state of the kingdom, he was bewildered by such a thing. It was his own kingdom, wasnt it? This world he was raised in. So why could he not explore? Why could he not play? His mother would always fret, saying how much she loved and cared about him, telling him to stay inside. She promised she would play with him as long as he stayed indoors, and she begged him to study instead of digging imaginary buried treasure. Adrian's childhood was starved due to the life he was born in, but as he stood there looking his mother in the eye, he wished he hadn't lied.

He wished that he'd known then his mother would fall ill, and that he'd confessed to the things he done. Still, telling the truth would have served to change nothing. Maybe it could have changed his fate--perhaps instead of an advisor to the king, he would be servant to a blacksmith, and perhaps instead of winning a successful negotiation with South Vaces, North Vaces could have been attacked, massacred. Perhaps, if he had told the truth about throwing the stone at the boy, his father would have stayed, and if his father had stayed, perhaps his mother would not have fallen ill. Could his father's abandoning have something to do with his mothers sickness, and was everything that was happening now simply some form of karma for that lie he had told so many years ago? Adrian was no longer the brutish half-breed, but a man of composure, and as he stepped through the unfamiliar forest, he reminisced these things to keep insanity from overcoming him.

It was dark, but somehow not just dark. It was a darkness Adrian felt he could trip and fall into, a darkness that would swallow him whole and leave him unknown and forgotten. Not only that, but he was being watched as well. His footsteps were slow and hesitant, and his pale fingers pushed away any twigs that could potentially smack him in the face. His dark clothing and long dark hair made him seem to almost blend into the darkness, and he frequently glanced down to make sure that this was real, that he still existed. Adrian had no idea how he'd woken up in this place. Had he been sleep walking? Was this a prank pulled by bandits? That wouldn't be a surprise, as many bandits had played tricks on him in the past out of revenge. Although, it had never reached this extent. Was it them watching him now? The creatures with the red eyes, surely they were of no danger? If so, they would have tried to harm him by now.

Keep thinking, he told himself. He had to think about something, anything. He couldn't let himself be afraid. The moon; that was something he could think about. He could think about how there was a moon, yet it was so dark. He could think about whom the identities of the creatures could be. Henry, who thieved many times but was never caught until just last year? He could be the mastermind behind all of this. He killed and raped young women, and was currently behind bars but it was possible for orders to be sent to others out of the dungeon. Of course they'd come after a man of justice such as Adrian himself. Low-life criminals never give up. He still had his spear, so that was good, though he'd hoped he'd never need to use it. What else was there to think of? He did not wish to reminisce any longer, for there were only bad memories, so he instead glanced at the moon once more. It was big, round, and beautiful, and he was heading straight towards it.

With rising hope, his pace began to pick up speed. Perhaps there was a way out of this place somewhere up ahead. The creatures did not seem to make any advance towards him, and this realization helped him to clear his head. His right hand kept a tight grip on his spear, and he pushed forward, stepping on unknown plants and strange bugs. As the distance between the spot he had woken up at and wherever he was heading towards grew, a faint light appeared ahead. Adrian sighed in relief, almost chuckling to himself. He did not know where the light led to, but he was grateful that he'd no longer be here.

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Reaching the clearing, Adrian took a look around cautiously. There was but one building, and it appeared to be an inn or some other form of housing. Strange, what would an inn be doing here? It was no longer dark, and Adrian wondered if it had all been some kind of dream. He didn't remember waking up; he didn't even remember falling asleep. He headed toward the haven, picking a stray leaf out of his hair and tossing it to the ground, as his footsteps made hushed noises against the grass. Upon a closer inspection, the half-elf half-orc noticed that there were others already there. There seemed to be a young girl and another creature, and Adrian grimaced at the thought of having to speak with them. He had gotten used to only speaking with his king, so to talk to others he found would be a bit of a pain. Instead, he stopped in his tracks and waited, observing from afar. Perhaps someone would come out of the inn and provide some answers.
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Name: Adrian Raven
Age: 115
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Class: Half-Breed Advisor

Appearance:


Weapon(s): The only weapon Adrian carries is a lightweight spear. The end of it was carved out of thick rock, and the handle is made out of wood. A thin red ribbon is normally wrapped around it from top to bottom, to help Adrian keep a more friendly appearance.

Armor: Adrian carries no armor but a thin chest plate, with the symbol of his kingdom in its center.

Personal Trinkets: Adrian doesn't carry trinkets or any other items that may be of sentimental value.

Short History:
Adrian was born to an orcish father and elven mother, in the meagre kingdom of North Vaces [Vey-sess]. A single child, he was raised with delicacy by his mother after his father abandoned them. He had always a mind of adventure, always exploring, fighting, playing in the dirt with the other boys. As he became older, his mother caught an illness, and he began to see the prejudice in the way others treated him due to his orcish half. They saw him as the brutal man his father once was. Determined to prove them wrong, Adrian went to his king and proposed becoming his loyal advisor, whom would stand by the king and help him to make the important decisions. Of course he was rejected at first, but then he went on to study and to train his body in times of emergency, initiating battles with famous warriors, reading and writing, until the king could not deny him. For many years afterward, his position was either standing beside the king's throne, or up in the tower overlooking the castle, meanwhile aiding his mother whenever he was able. Though only an advisor, his attitude, knowledge, headstrong personality, and the favor of the king brought him much respect in his kingdom.
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Awesome!

Hopefully others will join.
High Casual



Information:
For many centuries, there existed hidden tension between the two rulers of the underworld. Both brothers having come into power after their father had become "ill", the young demons put on a friendly air when in the same room, but are very much at odds seated in their opposing throne rooms. Born to the once most powerful demon in the underworld, the dark princes breathe fear and chaos, inhale power, and feed off weakness. The sheer authority their dark eyes behold is enough to cause any demon to bow to them. Though the brothers are rarely ever seen in person in the underworld, their faces are always immediately recognizable. No one dare rebel against them.

The rumors started over a hundred years ago, of the brothers supposedly building up armies to intimidate each other. It was once thought of as a playful quarrel, but then morphed into something serious. Not only had the brothers began to use their "armies" to interfere with the laws of the underworld, the laws they were meant to enforce, but they had also began to interfere with the lives of the humans above.

The humans on Earth are unaware that some roaming the streets aren't as they appear to be, and who would believe that there are demons running a mock in his or her own city? In their eyes, these demons are nothing worse than nuisances, dangerous gangs at the most. These demons don't exactly blend into society, but they're to keep the title of a human until their leader tells them otherwise.



OBJECTIVE:
There isn't a detailed plan of what will happen in the roleplay as of yet. I'm thinking that if it gets enough interest, I'll simply quirk a few things, throw in some twists and turns here and there and let you guys do what you want. This does not mean that I won't be involved in the story, as I'll be playing a prince and also a few other NPCs. I'm also considering letting someone else play the other prince, but I'd most likely want a writing sample before that. Not looking for something special, just someone that can write atleast two decent paragraphs.

This is the basic plan:
1. We will be playing the members of each "gang"
2. Each gang member will follow the orders of their prince
3. Each gang member is allowed to travel back and forth between modern-day Earth and the underworld
4. By choosing numbers, the side you will be on is up to fate
5. Let's try to work up some drama between each side
6. Don't get caught by the police, the ill king, or any other form of authority
7. Powers used are expected to be kept to a minimum

Looking forward to this. More info will be added in the OOC if this gains enough interest. Any questions or suggestions will be answered asap. ;)
Hey, it's me again.

Because I'm not familiar with Persona or other things this roleplay was based on, I have a few questions. One question, is there a list of magatama, or do we kinda brainstorm it ourselves? Would any kind of hero or historical figure be accepted?

Also, I'm assuming characters do not know that they've ingested "magatama" in the beginning?

I'm a little bit confused when it comes to the weapons aswell. You would not like us to have weapons that are alike? I think you mentioned something about a limit on swords or a limit on spears. And is it possible for a character to have a "normal" item, but use it as a traditional weapon? For example, a pen or something, that won't really have any abilities but can be summoned in a time of need? And would a chainsaw count as a traditional weapon and under what category would that fall under (like a katana counts as a sword)? Last question, how will the characters come about these weapons? Do they just appear or have they always secretly had them (though that wouldn't really make sense lol)?

I apologize for not really being "in the know" about the rules and such.... Ehh, but I was planning on making a male character.
A little late, as I see you already have five people, though if someone leaves, I could be a useful replacement.

Lol, expressing my interest just in case.
I'm still here and will have a post up sometime soon, just trying to think about what I'm going to write to get my character into the action; it'll probably be a bit much, so I apologize in advance.
Adrian was not human. He had known this as a truth for most of his life. He had known that humans were powerless, yet clever creatures, whom forced his people into another land and enslaved them for the good of their own species. He had known he was not like them, in fact, had to hide from them, and he had known that it was because of them that he could never leave Elliot's house. What he did not know was what made humans so different, or what made them want to be away from other creatures. What made humans despise him? Why did they torture and mistreat his brethren? Most importantly, what could he do about it?

Only ten years of age at that time, the small elf pondered these things from his hiding space under a large tree. This large tree wasn't surrounded by many other large trees, but the dirty robes he wore allowed him a bit of camouflage. The sun was high in the sky, its rays peeking in through the green leaves of the tree and leaving stripes of light across the young elf's body. Adrian could smell the food of the humans, feeling his mouth water, and he chewed his tongue to distract himself from the hunger. A pale hand with thin fingers reached up to touch the pointed tip of his right ear, as he noticed that his brown hair had grown even longer than before, now to his shoulders with shaggy bangs falling into his face. He needed this long hair to hide his ears whenever he was spotted. Elliot had said it was crucial.

He brushed his bangs back away from his forehead, wanting a clear vision of the world around him. It wouldn't be long until Elliot was to return, and Adrian wanted to absorb all he could before he was once again trapped. As he watched a rare, dancing, blue butterfly glide awkwardly through the air, he became unaware of his surroundings, and a young adventurer came upon him.

"Hey there!" he greeted loudly.

Adrian nearly jumped out of his skin. His neck snapped around to find who may have discovered him so quickly, and his brown eyes met with a pair of sparkling blue ones. The human boy stood tall, which made Adrian believe he was a bit older than himself, and his blond waves of hair fell to a length almost as long as the elf's. His robes were a bright, clean brown, and he held a toothy grin on his face. As long he played it cool, Adrian could make it out of here safely, couldn't he? "Oh! Hello. What are you doing here all by yourself?"

"I could ask you the same thing," the boy replied, in a strange, foreign accent. "What ya doing here all by your lonesome? You don't got friends?" His eyes twinkled playfully and he leaned against the tree.

Adrian looked away, with a frown on his face. It hurt, because it was true. He had one friend, but she was a slave, so it didn't count. Besides, everyone else he had known was human, and elves couldn't be friends with humans. "I got friends," the ten-year-old replied, unknowingly somewhat micmicking the human boy's accent. "Actually, my friends are waiting for me, so I got to go." With a grunt, the elf got to his feet, but as he went to pass by the human, the other boy grabbed him by the arm.

"You don't got a name, stranger?" he asked.

"It's Adrian," Adrian mumbled hesitantly.

"Well then," the boy released him and smiled. "My name's Alekus, and I've just come here from the northern part of Merovah. I have to go aswell, but I hope to see you again, Adrian. Next time, we meet as friends." With a wink, he bounded away as quickly and as silently as he had came.
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