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Freya

Name: Freya Amillis

Age: 15

Element: Light

Personality:
She is gentle, kind, light-hearted and very optimistic. She sees the kindness and beauty in everyone she meets. She loves to make everyone smile whether by performing a song or telling a joke. Whenever someone is feeling sad, she's always there to provide emotional support. Music has become a part of her life so you may see her occasionally humming, singing, or nodding her head on a music she's playing on her head. She is graceful but she's not afraid to get her hands dirty. She is as brave as she is kind: she never shows fear in front of the enemy and will fight to the very end to protect her loved ones.

History:
Freya is the eldest daughter of Sandra Amillis, a world renowned songstress, and Jason Amllis, a master composer. A song made by the both of them is considered to be a work of art because of how deep and meaningful the lyrics are combined with a beautiful singing voice interpreting it. As such, Jason is also a musical player being knowledgeable and being very able to play multiple instruments, so seeing them together both on stage is truly a sight you must see and hear. Not only that, they are also adept in Light manipulation, being able to perform lightworks even while performing music on stage, a feat no one can do as successful and as beautiful as them.

Having both a reputation in the world of music, it will be very hard for people to come out of their shadows, especially their children. That is why Freya continues to do her best to be just as amazing as her parents or even greater despite being a musical prodigy herself along with her younger brother, Frey. Sandra and Jason always make sure to put family first despite their hectic schedules because they want to be with their children to see and help them grow into the people that they want to be.

Their favorite family activity? Performing for "The Home of Light", an orphanage founded by both her parents. Father and son handle the instrumentals while mother and daughter do the singing. Sandra and Jason also always make sure to have a day-off just so they can perform for the children, an act that made them loved and seen by all as a talented but very humble family. Freya loved to see the smile on the children's faces, the gleam in their eyes whenever they see them perform. These children are also Freya's inspiration on becoming a singer-composer just like her parents, so she can put a smile on everyone's faces.

Freya was sent to Elemental Academy because her parents believe it is better to learn from the experts themselves. They also want her to meet new people that will become her lifelong friends in the future.

Equipment: She wears a necklace that her family gave her for her 14th birthday.

A Truly "Gifted" Life (Ignore post count)

Vera

The moon is shining in all its glory, bathing the night with mysterious but beautiful light. Despite its eerie yet magical glow, the moon is a sign of the hunt where predators of the night come out of their den to find food. Those who wander the Ashlands during this time would be considered brave or simply foolish. Whatever they may be, one thing's for certain: one of them is going to die. Tonight, however, the predators have found their prey and they're going in for the kill.

Standing alone in the middle of field is a beautiful girl, eyes closed while bathing herself in moonlight. The soft breeze of the cool night chills her yet she longs for it. It may be weird for a young woman to adore the moon and long for the night but she does not care about the norms of the society. After all, what kind of society do the Ashlands even have? Sometimes she thinks about the people living in such a place and survive an entire day without being attacked by the hostile outside forces. She waved her head. What is she even thinking? It is a waste of time to think about people who do not even think about you. In these lands, it is either to kill or to be killed; the soft-hearted will be the first ones to perish.

"Well well, who do we have here?"

She exhales softly. Her quiet and peaceful night seems to have passed its time limit. She does not have to open her eyes to know that the man who spoke is at her five o'clock.

"What a gorgeous flower you are! Care to join us love?"
"Yeah, we'll make sure to give you a night you won't forget."

Hm, it seems they are two now. Without one's gift, one can definitely tell that both men are drunk based on the slurs whenever they speak and the shuffling of their feet on the ground. Perhaps they are too drunk to even stand upright. Like most drunk men the young woman knew, they will immediately find an unlucky lady to mess with and rob her of her womanhood. She used to hear tales of women being raped by drunk mercenaries as a way of relieving oneself due to the stress of their missions and, when the men are satisfied that they have fulfilled their duties, they would throw the poor women away like a child to its broken toy.

Toy...? Aah, yes. It has been a while.

"Would you like for me to sing you a song first?", the young woman said without facing the two men. Smiling deviously, one of them said, "Sure beautiful. After your little concert, we're gonna make you scream". They both laugh their lungs out like there's no tomorrow.

The young woman smiles. She takes a deep breath and sings.

The first minute she sings of the marvelous beauty of women, captivating the hearts of many men. The way their hair flows when blown by the wind, their soft hands lingering on your skin with every touch, their delicate bodies yearning for your warmth. The men begin to space out with their mouths open, easily falling into the young woman's spider web thanks to their drunken stupor that makes easier to trick. They occasionally giggle at themselves; whatever they see in their mind when she is singing must be quite the spectacle. Not satisfied with her work, she continues to sing of the beauty of carnal pleasure, further igniting the men's infernal desire for a woman's touch.

She continues to do so for three minutes. When she stopped, she commanded final order without looking at the men:

"Make love until your last breath".

The two men, now breathing heavily due to the amount of lust in their bodies, begin to kiss each other ravenously. The young woman laughs merrily. It seems they are right: this is a night they will never forget.

Just like that, predators have become prey. The survivor, a woman with pink hair and bright blue eyes, looks at the moon one last time before making her way back home. After all, she does hate to make him wait.

A Truly "Gifted" Life (Ignore post count)

Vera

Full Name: Vera

Nicknames/Aliases: V; Siren; Flower of the Wastelands; The Lost Angel

Age: 20

Gender: female

Gift: voice manipulation and "charmspeak"

Loyalty: She lives for herself and for Koto, her family.

Description: Anyone who sees Vera would describe her as purely beautiful, so much that they will never think she is an Ashlander because of her looks and complexion. Her fair skin, bright blue eyes, and long pink hair are her defining features.

Personality: Vera is very much the opposite of the stereotypical Ashlander traits: she is always calm, soft-spoken, and graceful. People often mistake her as emotionless because she always wears a "poker face"-like expression and is both honest and straightforward. Despite all these, she is a courageous, brave, and loyal woman to the people who will love and accept her as their own. Overall, she is a very kind person and will stay that way until she is faced with a person who intends to hurt her loved ones. If she does, her beautiful face and angelic voice will be the last things you'll see and hear in your life.

Skills: Vera has the power to freely manipulate her voice in any way she wants: she can copy the voice of other people, animals, and even sound effects such as explosions, gunfire, static, thunder, and more. She can determine illusions and psychic-induced hallucinations from reality just by listening to their voices, as she can determine which is real from the fake ones. Offensively, she can use her Gift as a supersonic cry that blows people away from her and be deaf and dazed for a short time. If her voice is raised on a higher module, she is able to crack glass and destroy stones to rubble.

Additionally, Vera can persuade people into doing her bidding by just talking to them; it also applies to when she sings. Her talent in singing is a more powerful medium for her persuasion because everyone likes a good music. It is also advantageous for her when in combat as singing is a fighter that will least expect in battle, taking them by surprise and making them unable to defend themselves mentally. The more the listener is infatuated by her, the more they are susceptible to her persuasion.

Life as an Ashlander is hard and rough on its own. People who live in the wastelands are cunning and will do anything to survive, making them highly unpredictable. Because of this, Vera has learned to read people based on their mannerisms, expressions, gestures, and especially the difference in the tone of their voice. She is very agile and quick to adapt to the enemy and their battlefield, though she really prefers to avoid any pointless bouts as much as she can. She is also a skilled thief thanks to her charming beauty and Gift, making her the least person you would mistake as a burglar.

Weaknesses: In order to copy a person's and an animal's voice as well as a sound effect, she actually has to hear them personally. Of course, the biggest weaknesses of her Gift are when the person she's tricking with cannot understand the language she is speaking, wearing earphones or other objects that can block out sound, deaf, mentally on guard, has a huge amount of willpower, or is either too intelligent to outsmart or too dumb to understand what she is saying. Ultimately, in order for others to believe in what she's saying, she has to believe it herself as well. One example is ordering her loved ones to kill themselves: she can't make them do the act as Vera herself is against with what she's making them do, making the persuasion ineffective and useless. In fights, she is really weak against opponents who are physically stronger and bigger than her.

Lastly, Vera may be able to persuade the mind, but she can never persuade the heart.


Brief History: None.

That's what Vera thinks of whenever she wants to remember her past. No matter how hard she tries, she's always drawing a blank. Along with the effort of remembering comes the feeling of uneasiness: she finds it really odd for her to completely forget her childhood even though she has good memory herself. In this age where the Gifted is the majority of the population of the whole world, she drew a conclusion that whoever did this to her is afraid of what Vera knew in the past. However, she's also baffled that she can remember her name, a song, and her birthday. Once a year, a comet comes close to the earth, illuminating the night sky with its pink and golden lights. It always happens in a specific day in a year but Vera can absolutely tell that the day the comet would come is her birthday. She does not know if these things were forgotten by the doer to erase or left it mercifully for her to remember, but she knows deep in her heart that these three valuable possessions of hers will the keys to unlock her past.

Since she was young, she would always sing her heart out whenever she is alone venturing in the middle of the night. Those who can hear her song but cannot see hear can tell that the singer is in grief, longing for something she couldn't achieve, or has lost something valuable in her life. Those who heard her spoke about their experiences to others until the rumor of a 'lost angel' has been spread all over the Ashlands. Until this day, no one knows who and how The Lost Angel looks like. Those who have seen Vera but have no knowledge of her Gift described her as being as beautiful as a blooming flower in a desert which is also how people started calling her the 'Flower of the Wastelands'.

Even as a child, she knew how harsh and cruel life in the Ashlands can be. She learned to trust and be attached to nobody since that "incident". That all changed until she met Koto Wolfram. They were hostile to each other at first, but it seems like Fate willed them to meet again. In time, they became inseparable. She has found loving and acceptance in Koto that she didn't get from anybody. At last, her wish to have a family came true, and she will do anything in her power to protect her family.

Overlord : Advent of the Gods

Hello fellow humans. Just wanted to tell y’all that I might be not active tom due to All Saint’s Day. Yeah that’s all. Pizza is life.

A Truly "Gifted" Life (Ignore post count)

Hey guys, are you still accepting by any chance?? :)

Gods: Redux: a Deity RP (FULL)

I'll drop a cs here within the day so I won't forget it. btw dibs on the Love domain :)

Overlord : Advent of the Gods

= LIBRARY, MAGICIAN'S GUILD, BRIGHTWING CITY =

@BurningDaisies@IceHeart

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Yeah, I'm drawing a blank here.

I couldn't understand a single word in all these books. Some of them have colorful and bright covers while the others are a little torn; majority of them are worn out, as if they're as old as the city itself. I tried to call on every inch of my power, taking inventory of any available spells that I can use in the situation I'm in. Alas, all of my spells can only control the wind and the weather which is pretty awesome in other times, but not on this one. December and Danielle sure are lucky to have very loyal servants beside them at all times. I made a mental note to create my own servant whenever I have available time in the future.

I moved over the section of the library that's near to an open window. Perched on it is a bird with blue feathers on its abdomen, black-colored wings, and a big red spot on its head. It's pecking something on the windowsill, which I later found out was actually bird seeds that someone may have given to it. I scanned the rows of books, desperate to find something that I can show to the rest of the team. When I still couldn't find anything, I exhaled loudly and the sound of shushes filled the library. I mumbled an embarrassed sorry at a person near me who looks like he's trying to shoot lasers out of his eyes.

"I. Hate. My. Life.", I said as I softly banged my head a couple of times on a wall, careful of not making any unnecessary noise to disturb the others. I glanced at the bird perched on the window, still pecking at its bird seeds. Judging from its appearance, I'd say it's roughly a year and a half old (don't ask me how I can determine a bird's age, I don't know how I knew it either). It may look a bit grumpy but I silently prayed to Abares that it's as approachable and friendly as the last two birds that I met.

I warily approached the bird, careful not to disturb it. "Uhm, hi! Hello there!", I said softly to the bird. "My name is-"

"Scram hybrid", he said. What I didn't understand is that it used the word hybrid almost as an insult like how some ignorant, small-minded, and pathetic people I know on Earth would use the "n" word.

I breathed in and out. Oh boy.

"Good sir, I would just want to ask you if you can understand what the texts on this book means", I randomly picked a book and showed it to the bird.

"O'course I can! I ain't dumb!", he said. "But I ain't gonna give my aid to hybrids such as you. Besides, only real magicians can have the full right to use the guild's library. Try-hard magician wannabes..." He returned to his pecking after that.

It took all my willpower not to strangle the mean bird with my talons. I softly laughed, which got the attention of the bird, and told him, "So only real magicians have the right can use the library right? I hope this would suffice". I looked outside the window, put the book beside the bird, turned my gaze at the clear, cloudless sky, and chanted silently. Thunder boomed at the distance, and soon dark, heavy clouds slowly covered the skies. Bolts of lightning crackled within the clouds. Dry leaves, dust, and other materials started to create a mini whirlwind that will soon become a tornado. Weirdly though, no wind is blowing inwards the library despite the windows being open, as if the library is magically enchanted to be protected from the outside elements.

"O-o-okay, okay, cut it out. I-I get it, you're a true magician. Y-you can stop now, please just stop now. You're s-scaring the others", he stammered. I turned my head. The other people inside the library seemed to notice the sudden appearance of a storm outside. Their expressions turned into a mix of shocked and scared as they slowly realized that I'm the one causing the storm.

I smiled back serenely at the bird and mockingly curtsied. "I am glad I have met your expectations." With just a flick of my wing, the storm dissipated instantly, the sky becoming clear and cloudless again. Relief is evident to the people inside the library, avoiding my gaze whenever I looked at them. Mr. Laser Eyes didn't look at me the same way again; one can argue that he's regarding me with awe now.

I turned my attention back at the bird. "So," I said with a sneer and my eyebrow raised while picking up the book, "will you help me now?"

He shuffled his feathers. "As if I have a choice. Alright, let's see what you got."

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= REGNOPHOS: KINGDOM OF CLOUDS =

High and high above the skies lies Regnophos: the Kingdom of Clouds. To the east lies the golden sun and to the west is the silver moon; the colors of dusk and dawn prevailed throughout the Kingdom of Clouds as it is forever set in eternal twilight. It is here that Abares, the Sky God, resides. He can see everything around the world via the images appearing on several swirling clouds that surround him. A particular event that caught his attention is the sudden appearance of storm clouds gathering above Brightwing City. Only a fool would fail to recognize that this is a magically conjured anomaly. What's more, the god can tell on who is behind this: Himitsu.

He passed his hand towards the swirling vision and it zoomed in on Himitsu, looking outside through a window in the magical guild's library. He sees a bird talking to Himitsu. He sees the smug look on the priestess's face as she saw how it frightened the bird. The god thought that the bird does not believe she is a powerful magician, so she conjured the storm as a definitive proof of her abilities.

"Greetings, great and noble sky god Abares."

He suddenly looked west, where the silver moon is eternally trapped in moonrise. A wisp made of violet and blue clouds floated towards the god. Even if the apparition does not show any expressions, its voice is full of goading.

YOU ARE NOT WELCOME IN MY DOMAIN, DELUBIYO.

The apparition laughed mockingly. "Oh please, Abares, I am not welcome anywhere as long as you are there. Besides, I came to discuss very important matters to you."

It floated above the vision where Himitsu is being talked to by the bird. "My, my, is this my new loyal subject? She seems very powerful, promising even, unlike your other priestesses."

YOU WILL NOT SPEAK OF HER THAT WAY. SHE IS DIFFERENT FROM THE OTHERS. SHE IS SPECIAL.

"OF COURSE SHE IS, JUST LIKE WHAT YOU SAID ABOUT THE OTHERS!", the wisp jeered. Despite being made of clouds, it began to glow in violet light, purposely doing this to taunt the sky god. "You told them they are the chosen ones, feeding them with lies that they are the key to defeating the impending evil, and fill them with false hope. And you have spoken highly of these fair maidens, saying that they can resist the influence of the incoming darkness, yet they remain loyal to the death to me."

Abares floated to the other visions. The wisp followed the god to a vision showing two villages at war with each other, far from Brightwing City. "When will we stop this nonsense, Abares? No matter how special or powerful you think your priestesses are, if they cannot resist my temptations, they are worthless compared to the darkness."

The sky god looked east, where the golden sun is set in eternal sunrise, bathing the clouds in golden light. BECAUSE I DO NOT LOSE HOPE, DELUBIYO, the god said. I BELIEVE IN THE PROPHECY. IT HAS NEVER FAILED THE GODS BEFORE AND IT WILL NOT FAIL US NOW.

They both turned towards the vision where Himitsu is. Knowing that she won, she asked the bird for its help and it reluctantly agreed. After a few moments of talking, Himitsu's eyes began to widen in surprise.

"I do hope this is the one, Abares. Remember your oath, if you fail this time..."

I KNOW. I DO NOT FORGET, AND I ALSO DO NOT LOSE FAITH. SHE IS THE ONE.

The glowing apparition laughed, like it is seeing an adorable puppy playing with a toy. "You really haven't changed a bit, dear brother. You're still a stubborn, hard-headed, little brat. How adorable you are still." The apparition dissipated, leaving behind its amused laughter.

The sky god sighed and turned back to the silver moon. TIME HAS CHANGED US IN DIFFERENT WAYS, the god said absently, YOU OF ALL BEINGS SHOULD KNOW THAT, SISTER.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Hola, mi amigos, amigas, and everything in between.

1.) Four words: mother-freaking school and sorry. Hell Week has already passed, just a few exams and a project and I will be free all the time every time I get home from school. ^u^

2.) To whom it may concern, I would like to be a part of Dragon Fang but I have no clue on what city is it in. Can someone tell me where it is?

3.) I am fairly new to this kind of thing and I would like to know more about how to type and input stuff in here. For instance, how do ya put gifs in here?

4.) Pizza is life.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Ikki Yamanaka sat under a dead tree and put his satchel and guitar at his side. From his satchel, he brought out bread he has bought from the village he just passed from. After helping the baker's daughter fully heal from a dangerous fever, the parents of the girl showed so much happiness for what Ikki has done and gave him their finest breads as a sign of gratitude. Seeing the parents hug their now healthy daughter made him miss his family back home. He was grateful that the disease of the young girl wasn't near death yet, for he doesn't know how to help her parents if he was too late. If there's anything that his magic cannot heal, it is the pain of the heart. His neighbors back at home used to come to him for such problems, asking him to take away the pain they have felt from the departing of their loved ones whether by physically leaving or by death's hand. He hates disappointing anyone who is relying on him for so much.

One time, he ran crying to his parents, asking them on why he feels useless that can't he heal his friend's pain from the death of her father. His parents would look at him with melancholic smiles, while his father would say, "Our magic can only do so much, my son. We can heal their souls and bodies, but we cannot take heal their heart."

"W-w-why i-is that?", Ikki would say while crying.

His mother cupped her hands on her little son and said, "Because, little cherry blossom, we cannot influence the heart to forget, to heal, and to move on in an instant. Our hearts are the only piece of ourselves that are as limitless as the universe itself. The only one who can heal a broken heart is the person itself. I am very sorry we cannot explain it any further than we can, but what we can promise you, my son, is that all of this you can understand when the right time has come."

His parents would hug him afterwards. Indeed, he didn't understand a thing they've said, but they have kept their promise. He finally understood why he cannot heal a broken heart, but it didn't stop him from giving all of power in helping others.

He leaned back at the tree and looked up. Clouds have filled the morning sky and the sun peeks through whenever there's a hole through the clouds. He closed his eyes and meditated, reminiscing every moment he has made since leaving home. Months of travelling can make an adventurer such as himself become really tired. He began to smile at himself. He's officially become an adventurer! He used to hear about such people only from her parent's storytelling back when he was young. Travelling across the great desert, climbing the tallest mountains, exploring the deepest caves, battling ferocious monsters: that's the life for him. What he loves most about being an adventurer, however, is the people you meet along the way. He's always so fascinated to meet people of different culture and ethnicity, for he believes it will help him become a better person and have a more grand perspective of the world around him. Even if he has met various obstacles and troubles along the way, he has overcome them all with patience and virtue, two of the precious family values of the Yamanaka Clan.

He breathed in the fresh air. Finally, he got his ukulele and tuned it. He acquired the instrument when he spent his days with a travelling band. They were always so merry, laughing and sharing jokes around a campfire while eating. When they performed in a city, Ikki would always look at them and be amazed by how they can put smiles on the faces on everyone that would watch them. Even they themselves would laugh while they are performing, showing the townspeople that if there's always a chance for you to be happy, take that chance.

When he left the merry group, the leader decided to give him his ukulele as a token of gratitude and respect, and also to not let Ikki forget about them. In return, Ikki gave them one of the chimes that adorned his clothes as a reminder that he will be eternally grateful for the time they've spent together. A few tears were shed, but in the end they all bid farewell to each other with smiles on their faces, knowing that they would meet again one day.

Satisfied that his ukulele is on tune, he began to play it. Days of practicing playing this instrument really paid off, and Ikki is proud to call himself a professional ukulele player, if that's what you call it. Going along with the music, he began to sing:

"The sun is shining, full of light,
It makes our smiles shine as bright.
See all the vibrant flowers bloom,
It will wipe away all your gloom.

There's more to life than what meets the eye,
Our dreams of tomorrow exceeds the sky.
Let all our hearts be filled with love,
Love that reaches the stars above."

His parents would often praise him of having a beautiful voice, describing it as if life could sing, that would be it. He would always sing in the festivals of his hometown and the townspeople would marvel at his beautiful singing. This time though, he channeled his magic through his singing, and at the end of his song, he chanted. "Let my gratitude reach you dear tree. Live and prosper for a hundred years more. Arc of Life: Rejuvenation!"

Gold-colored energy swirled around the dead tree along with sakura petals. Its dark coloration began to turn into a healthy brown and leaves started to grow once more from its branches. Finally, the golden energy dispersed and the sakura petals settled on the ground around it, showing the majesty of the once dead tree. It grew bigger and taller than before, and anyone near it can feel the life emanating from the plant.

Satisfied with his work, he began to pack his things to leave when he heard a loud snap from a distance. Birds flew in panic from the source of the sound and Ikki quickly rushed to the place. When he got there, he saw a peculiar looking rabbit, its leg caught in a trap. Ikki could clearly see the creature writhing in pain. Acting quickly, he looked around the area for hunters and approached the creature with his knife in hand. He dismantled the trap as fast as he could without causing the creature more pain. When the rabbit was released, it's still in shock from the pain on his leg. Ikki put down his hand on the bunny's torso while his other hand hovering atop the wound on it's leg. He said, "Don't be afraid, little one, let me help you. Arc of Life: Healing Palm."

Energy in the form of a sakura flower bloomed on the wound while golden energy surrounded the whole leg of the rabbit. When it is done, the sakura and the golden energy dispersed, leaving behind the rabbit's leg fully healed like nothing has happened. Delighted, the rabbit jumped and, much to his surprise, flew around Ikki. He hasn't noticed before, but the rabbit is no ordinary rabbit for it has wings!

The flying rabbit nuzzled against Ikki and he laughed while stroking its fur. "You are welcome my friend. You are quite a fascinating creature yourself."

He heard shouting from a distance. No doubt those were the hunters who set the trap for the rabbit which caused it to be wounded. Alarmed, he turned to the creature. "Quickly my friend, fly away! It's too dangerous here!"

The flying rabbit didn't flew away. Instead, it settled on the ground and moved closer to Ikki. "Do you want to come with me?" The rabbit nuzzled him in response. "Alright, let's make a break for it. Go!"

Ikki ran away on the opposite direction of the incoming hunters while the rabbit flew at his side, his long pink hair trailing behind him. One thing about Ikki is his also a fast runner. Covering a few distances away from his foes is easy as pie for him. Fortunately, the rabbit seemed to quite fast in flying as well. As they fled, a nearby city began to appear in the distance. "Come on, my friend! To the city!"

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Additional hours of sleep: +3

Overlord : Advent of the Gods

@Shioban At least you came back, and that's all that matters ^u^