Benzaiten

An isekai roleplay

I'm also withdrawing my interest. I won't be able to fulfill daily post requirements and I think the style of this RP might actually not be my thing.

Good luck to everyone!

An isekai roleplay

Might wanna keep an eye on this

Ideas for that one Roleplay

- Sci-Fi Fantasy
- political conflicts
- unknown energetic cascade occurred
- everyone is shaken, scared, confused, and then there are rumors about possible war
- The appearance of the energetic cascade led to some people assuming a deity or some godlike creature had sent it - resulting in some highly religious activities that are especially strong in one country/empire/kingdom. The Savannah Imperium was noted for its advanced mechanics, physics, and mathematics, resulting in the best tech. It was destroyed by religious conflict as they opposed the idea of the energetic cascade being supernatural, they consider this to be either human-made or alien-made. We will enter the story at the point where we are either right in front of this incident or as it occurred.
- With the inner and outer conflicts on the brink of exploding people try to flee and the governments struggle with border control as people try to escape drafting and war. The outer conflict stems from a lack of transparency on both sides and the country where the cascade didn't happen think it's some kind of weapon
- After the appearance of the energetic cascade, technology was affected. At best, it's spotty or doesn't work. At worst, it becomes unsafe to use. This furthers the conflict as fast travel and fast communication with the countries affected by the cascade is spotty and hard, might even die completely depending on where we want it to go
- Thus making everything harder but especially staying up to date abt news. Planning escapes. Being in contact with family and loved ones.
- What if the energetic cascade changes something? I had different thoughts abt this. There could be certain spots - maybe historical spots? - that suddenly have these energy markings or something that leads to the government/leader sending a team to investigate that. So we have the historian, someone military, etc (think Atlantis) trying to figure out what it means and what to do all while in a political crisis with war on the verge of breaking out.
- I'm imagining the energetic cascade to be a physical thing that hangs high above like a ball of zizzling energetic... Eh... Energy
- Maybe they are very conflicting countries that are always on the verge of war. But due to the one country with the religious people who attacked the Savannah, they send a shared team to work on discovering the secrets of the energetic cascade. A team of 6 six people only. Under the radar of the other countries.

POVs
- 2 countries in direct conflict
- 6 POVs
- leader POV for the political context
- historian
- linguist
- medical/military
- 2nd military
- physicist
- [this is classified]

Name Change

Hello!

I've been on here for a few years and back then I was at a loss of a name and picked the one I chose for my first Character I submitted to a roleplay on here. However, now that I know I am trans I cringe every time I read that name.

I'd like to change my name to Benzaiten please.

R-Evolution

I might wanna throw my hat into this.

Teraven Kinsky

T E R A V E N

_______________________________________________ Teraven Sanity Persephone Kinsky _______________________________________________ November 29th | 29 | White/Caucasian _______________________________________________ Single | ♂/♀ - non-binary | Pansexual _______________________________________________ Master’s Degree | Musical & Theater Actor _______________________________________________ Physical Profile ___________________________________ [+] //Basics: • Height | 5’6" • Weight | 172lbs • Build | Slim, lean • Hair Color | Blue • Eye Color | Left: pink / Right: light blue Miscellaneous Items ___________________________________ [+] //Every Day Carry: • Fractured Gemstone Piece | A pink piece of seemingly the same kind of gemstone Ter's left arm turned into after the bomb exploded.

A p p e a r a n c e D e t a i l s Teraven used to have a lot of burn scars running over their left arm, resulting from an incident involving fire. Due to the bomb's impact, the arm is now encased in - or made of? - a strange pink-ish gemstone. Ter usually sports a chill pose, unable to know where to hold their arms, they tend to move around a lot and not stand entirely still. Their vibrant smile invites people to come and talk to them and they have a very trustworthy aura about them.

_{P e r s o n a l i t y}

Teraven is an emotional, anti-capitalistic person who believes art is the true epitome of human life and experience. They usually try to have a positive outlook on things and to believe the world is always changing for the better, step by step. Their energetic, open, and harmony-seeking energy often pulls people in and makes it easy to communicate with Ter even on the first encounter.

It surely also helps that Ter is a true sweet-talker with an inherited charme that they were able to perfect due to their performing arts endeavors all their life. Teraven tends to be a bit oversharing at times. They struggle with interaction with people who are usually quiet and brooding.

Their high emotions cause them to easily feel hurt, betrayed or left out. They try hard to fit into a group with their true personality but find that outside of the theater that has always been hard for them. Being accepted and welcomed is one of their core needs. Hence, they attempt to provide a welcoming, helpful and sincere atmosphere about them for everyone around them.

_{C h a r a c t e r S y n o p s i s}

Ter grew up in the outskirts of the city. Coming from a family of five siblings, Ter left home early with 15 years after begging to be allowed to join the theater club at a school in the middle of the city. Ten years later, their family was scattered about the world. Some of their siblings moved far away, some stayed close. Ter hasn't had much contact with them since then and hasn't heard a word since the bomb dropped.

During their last legs of their Bachelor's and throughout their Master's studies they had gotten involved with amateur theater again to inspire people as well as having accepted the offer to become a theater counselor for aspiring actors as a side project next to their studies.

Although they love their theater career, the performing arts have suffered throughout the last decades and income is consistently low for creative people. When the low money - and all the side jobs - couldn't pay for the tuition of the college anymore, Ter made their biggest unethical decision. Due to their parents having owned a jewelry store and them learning early how to use the tools to form gemstones and diamonds into new shapes - and due to a lucky coincidence - Ter ended up getting their hands on stolen gemstones. So they began to deal with stolen, uniquely handmade gemstone and diamonds in various shapes - from animals over objects to letters.

After the bomb changed Ter's appearance, they have not returned to a stage or to their theater clubs.

_{A b i l i t i e s & S k i l l s}

_//Abilities:

Resilient Gemstone Armour | Gem Arm

Due to Ter dealing and working with stolen gemstones and diamonds on the regular, they were working on a particularly hard commissioned piece involving pink fluorite and morganite when the bomb hit. As they awoke they had gem pieces buried in their left eye and left arm. Somehow this resulted in the change of the eye color (which is now pink instead of blue) and a left arm that is - as far as they know - entirely made of some kind of gemstone they don't recognize.

The gemstone arm is resilient to most impact.

Limitation(s) |

• Can't be taken off
• Feeling in this arm is limited
• Can't be further extended

Weakness(es) |

• Stealth: Makes them easy to be recognized
• Stealth/Hiding: Reflects light and therefore makes hiding harder

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Audible Indunation | Audio Overwhelmtion

Due to their very talkative personality, their constant need to chatter and as someone who has worked with spoken words all their lives and who has taken tons of roles upon themselves throughout their life, Ter now has the ability to overwhelm someone's mind with voices. However, they are currently unaware of this ability and wouldn't know how to control or activate it.

Limitation(s) |

• Needs to be in close proximity to the other person
• Unable to hold for an extended period of time

Weakness(es) |

• Requires concentration
• Can 'ricochet' when (a) someone uses a field with ricocheting ability or (b) it becomes too restraining on Teraven
• Useless against people with mind shields

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Monocular Realization | Persona Illusion

Brought on due to Ter's strong connection to the theater, different roles, and their love for this form of art, they have the ability to make people see the character Ter wants them to see. This does not result in an actual change of Ter's bodily features, but instead, it works as a "filter" atop the real version.

Limitation(s) |

• Can only be held for a short period of time currently
• Limited to Ter's imagination and performance skills
• Unlikely to be upheld during pain due to requiring some concentration

Weakness(es) |

• Needs consistency: If not consistent in color/shape/details/etc, the deceived can easily see through the filter
• Weather Conditions: The illusion must be adapted during weather changes, this includes for example when Ter gets wet, they need to remember to change the illusion to someone who is also wet. (This can be done subconsciously.)

_//Skills:

Sweet-talker | Ability to persuade people with their words
Adaptation | Ability to slip into roles spontaneously

_{O T H E R}

Any other information pertaining to the character that is not covered in the sections above.

To Claim a Starting World

This sounds so interesting. I wish I had more energy so I could participate.

Writing Project - "Rowan Karnstein"

Rowan Karnstein

Name

Rowan Evangeline Karnstein

Title

None

Gender

Female

Sexuality

"Ladies are a much more interesting topic."

Age

16 - 21 years (timespan)

Nationality

Wazatocia

Character Appearance

Rowan Karnstein is 5'2'' tall. Her body could be described as 'in good condition' as she is physically fit and slim, she has beautiful sharp legs and a slightly defined stomach. Her eyes are of a deep 'deer' brown and she has brunette hair to match them. That typical 'sweet girl' image is written all over her, but don't be fooled by it. She can be feisty. Rowan has no problem with dressing like a lady or dressing like a tomboy, she enjoys both styles, depending on her mood and the situation.

Background

Rowan was born to a young mother, just sweet 19 years old, and a father of 23 years who loved her mother dearly. The Karnstein couple worked as servants for the royal family of Wazatocia for several years when they discovered they were expecting a child. The royal family was supportive and offered the very hardworking couple a decent health care within their palace. Five years after Rowan's birth her mother got sick and died two years later. The death of her mother left her father heartbroken and the only thing still keeping him upright was the seven-year-old girl that depended on him. A couple of weeks after the passing of her beloved, joyful, always hardworking, positive mother her father began to call her Mircalla randomly. He explained to her how her mother had wanted to name her Mircalla, but he had been against it. Without talking about it any further Mircalla had turned into a nickname of Rowan's that only her father ever used.

Rowan grew up with a father who was forever heartbroken, but loved his daughter endlessly and would have killed for her if necessary. He always accepted his daughter for who she was, allowed her to spread her wings as much as she could within this world. Rowan went to a school that costed her father almost everything he earned within the palace, but he was determined to give his daughter an education.

She had helped out in the kitchen of the palace since the age of six, cutting potatoes and carrots carefully. By the age of nine she was working in the palace after school and homework, helping out the servants she had grown up with and following into her father's foot steps to become a hardworking member of their family. At the age of fifteen Rowan gained the attention of the princess of Wazatocia by her natural skill for painting as she was painting in a secret corner of the garden where she thought no one ever came to. Her and the princess became fast friends within a couple of weeks. To most people's surprise, and a lot of people's jealousy and anger, the parents of the princess didn't mind their friendship and fell in love with the young servant.

They offered Rowan an education within the palace after eight months of closeness with their daughter. Overjoyed with the news her father pushed her to accept the offer. Within the next years the ever hardworking young girl grew into a young woman that profited from the friendship as much as the princess seemed to profit from it as well. She learned how to ride a horse, play the piano, dance at balls, was granted to take fencing lessons (which she was more than anything grateful for, since those really fulfilled her heart), got pushed to take painting lessons to grow out her natural talent, she was allowed to attend smaller balls, got to wear the princess's dresses and learn how to walk and talk like a lady. Her father saw a bright future in front of her and was bursting with pride of how his baby girl was able to spread out her wings and throw her colors out to the world.

Needless to say the two young ladies grew attracted to each other in their youthful naivety. Their slow burn love built up until, at the age of nineteen, both of the girls were waltzing in the ballroom to practice their steps again before the big ball the next day. (Big for Rowan at least.) Their passion got the best of them and they ended up... "waltzing like it's 1698", as Rowan would call it from then on. This was also the night that Rowan told the princess about her secret nickname 'Mircalla', that held a deeper meaning to her than her actual name ever could. She told her how it felt like a secret identity that only her father knew about. And the princess understood the deepness of meaning it had for her friend.

Their relationship or love affair or whatever people might want to call it was short lived sadly. Only three months later a servant accidentally caught the two waltzing in the ballroom - for memory sakes - and kissing. The royal parents were anything but amused. The princess and the privileged servant girl were thrown off and couldn't understand the anger that came from the usually so accepting couple. They were furious. Their daughter shouldn't have lost her purity before marriage (apparently they've found out about that too, Rowan never knew how), shouldn't have gotten romantically involved with a servant. The two young women weren't allowed to say goodbye, but the princess was able to get a glance at Rowan while she was being taken out of the palace, just two seconds, and she looked at her love and softly said just one word: Mircalla. Rowan was, without a chance for her father to stop them, taken away from the castle, banned from Wazatocia.

And so a very heartbroken, confused, scared nineteen-year-old Rowan found herself back at in a usual servant role. No privilege, no fencing, no more painting, no princess to chase her through the castle, no father by her side to love her, hold her, dry her tears and always have her back. She felt alone. Rowan found herself serving in the kitchen, cutting up potatoes yet again, for the 'Courting Season'. She didn't know what happend to her princess, but she knew that she had never seen her participate in the Courting Season so far.

Three years have passed since then.

Personality

Rowan is a very strong headed woman. She likes to say what she is thinking, even though a couple of hard slaps have told her to learn when to shut her mouth. She still runs her mouth too often though. She is a silly person that likes to have fun during work, which many people don't like to see. She likes to goof around and talk back to people. Rowan enjoys to throw people off, see their guard drop, crash in their walls. Despite being hardworking, she can't stand when she has to clean up after people who give her more work than necessary. She also lacks the quality of staying quiet in her corner when others are talking rubbish.

Rowan loves nature and the fresh breeze, she loves balls and dancing, especially waltzing. She has often been caught waltzing by herself when she was actually supposed to scrub the floor of the ballroom. She can't stand when people treat her like she is worth less than them because of the position she holds within the food chain.

She doesn't throw out respect easily and rather fakes it than it being real, but if one receives her respect they should be very honored and proud of themselves, because it is a rare thing. But if they lose that respect, it is most likely gone forever. She doesn't let people fool her twice.

Without a doubt Rowan is still broken. She has issues she hasn't worked on. She is missing her father more than anything and tries to not think of him too much. She might even still be holding onto some hope that he will find her some day. Maybe that's the reason she is staying in one place... So he can search for her?

Other

Skills:
drawing, ballroom dancing, horseback riding, fencing, cooking, cleaning, singing (though she hasn't done that for other's entertainment so far), playing piano

Weaknesses:
potty mouth, maybe a bit too sassy and feisty, lack of professionalism and submission, doesn't like boundaries or rules

Writing Project - "Rowan Karnstein"

Pursuit of Power

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_{Mentions: @Aamaya • @sly13}

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Evangeline's thoughts were still spinning from the interaction with the Primfira princess as she headed towards her room. The dress around her body began to feel so wrong, too tight, too formal. But she forced herself to ignore it. As she turned around a corner and the door to her chamber came into vision, she was glad to notice the two guards still standing outside it.

"So Laurel did not escape your watchful eyes then?", she asked them as she came into earshot. "No, your majesty." They both looked proud enough as they assured her she had not left the room. "She has not attempted to leave once she heard it was your wish for her to stay safely put."

Hearing those words Eve gave them a look that clearly asked if they were seriously that stupid. She held their nervous gaze and watched as the younger one began to sweat on his forehead. "Leave now. You are clearly not capable of fulfilling my orders. I am not surprised that she escaped you, but I have to say I expect more wit from my guards. Take a look at Laurel Mith, because she's the standard you are expected to meet." She took in a deep breath. "You tell the Captain that the both of you are not to return to my service until you have reached the strategic thinking that is required from you. And if your combating and improvising skills are any like your strategic thinking, you better not let me realize that." She waved with her hand to send them off and the two men hurried away with scared faces.

The princess sighed. If she could convince Laurel to train the new kingsguard trainees, that would make a great impact. One of the things Princess Evangeline would change once she would take the throne over from her father was the training program of the kingsguard. She had different ideas and considered their methods slightly outdated. Of course their warriors were strong, fierce and skilled. But they lacked in certain areas. If I ever become Queen..., she thought. She had a feeling that her father was not fond of her being his heir, the next ruler of his Kingdom. He would surely find a way to keep her away from the throne. Perhaps marry her off to someone who was a better leader with more political skills than she had. Perhaps he considered Aamaya to be such a person.

Evangeline pushed the door to her chamber open and found it as empty as expected. She went to close the opened window, through which her friend had escaped, and was filled with pride. A smile played on her lips. Truth be told, Eve did not expect anything less from Laurel than to flee her direct orders without a second thought. She would have been more than disappointed if her friend sat waiting for her return like a trained puppy. That was one of the reasons the two had gotten so close. Their rebellious streak was something they had in common. And Eve wouldn't have it any other way.

The woman sat down on a massive arm chair in the room. Several things were going through her mind. She should talk to her father about what happened last night. Find out what his thoughts and plans are now. Would he reward the Earthica man that slayed the beast? In what way? She thought he deserved recognition from the royal family and a reward for his braveness. So did the rest of the men that survived, in her opinion. She had to find out what exactly happened, how many died, how many of her own. A conversation with the Caption of the Kingsguard was long overdue. Not only from princess to captain, but from friend to friend. She had known this man all her life. She would have to find Laurel later that day, make sure her friend was doing alright. Laurel had not been able to help during the fight and it was only natural for her to feel guilty about that, just like Eve did. She had to talk to her about Valeri as well, later, once things had calmed down. And of course there was Aamaya, she had to talk to the princess and express her sorrow. Eve wanted to let her know it had not been her fault, she was not responsible for the lives lost. But the same voice in her head that had warned her about Valeri was now whispering that she could not be certain of that...

Eve shook her head slightly, the loose strand of hair dancing in front of her eyes. It would be a long day. The festival days had so far not been coming along as accordingly. Trouble of one kind or another had occurred on both days for her.

She rose from her seat and began to write short letters. One to her father, asking to meet with him. One to Princess Aamaya, sending her sympathy and expressing her hope to find some time to talk to her during the day. Another to the Captain, but she never finished that one. She hadn't gotten past writing his name, she didn't know what to say. Calling for him to meet with her felt wrong.

Evangeline took both letters into her hands, sealed them into envelopes and began to wonder how long it would take her to find someone of her own people to task them with delivering those letters. But as she opened the door of her room she was met with two shoulders standing on each side.

"Oh!", she exclaimed. "I see." Her head peeked to the left, then the right. Two guards were standing on each side of her door. "They at least had the wit to replace themselves. Guess they had the minimum of intellect to accomplish that bit."

She stepped out of the room and closed the door, spinning around to stand in front of her new guards. She began to look them up and down. "Shall I run and deliver those to the king and to the princess of Exodus for you, your majesty?"

"I am sorry?" Eve wasn't used to her guards talking to her. Most of the time they silently prayed for her not to do something stupid, like trying to run and shake them off. So the young voice asking confidently to do a task for her was unexpected.

"The letters in your hand, your majesty. They are addressed to the King of Earthica and the Princess of Exodus. Would you like me to make a run and deliver them for you?" The confidence within the voice captured Eve's attention.

The princess stepped closer to the warrior that was now tasked with guarding her. "What is your name?", she asked. The other guard was starring bluntly ahead, trying to not lose his posture and looking quiet uncomfortable.

"Maiya Adisa, your majesty." - "How old are you, darling?" - "Nineteen, your majesty." - "I like you, Maiya..." Eve smiled slightly. "Most of my men fear to look me into the eye, they must think of me as Medusa. I guess they fear that it will encourage my rebellious impulsiveness." - "I do not fear. I solely respect your majesty." - "Oh stop calling me that!" - "Would you like me to deliver the letters, princess?"

Eve looked at the letters in her hand and shook her head. "No, thank you. I think I will have the statue next to you do it." She handed the letters to the perplex looking 40-something warrior. He did not seem to understand the world anymore. "Be quick. And make sure to get an answer for me from my father." The man looked at her with one more confused look, questioning if she was serious, but quickly beginning to hurry away when she raised her eyebrow at him.

As she looked back at the young Maiya Adisa, the warrior looked back at her. Maiya tried to hide it, but Evangeline could see that she was disappointed. She had wanted to do something more exciting than standing in front of a door all day, delivering two messages to royalty was certainty a little more thrilling than that, and it would have given her an excuse to move her body from this stiff posture. "Don't let your emotions show, young warrior. I can see that you are disagreeing with my actions and you are never to show your disagreement on your face. Understood?"

"I apologize, princess Evangeline. I did not mean to seem doubtful. I trust in your judgement completely."

"Oh but you do not, do you? You thought you did. You thought you knew me. And I have disappointed you. I have not acted as you imagined me to." Eve looked at the brown eyes of Maiya. They showed openly what she was thinking. "You have a lot to learn, Maiya. I find a liking in you. Which is why I send that old bloke to play fetch with my father. You are coming with me. I have to visit someone."

She began to walk and Maiya hurried to catch up to her. "But your chambers, princess, they are unprotected!"

"There's nothing valuable in there anymore. It does not need protection. Your skills would be wasted on an empty room." - "Intruders and assassins - " - "Will not be hiding in my closet or under my bed. It is risky, highly unlikely really." - "Poison." - "The statue will return to guard it. Does that sooth your worry?" - "By a fraction, honestly." - "It must do."

Evangeline requested Maiya to guide her to the chamber of a certain person and Maiya was prepared enough to know her way to their destination without a single doubt. They walked through the castle, down some stairs and Maiya led her through corridors, all while having one hand at the sword strapped to her side. Eve noticed that her sword was shorter and thinner than those of the men. She wondered if they had given her a lighter one because they thought a female couldn't handle it. But as she walked after Maiya she quickly began to notice how she moved her feet. Light and quick, with a definiteness that she seldom saw in her warriors. The warrior was aware of every step that she was taking. It reminded her of herself. Eve had always preferred weapons to be light and thin, so they would not slow her down on her feet. While she was trained in wielding a sword, she excelled in other areas. Daggers, throwing knives and her bow and arrow being her preferred choices of weapons.

She made a quick note to keep an eye out for Maiya Adisa. She seemed different. And Evangeline liked that.

They soon reached the chambers of the Captain of the Kingsguard and Maiya took her position at the side of the door. Evangeline knocked and waited for an answer.

Pursuit of Power

@Eric Horst There's definitely spots open. We're glad for new players :)
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