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In Realms of Sun & Shadow → 3 mos ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Willis Philips



The past week Willis have been staying at Sya's megatavern, Eye of the Beholder, after getting kicked out of Orion's lovely cottage for wrecking his home (and destroying a precious memento from his possibly dead wife. Oof). Normally, a good businesswomen like Sya would never allow a somewhat feral, definitely bloodthirsty blightborn to stay with her paying guests. Fortunately, Willis can turn into a bat.

Yes, he's been living inside the tavern walls. Listening. Evesdropping. Not because he is planning to blackmail anyone, but out of pure boredom. Afterall, not a lot of free entertainment in this town.

Since the sun disappeared people stopped giving meaning to Day and Night, because the world is shrouded in perpetual darkness. Willis heard that wise scholars in the capital started using the moon cycle to track the passage of time. Here, Willis simply knows the time of night by tracking 2 types of pounding he hears: the heavy pounding of construction, "I guess people are working now," and the muffled pounding of flesh against flesh, "I guess people are resting now." Sometimes, the noises blend together. Those naughty guys.

The Eye of the Beholder is a turely massive building. 4 floors, a self-contained tavern, brewery, bakery, inn, and fort, all smashed into a block of stone. As long as Willis avoid the hallways regularly used by the small horde of builders to get food and get laid, he remains undetected. The workers, he overheard, are rennovating the Beholder for a 3rd time. It was built a lot quicker than Willis expected. A scaffolding cage held the tavern as workers, well, surgically made it taller. They also drunk a lot and had sex a lot. Which made them easy, but disgusting prey.

Anyways, it has been about a week and Willis sensed the Megatavern 3.0 is nearing completion, since the constant dull hammer cycle have faded. It is replaced instead by a cacophany of harsh-sounding Lunarian syllables, and a murmur of smoother-sounding Auralian syllables on the ground floor of the tavern. Followed by lots of satisfying splashing sounds, of Moonshine being poured into cups! Must be the party attending the party that the Prince is throwing. Awesome!!!

Willis, in batform, quickly crawled out of his hidey hole under the bed, in room 5 on the 2nd floor. Puff! Willis the bat expands into Willis the adult human with brown hair and cheap overall (swiped from some builder), and heads downstairs to join the party, because he doesn't want to become a social outcast. Plus he want to remember everyone from the town so he doesn't eat them later.

As Willis descends the stairs he picks up on a brewing argument.

A familar, reptilian voice exclaims: "...No. I am the mistress here. Thissss is my home, my business and my Inn. You are on my land."

Sounds like the owner of the Beholder, Sya, is arguing with someone! Despite not having conversed with her in person, Willis likes her enough to not want to see her hurt. He cautiously peeks into the buttery. He sees a dozen tables full of people, arrayed around a burning brazier that is lighting up the room and sending a thick tendril of smoke up a hood chimney. A long L-shaped bar, piled with drinks and sleeping drunks, faces the entrance. Then he spots Sya speaking animatedly to an arrogant looking man sitting on a high horse, Elara standing beside her, then a blonde woman steps in between the pair and yells at the man. Things sound pretty tense, and a fight might break out.

Crap. Willis thought. Since the incident, well, incidents; killing a Lunarian patrol, accidentally cracking a child's skull, lowkey blackmailing the Lead Researcher Eris and the Auralian Priestess Tingara for blood, and trashing Orion's home, Willis is not allowed to start violence to pre emptively prevent violence. If that makes sense? And his gear is still being repaired at the blacksmith. All he have on him are his dagger and sword.

After thinking hard about what to do for 5 seconds, he cringes and makes his way to Sya's group, picking up a mug of Moonshine on his way. He stops behind the rider a safe distance away, drink in one hand, dagger in the other, standing there like some hapless fool. Now the man is surrounded.
In The Land of Skara: and the Songtale of the Breaking → 7 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Willis & Vodilic


Willis perks up from the cart, turning to look at Vodilic and his horse strutting along the middle of the caravan. "ELLO!" He frantically waves his arms back and forth, beckoning him closer.

At first, Vodilic was not sure whether the callout was meant for him, but it sufficed to make the werewolf turn his head and perk up towards the stranger. He could only wonder why the merchant seemed to be so ecstatic about him, but also saw no reason not to comply. With a gentle signal, his horse turned into the proper direction and he navigated his way through the moving maze of wagons. "Hello ?" he replied.

"IMPRESSIVE MOVE THERE, MY FRIEND, GETTING DOWN THAT HILL!" Willis yells over the commotion of a moving caravan. "MY NAME IS WILLIS. FROM WHERE DO YOU HAIL?"

"That hill ? Well I was in a hurry, that's true!" Vodilic did not remember any person in his life called Willis, but it probably didn't matter anyway. He probably was as much of a stranger to this merchant as vica versa. "I am Vodilic. Just... Vodilic. Is this caravan headed for the festival ?"

Willis swings his leg over the side of the cart, leaning toward Vodilic to speak. "Aye! This is going to be my first time... I'M SO EXCITED!!!" He yells, then asks, "Have you been to the festival before, Vodilic?"

Vodilic shook his head, causing his hair to flutter in the wind once more. "No. This is my first time as well. Where do you and this caravan come from ?

"Uhh... I'm a hitchhiker too..." Willis says sheepishly. "I'm an adventurer roaming from place to place, searching for work, hahaha." He stuck a thumb in his chest with pride. "They call me Willis the Combustible Kid!" Rod, the coachdriver, glances back with a worried eye. "I have felled many monsters among my travel, from hordes of teeming undead to demons as big as houses!" He raises his arms to emphasize the size. "And you, my friend, I presume is much the same as me, no?" Willis scans Vodilic casually, then furrows his brow. He grabs his hat and holds it in his hand. "Huh... Your horse is looking mighty tired..."

What a perfect example of overconfidence! To be frank, Vodilic barely believed half of Willis' flamboyant barrage of claims, especially not the demon part. "With me ? No, I'm boring!" he replied, assuming to have produced a bit of a lie himself at this point just for the sake of being quit. "And my horse ? Well, we both have a long way behind us already." The werewolf patted the horse's flank.

Willis scratches his head. He could swear there's something off about Vodilic, but what he said makes sense. Shrugging, Willis suddenly slaps his head and points at the coachman driving the cart he is sitting on. "Oh, by the way, this is Rod. We were just talkin' about how unsafe the roads have gotten lately, apparently the uptick in traffic have given rise to banditry as well! Have you encountered any bandits on your way here, Vodilic?"

Vodilic shook his head. "No, I haven't. I did see a burning bush however, but no possible source of fire. The weather doesn't look like any thunderstorm has passed through recently either so it can't have been a lightning strike. Any ideas ?"

Willis grimaces. His eyes darting around before settling back on Vodilic. "Okay, to be honest, that isn't entirely my fault... but sometimes I forget to control my spells and they tend to burn bushes..." He raises an outstretched palm toward Vodilic, and yells, "IGNI!" His hand bursts into flame. "Pretty useful when I need to quickly warm something up... or burn something down..."

Vodilic was surprised enough to feel some shock, but even more so was his horse. As tired as it was, it still had enough strength left to send the werewolf into the dirt in one swift move before rushing forward without a rider, escaping the fire. "You idiot!" he yelled at Willis, now having to try and catch up with the wagon on foot.

"Ah crap!" Willis made to grab the reins, but the horse slips from his flaming touch, setting their tail ablaze as it sprints down the road in a panicked state, disappearing around a corner ahead. "Uhh..." Willis freezes in place, steam rising from his hands as he extinguishes the fire. Rod face palms, stops the cart, and aims a firm stare at Willis. "Out, now!" He turns to look at Vodilic sympathetically. "Young man, I'll send someone after your horse. Hopefully the beast doesn't set the entire forest ablaze... do you need a ride?"

"A ride and a decent slap into your very face if you'd allow!" It was more of a rhethorical question though. Vodilic jumped up the cart which made a small jolt forwards from his momentum, the axle and wheels groaning under the now increased load. He stepped right up towards Willis and looked at him with a quite angry facial expression. "So just you know, there are a few things around here that could also be flammable!"

"Ah! I'm so sorry, I swear I didn't mean it-" Willis lamely clambers down the cart, appologizing to Vodilic all the while. "I'll get your horse back, I promise! I made it so my fire would not harm the horse... I think..."

CRACK! Willis turns sharply at a sharp sound of wood splintering. A large oak, a dozen meter ahead of them, suddenly comes loose, and its tip teeters precariously before toppling across the road with a heavy THUD!, kicking up a small cloud of dust. Another oak crashes down behind the caravan, boxing them in. With cries of alarm, the caravan careens to a halt.

Thunk thunk thunk! 3 arrows shoots out of the treeline, landing at the feet of the cart, startling Rod's horse.

About a dozen bandits drop out of the foliage, brandishing rusty swords and clubs. They surround the caravan, while a few stays in cover behind the trees, keeping their bows aimed at the merchants. One of them steps forward with a large grin on his face and a swagger to his hip, a man wearing an eyepatch with a large bow behind his back, and he marches into the middle of the caravan. He draws a large knife from behind his neck, and speaks with a rough voice: "Alright lads. You know the drill. Hand over your goods and half of your horses, and I'll spare your life. I'll give you all 5 minutes."

Vodilic, at first, did not expect anything but a large nuisance when the first oak tree fell in front of them. Maybe some recent rain had weakened the soil or it was rotten and just a very unlucky coincidence ? Then however the second tree fell and it dawned upon him... The red haired man's eyes darted over the couple of bandits... definitely way too many to fight all on his own and definitely not in his current shape. As bad of an impression as this Willis guy had made upon him so far, maybe he would need his help now. And that of his fire?

"I need a few moments for myself without observation." he whispered towards both Willis and whoever of the merchants was in listening range. Transformation was anything but a trivial process and, more importantly now, during it he would be fairly defenseless. He would need to rush it, which meant additional pain...

"My leather skins can hide ya..." Rod whispers back to Vodilic. "Quick, they are getting closer!" He casts another glance at Willis. "You told me you'd defend me, right?" Willis nods, rubbing his palms together, which are glowing red hot. "Gladly!" He looks at Vodilic. "Uh, bro, are you also a mage? I think we should work together on this..."

The bandit leader makes a motion with his hand, and his lieutenants barks orders to their men. They are moving from the middle of the caravan to each end, ransacking as they go, throwing out crates of produce or dragging out screaming women, then severing the harnesses on the horses.

"A mage ? Well, depends on your definition of magic." The situation was serious enough, but still the lycan couldn't resist a small grin as he retreated back to the inside of the cart. Hopefully the bandits would get to this position in the wrong moment.

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In Realms of Sun & Shadow → 7 mos ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Willis Philips





Willis is unaware that his thoughts are exposed to Kira's psychic probing.

"Oh! Uh..." Willis' arm twitches, fighting the urge to rip out his blade as he takes a closer look at the lean, cloaked figure. He sees a tussel of red hair peaking out from under Kira's dark hood, and light freckles pronouncing her face.

They peer at each other under the absolute shade of tall pines, eyes glowing red and orange. She's so pretty... he thinks. Wait, no! Snap out of it! The glow of her eyes confirms that she is a blight-born. Gosh, they are beautiful... gah! Focus! I am ticking up her threat level. Willis wipes the blood coating his lips with his palm, glancing at her feet as Kira gets closer to him without making a single sound. Damn, how is her footsteps so silent? She's trained in stealth... Those footwork looks like she knows how to fight too. Raising her threat level again. I can't see what she's holding...

"I got attacked by the baron's men! I kid you not, they chased me for an entire night, then cornered me at a mountain's pass, and killed my pony! I had to defend myself..." Willis talks quickly, wildly gesticulating with his hands as he takes a step back. He is picking up Kira's scent now, a strange fragrance of flowers, tubers, herbs and spice. Is she a herbalist? And another scent trailing behind her... she's got backup. Ticking up her threat level again.

It seems like killing her wouldn't solve any of my problems, he thinks to himself. Welp, you know what this means...

He drops to his hands and knees. "Please don't judge me! Hurting them was not my intention! I just want to get to Dawnhaven and finally catch a good night's sleep... Can you help a brotha out?" He asks, in a hopeful voice.


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In The Land of Skara: and the Songtale of the Breaking → 7 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Willis strains his eyes and ears on an overlook, at the head of a sloping hill, where a worn road curves along the foot and stretch across the forest on either side. A small dust cloud approaches from one end of the road, and Willis watch as it grows bigger and bigger, carrying the sound of drumming hoovebeats, clattering wheels, and a smattering of voices:

"...250% markup for furs and salt..."
"...told you about the green gull dropping a turd in my cousin's mouth..."
"...hold on, who is that madman waving from up yonder?"

Willis yells, "OVER HERE!!!" and vaults over the precipice, digging into his heels as he slides down the slope with his back brushing against the grass. He lands at the bottom with his clothes covered in dew and he turns to look at the caravaneers but his wide-brimmed hat flops onto his head and blocks his vision. He snaps his finger and sparks leaps out of his hand into a small bush, setting it ablaze.

By the time Willis reaches the head cart his clothes is completely dry and his hat has turned into a top hat. He takes it off in a greeting and asks where these fine people are going? "Why, to the Festival of course!" Cries the coachman dressed in a fine white-and-blue vest, grinning at Willis with a huge crocodile smile. He snaps the rein of his horse and pulls over curbside to speak with Willis, allowing the carts and wagons and even a rowdy troupe of performers behind him to rumble by. "I'd trouble you for a favor, my friend, as you see I am a lost adventurer who is heading to the Festival to try my luck, can I hitch a ride with y'all?" Willis asks, patting his hat as he speaks. "I have prepared my own rations and I know my way around arms, which I will gladly lend to your defense." The coachman coughs and looks him over, "Where's your weapon?" "In here!" Willis shakes his hat. The coachman scratches his head. "Well...I reckon as long as you mind not to set my wares on fire, I'll take ya."

"Deal!" They shake hands and Willis climbs aboard the cart. He makes a cot among bundles of fur, and lies down with hands folded behind his head and his hat on his side, staring at the small strip of open sky choked on both sides by oaks. "What's yer name son? Mine's Rod." "Willis, at your service." The coachman laughs and mumbles something, before kicking his horse to action. Willis closes his eyes and sighs contently as they pick up pace. He tries to drift off to sleep, but the rough road jostle him around a bunch, so eventually he just sits back up, and reach into his hat. He pulls out a pouch of sweetened nuts and chews on them idly as he chat with the coachman.

"Rod, how mush mowey dew you blan on maging dish chwip?"
"Rod, hab you been dew da gapidal before?"
"Rod, how shafe ish dis road? Hab you sheen any bandishs?"
"Rod, are we dere yet???" He asks this a dozen times between mouthful of nuts.
In Realms of Sun & Shadow → 7 mos ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Willis keeps looking at the landscape below him from a bat-eye view. A strong gust blows through the forest, parting the needles from the pines and he catches a glimpse of what appears to be a travel route stretching southward. He smiles. "Let's go check that out!"

Willis, in batform, flies a few circles over the tracks, closing his eyes in contentment as he feels tiny snowflakes collide against his outstretched wings and tickle his fur. Then the brown bat slows to a hover midair and nosedives right into a gigantic pine tree!

Thud! A grown man crashes through its branches and slides down the pine braking his sword against the wood, carving the pine in half! Willis dusts off the wood shavings and pine needles from his head and shoulder and steps on the tree, yanking out his sword to sheath it while a squirrel squirms in his mouth, dripping blood. He carefully kneels next to the track left behind by a hunting party as he snacks on the squirrel.

"Hmm... *Slurrrp* looks like the trail is less than a day's old. Fresh groovemark from a cart? Sled? ... *Slurrrp* And a single pair of footprints. Wow, this guy must be strong." He takes a pinch of dirt in his hands and let it run between his fingers. "So Dawnhaven... *Slurrrp* has a blighted hunter. That's food for thought."

"Wait, something's wrong..." Willis suddenly jerks his head up, sniffing the air. A wave of unease washes over him. A primal part of his brain is telling him that another of his kind is near. He hastily stands and rests his hand over the pommel of his sword, yelling: "I know where you are. Come out! Face me!" The dead squirrel falls out of his mouth to the ground, with a soft plop.


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In Realms of Sun & Shadow → 7 mos ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Willis slaps the bum of his pony as they gallop at breakneck speed along a declining dirt road, that curves along a mountain. He glance behind him and the wind whips back his hair.

Under a bright moon he hears thunderous hoove beats getting closer and closer, and then a whole host of infantry led by a knight burst around the curve of the mountain on their warhorse kicking up a huge cloud of dust, heading straight at him! The riders draw their bows from beneath the pommel of their saddles, each nocking 3 arrows, and let loose a volley!

"Sh- OUCH!" A wave of arrows makes an arc in the air, whooshing as they pass through Willis, and 7 arrows instantly cushion his back. Then the drawstrings snap snap snap behind him as the riders let loose another volley! Willis yells and loops his arm around the furry neck of his pony, kicking off his stirrup to swing under his pony just as the arrows rain down!

Thunk thunk thunk! His pony spasms as arrows pepper it and rake the ground around it, and dies mid-ride. As it sinks on its front leg and skid along the dirt Willis hears someone curse in Lunarian and turns in time to see the knight gaining to his flank, swinging a claymore at him that glint in the moonlight. Quickly he turns into a brown bat and slams into the adjacent knight in a big puff of smoke! The rider is knocked off his saddle and skid along the ground with a leg in the stirrup, hands flailing about, leaving a trail of sparks!

Now Willis is back to human form, crouching low on his galloping warhorse. He draws his shortsword and spins his reluctant warhorse around to race toward his pursuers. He rides until a stone toss' away from the lagging infantry and they turn their horses in panick. With a loud RAHHH!!! he leaps off his warhorse and lands in the lap of a rider, and he cuts off his head, letting blood from the stump spray into his mouth. Yum! A trio of them catches up to him and thrust their spears at his body, but he slices off their spearhead just under the shaft and pounces on their horses, falling the column of infantry one by one.

He cuts down half their number like this before the rest gets the idea and flees. As the last of his pursuers disappear from view Willis slips down his warhorse and it collapses on the blood stained ground.

"Ugh! Hopefully this baron gets the message and stop sending deathsquads after me..." Willis mumbles to himself as he walk beside the horse and stab into its long neck with his bent sword. Blood sprays into his mouth and all over his body in a dark red layer. He shakes his head and tosses his useless sword away. Then he went about scavenging the bodies, shooing away the carrion birds as he does.

Willis unfurls a bloody map he found from the dead knight and squints at its content. "Hmm...I guess I'll follow the road until I see cooking smoke. Dawnhaven should be close." And with a puff he turns into a brown bat, flapping his wings as he flies into the night sky.
In Realms of Sun & Shadow → 7 mos ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
In Realms of Sun & Shadow → 7 mos ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay


In Shadow Contract: An Urban Fantasy Action RP → 7 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Name: Anna Fez
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Personality: Anna is deeply insecure about her ability to form meaningful connections with others. She holds little respect for authority figures. During stream her attitude is cheery and bubbly, but off-stream she relaxes into the natural state of an average 16 year old college student: a love for starbucks, sushi, and money.

Backstory: Anna's real mom, a Polish immigrant, quietly left her in front of a Japanese Basilica run by Eastern Catholics to avoid the trouble that comes with raising a baby in poverty. Anna grew up fighting with other orphans for scraps of food and toys because she "looked funny" (split lip, flat nose, and a red-black birthmark covering her forehead), and the agonizing search for an adoptive family. There were a few kids who didn't mind how Anna looked, but one by one they left her with their new families - and all she got were pitying looks from the nuns and administrators. When she was 15, Anna left the church and joined the Aleph, yearning for a sense of belonging to a group that the cult promises.

Anna was accepted by Aleph, but she wasn't happy. She worked from dusk till dawn at a cult-run telephone dating club but did not receive a penny, her supervisors forbid her from leaving the premises, and her work to manipulate and extort victims for all of their money ran in contrast to what she was taught in her old church. One night Anna is caught sending encoded messages to the police using a vpn. Horrified, she was frozen as two men armed with shotguns shoved her into the backseat of a Toyota heading into the woods of Aokigahara to kill her and make it look like a suicide - but something answered her desperate prayers - and her powers kicked in for the first time. She ordered both men to STOP at the nearest police station, TESTIFY her story, then BLOW UP THEIR HEAD USING THEIR OWN SHOTGUN. That night she dreams of a golden pyramid, and she is standing at the bottommost rung, and at the summit a blinding figure of light tells her in a booming voice that his gift comes at a price: she is in a 1 million-year lifespan debt with compounded interest! To default means death and forever burn in the pits of hell. She have a month to make good her first payment plan.

She is placed under a rehabilitation program. In this brief period of tranquility Anna experimented with content creation under the name "Internet Angel", discovering that she could sense a connection with her viewers and feel their support somehow empowering her - that feeling of belonging that she was always looking for. More importantly, she realized she can "borrow" a little lifespan from each of her viewers to pay back her God.

Her supernatural conduct on the internet have garnered the attention of online watchdog groups and she is put on house arrest. Then she recieved an invitation to an elite academy that she have never heard of...

Skills: Besides being tech-savvy, she is pretty much an average gal.
Spiritual Energy Grade: A
Contracted Being: Ebisu, God of Ultra-consumerism
Contract Rank: A
Contract Abilities: Persuasion - Super charisma, works best with people, but can be applied to animals. Limitations include the target's willpower, exposure level, and relation with the user.
Friendship - This ability allows the user to form psychic bonds with other individuals, but it can only be done with their consent. Once the bonds are established, the user can amplify their own abilities by drawing a portion of Spiritual Energy from bonded targets, and pass on damage. After all, what are friends for?
Cost: Monthly payment of her debt of 1 million+ years of lifespan to Ebisu.
In Shadow Contract: An Urban Fantasy Action RP → 7 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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