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A Prized bride (The return)

Hi, guys! Sorry for the delay. Elections here in my country are utter crass, and I've spent my time helping out the process. We're about to elect a human-right violator and a son of a dictator, so, we're in for some deep crap.

Anyway, I've got free time in my hands, now, and I'm gonna write before I disappear like those other victims of my country's version of Donald Trump.

Witch Trials (Title up for change)

I am watching this thread because it is interesting XD I have to say that I really like Smile's suggestion regarding Blood Witches and Devil Children; it would make for a more interesting line-up if there are more hierarchies in the witch/warlock society. Also, would it be possible for a child of magical parents to be born without powers? I was planning to make a character who functioned as a keeper of a witch coven (in that, he cleans and does the menial chores) but he has no powers. Or, something to that extent.

Avatar: Fight For Hope

With slender and skilled fingers strumming upon the sturdy strings, a deep and slow hymn sounded from the wooden zither in the hands of a young air nomad whose eyes closed in pure focus. His head swayed a little to the staccato before he ascended the crescendo and finale, earning a jolly hum of appreciation from the teahouse's patrons. The Red Bean stood near the intersection of a busy road in Republic City, and amidst the hustle and bustle of the city, the middle-class families often come to enjoy a pot of tea and fried rice at a cheap price. Of course, they offered more than these two, but within the menu, these were the cheapest. The teahouse was not at all big: it was just a one-story building, roughly the size of three cars with open windows and a wide double-door that is always left open.

"Chen!" a voice called out from the kitchen, prompting the air nomad to turn his head in its direction. "Come here for a second, dear!"

Kunchen smiled before putting away his zither, hoisting it on his shoulder before he sauntered off towards the kitchen. Lian Zhi, an elderly woman whose greying hair dangled in front of her face, greeted the lad with a warm hug. "What do you need, grandmother?" Kunchen tilted his head in inquiry, addressing this stranger-and-a-day as if they were family.

"Ah, well, I really appreciate your music," Lian Zhi praised the young monk. "A lot of customers were drawn here because of it. But..." she paused, unsure on how to say her request. At the sudden lapse, Kunchen bowed a bit to the old woman as if urging her to tell him. "Well, we lack kitchen staff, you see. With this number of patrons, we lack power in the kitchen."

The monk placed a gentle hand on the woman's left shoulder as he assured her of his assistance. "I decided to help your place today, grandmother. Command, and I obey." Kunchen grinned before trotting off to the kitchen where he washed his hands before going over to the staff, asking a few details on where the ingredients are and what are the popular dishes. A few minutes passed before the monk got a hold of the protocols as he dashed off to one of the stoves, placing a pan over it before heating a cup of olive oil. "Tuna Pasta for four?" Kunchen mumbled before taking a look at the boiling water inside a large pot. "Well, let's finish this."

With the pasta softened after ten minutes, Kunchen sautéed garlic, tuna, and some liquid seasonings, creating a sauce which he poured over the pasta, coating and mixing it after. Finally, the pasta was done. Kunchen hopped to the counter, ringing the bell which signaled for the waiter to serve the dishes. However, when he saw Lian Zhi taking the plates before hobbling towards the customers, Kunchen immediately took over the task of serving the food. It's always been like this for the past month. Kunchen randomly selects an establishment and helps out wherever he can, and takes food and some other supplies as payment, never money (unless the owner shoves it up his face).

As he finished the first batch of orders, Kunchen stood at the door of the establishment, letting out a deep sigh which broke his weary smile for a brief second. Crimson and cerulean eyes gazed onward at the busy street, but it wasn't to the extravagant cars and luxurious robes that people possessed that Kunchen paused. No, it was the sight of a child being held together by dad and mom that Kunchen became thoroughly enthralled with memories of a family he never had. And, yet, here he was, searching for them, or whatever remained of them. "All life is sacred," he mumbled the famous air nomad mantra before leaning on the doorway and continuing to serenade the customers with a melody stemming from a heart that was never loved like a child should have been.

War of The Angelic Trio

I have to say that your characters' IC are just plain awesome. Beautiful. I look forward to RPing with you talented people XD I've got to improve as well :D

Mains | League of Legends

"I'm still not able to move on, huh?" Leon murmured to himself, his voice just above a whisper. And, it was partly true. The moment his yellow eyes spotted the visage of Claire floating about in a hail of snow, vivid flashes of Sarah resurfaced in his mind. That cold night of December upon the slopes of Everest, the night where everything he treasured vanished right before his eyes. They ascended the mountain together, and only one descended alive. The awkward yet sincere hug, propelled by memories of a love he wasn't prepared to lose, ended abruptly as Leon realized that this woman was not Sarah. He feared that no one could ever take her place, and that, he would always be hunted by the mistakes he committed months ago. "Sorry about that, I just thought that you might kill us all if you weren't careful, Claire. I almost tripped there. Urgot's acid hit my leg pretty well." With that, Leon backed away before turning at Urgot who had now engaged into a duel with the Muffin Witch. "Well, let's end this party shall we? Oh, and by the way, Claire," Leon looked at Claire once more, a gentle smile on his face. "Let's keep my identity hidden, a little secret between you and I." After tying a piece of cloth around the lower half of his face in order to obstruct others from knowing his identity, Leon dashed forward even if the pain in his leg seared.

Whether it was pure adrenaline or pure will, Leon never knew what kept him going even if he was battered and bruised. But, before the duelist could engage each other, he stopped a few paces beside the draconic woman. "Shyvanna," his voice echoed in chorus now, as if three voices are speaking at once. "They don't intend to leave without a few casualties. Let's make sure that the casualties are on their side. We're not really allies, so to speak, but I believe that the enemies of my enemies are my friends." the gravedigger kept his eyes on Urgot. "So, let's work together for the time being."

Then, he turned to the Muffin Witch. "Anivia," pointing to Claire. "Will be there to assist us. I'll make a 180 wall in front of Urgot to block off his vision from us. That way, he won't know where you're gonna come from." Then, he began to address Claire. "Anivia, make the ice wall behind Urgot, that way, Thresh can't help him out. Once trapped, make a snowstorm inside the trap. I'd assume that Shyvanna's heat can handle a little snow. So, while Urgot's being battered by the hail, he's also getting pummeled by Shyvanna."

"Let's send this bastard of Noxus back to the gutters." Leon grinned before gathering a conclave of emerald energies around him, fading visions of skulls and tendrils tainting the very air beside the gravedigger. The earth cracked beneath the pressure of the disastrous pranas surging in the vicinity, and soon, the same soil rippled apart, eroded by the blasting force of the shovel piercing into the ground. A guttural scream ripped out from the gravedigger as fissures caved out of the ground, forming a barricade in front of the mechanized aberrant. In a heartbeat, Leon ran forward before a hazy white mist gathered upon his shovel. Then, he smashed the shovel below him, creating a blast which propelled him into the air, allowing the gravedigger to hop on the rim of the earthen wall. "Feast." Immediately, another caustic blast hurtled towards Urgot before three ghouls of war, pestilence, and famine ejected out from the mist and clawed out at the isolated foe.

A tightening in his chest throbbed within Leon, sending painful jolts of electricity all around his body. He held his chest tighter, praying for the pain to go away. "End it now..." he mumbled before waiting for his allies to move. His eyes darted to Thresh, prepating himself to go after a lantern should the need arise.

@Kiroue@DFA

Avatar: Fight For Hope

Kunchen Sangyen

Hider

Name: Kunchen Sangyen, prefers to be called as Chen.

Age: 20

Origin: The newly restored Western Air Temple.

Element: Air

Appearance:

Hider

Equipment:
1. Glider Staff - the traditional air staff given to Airbenders that allow them to glide upon the winds. While the common airbender way of gliding is through the red suits that have flaps, Kunchen prefers the traditional way with the staff as well as wearing the traditional monk attire.
2. Supply Satchel - Kunchen slings a satchel over his shoulder which contains some water and a few herbs for consumption and healing.
3. Meditation Beads - Kunchen wears a string of meditation beads around his neck which he uses for calming himself down when faced with an intense emotion. He also uses this to pass the time when things become too boring and slow.

Personality: Always with a smile on his face and a laugh to accompany it, Kunchen exemplifies the pacifist view of the Air Nomads. His view on the world is extremely passive, and believes that Nature will always find a way to fix itself. The only job for the people is to survive the natural order. Soft-spoken and emotionally insensitive (not to mention slow to feeling his own emotions), Kunchen proves difficult when it comes to being sensitive and mindful of his companions, often saying things that may be considered offensive to others. Kunchen displays a calm and happy-go-lucky atmosphere to those who would see him, but the young lad has little care for personal space and would often speak his mind without considering its consequences. However, Kunchen is a loyal person who never forgets the debts he owes to others. He is fiercely determined to repay the favors, trying his best never to go back on his word. However, any inquiry towards his past is met with utmost hostility, meriting an angry glare from the monk.

Bio: The restoration of the Air Temples after the resurfacing of the airbenders, a lot of the monks now began their homely life and started to expand their families. Still, their wandering practices continued to be a part of their duties which included helping others wherever they go. A family traditionalist gave birth to a son in the western air temple, but the parents, who were eager wanderers, preferred to travel help other people rather than helping their son grow. After all, in their family, a person will naturally learn of the ways of life as was the nature of their earth. It was a bloody wrong assumption, though, but Kunchen lived mostly alone for his growing years. He grew up under the tutelage of the monks, not his parents, and while he did look forward to their arrival, he already began to expect that, one day, they won't return again. As Kunchen grew in age and wisdom, on his fifteenth birthday, his parents never returned.

Sure, there were moments of grief but Kunchen amazingly moved on from this phase in a matter of three days. His parents always preached about the natural order (which gave him the unhappy childhood that he had), and the young monk only saw their deaths as a natural part of the cycle. Every death is part of the cycle; some live, some will die, it is normal. Times flew by as Kunchen grew up in the monastery, furthering his studies on airbending as well as the natural order of the world. However, even at this point in time, Kunchen is befuddled with the fact that the entire monastery mourned his parents' demise when they couldn't even find their bodies. It's been five years since Pemma and Kunlun returned, but no evidence of their deaths were actually found. As such, when he reached the age of twenty, Kunchen took a vow from their Elder Monk to travel the world in search of evidence of his parents' demise, if only to restore the peace and surety within him.

The elder monk agreed to this vow, stipulating that Kunchen should also help others along his journey. With all things prepared, the young monk travelled forth from the monastery and into the open world where a vicious disruption of the balance underwent. For all he knew, his parents' disappearance could have stemmed from these so-called extremists who indiscriminately destroy anything in their way, disrupting the balance that the air monks sorely believed in.

Other:
1. Kunchen is talented in cooking various herbs and other meals, although, he is mainly vegetarian.
2. A scar runs down his left eye due to an encounter with the extremists as he sought clues for his parents' disappearance.
3. He is extremely naïve when it comes to the reality of relationships with others, as well as having a low emotional understanding of others' feelings.

Avatar: Fight For Hope

Here's an airbender, if you approve of him :D

Hider

Name: Kunchen Sangyen, prefers to be called as Chen.

Age: 20

Origin: The newly restored Western Air Temple.

Element: Air

Appearance:

Hider

Equipment:
1. Glider Staff - the traditional air staff given to Airbenders that allow them to glide upon the winds. While the common airbender way of gliding is through the red suits that have flaps, Kunchen prefers the traditional way with the staff as well as wearing the traditional monk attire.
2. Supply Satchel - Kunchen slings a satchel over his shoulder which contains some water and a few herbs for consumption and healing.
3. Meditation Beads - Kunchen wears a string of meditation beads around his neck which he uses for calming himself down when faced with an intense emotion. He also uses this to pass the time when things become too boring and slow.

Personality: Always with a smile on his face and a laugh to accompany it, Kunchen exemplifies the pacifist view of the Air Nomads. His view on the world is extremely passive, and believes that Nature will always find a way to fix itself. The only job for the people is to survive the natural order. Soft-spoken and emotionally insensitive (not to mention slow to feeling his own emotions), Kunchen proves difficult when it comes to being sensitive and mindful of his companions, often saying things that may be considered offensive to others. Kunchen displays a calm and happy-go-lucky atmosphere to those who would see him, but the young lad has little care for personal space and would often speak his mind without considering its consequences. However, Kunchen is a loyal person who never forgets the debts he owes to others. He is fiercely determined to repay the favors, trying his best never to go back on his word. However, any inquiry towards his past is met with utmost hostility, meriting an angry glare from the monk.

Bio: The restoration of the Air Temples after the resurfacing of the airbenders, a lot of the monks now began their homely life and started to expand their families. Still, their wandering practices continued to be a part of their duties which included helping others wherever they go. A family traditionalist gave birth to a son in the western air temple, but the parents, who were eager wanderers, preferred to travel help other people rather than helping their son grow. After all, in their family, a person will naturally learn of the ways of life as was the nature of their earth. It was a bloody wrong assumption, though, but Kunchen lived mostly alone for his growing years. He grew up under the tutelage of the monks, not his parents, and while he did look forward to their arrival, he already began to expect that, one day, they won't return again. As Kunchen grew in age and wisdom, on his fifteenth birthday, his parents never returned.

Sure, there were moments of grief but Kunchen amazingly moved on from this phase in a matter of three days. His parents always preached about the natural order (which gave him the unhappy childhood that he had), and the young monk only saw their deaths as a natural part of the cycle. Every death is part of the cycle; some live, some will die, it is normal. Times flew by as Kunchen grew up in the monastery, furthering his studies on airbending as well as the natural order of the world. However, even at this point in time, Kunchen is befuddled with the fact that the entire monastery mourned his parents' demise when they couldn't even find their bodies. It's been five years since Pemma and Kunlun returned, but no evidence of their deaths were actually found. As such, when he reached the age of twenty, Kunchen took a vow from their Elder Monk to travel the world in search of evidence of his parents' demise, if only to restore the peace and surety within him.

The elder monk agreed to this vow, stipulating that Kunchen should also help others along his journey. With all things prepared, the young monk travelled forth from the monastery and into the open world where a vicious disruption of the balance underwent. For all he knew, his parents' disappearance could have stemmed from these so-called extremists who indiscriminately destroy anything in their way, disrupting the balance that the air monks sorely believed in.

Other:
1. Kunchen is talented in cooking various herbs and other meals, although, he is mainly vegetarian.
2. A scar runs down his left eye due to an encounter with the extremists as he sought clues for his parents' disappearance.
3. He is extremely naïve when it comes to the reality of relationships with others, as well as having a low emotional understanding of others' feelings.

Mains | League of Legends

A blast of sickly green acid spiraled into the air, smashing upon the gravedigger's shovel which sliced through the wind. Whilst most of the acid splattered upon the weapon, a few drops dripped down Leon's arms, causing nasty red burns to blotch his skin. He attempted to back away, but a familiar wall of spectral meshes surrounded him. Being burned with acid whilst caged in the Box stacked the odds against the gravedigger as his yellow eyes noticed Raze charging at Thresh, proving that he was alone in this battle, or so he thought. Immediately, Urgot, his foe, became afflicted with a haze of purple shrouds and fog, a tell-tale sign of another champion incoming. Leon spun around, noticing that the helper had given him a hand before charging after Raze.

With the malefic visions distracting the horrific construct of a man, Leon barreled through the spectral wall, feeling his energy being sapped out of him as his feet became numb. His knees buckled, his nerves twitched, and his body fell to the floor in a messy heap. His vision dimmed for a few moments, as the onslaught of battle continued to play out around him. Soon, Leon caught his breath and used his shovel to aid his shaky rise.

"You," Leon panted, still unable to fully recover from Thresh's spectral walls, even until now, his spine and blood chilled within him. Dark clouds threatened to puncture at his vision, and it took almost everything just for Leon to keep himself standing. "I won't let you get the best of me." Leon declared his resolve before a green burst of prana swirled around him. Then, he raised his shovel before slamming it into the ground, causing a caustic emerald cloud to explode in Urgot's direction, a decaying ghoul rising from the earth attempting to claw at the construct. As soon as more explosions occurred near the café, hurling debris into the air, Leon jumped and gathered energies into his shovel before swinging it at a hurtling slab of concrete. The huge slab was propelled by the shovel's explosion, flying towards Urgot who was shrouded in the green fog. However, the air became chilling and cold. The acidic burns on Leon's face and arms began to throb with pain as more reddish blots appeared on his skin. Leon looked for the source of such a chill when he noticed Claire a few meters away from them, gathering what seemed to be a glacial storm. He felt such a great amount of energy from her spell, and to unleash it here would inevitably cause collateral damage.

Leon sprinted, or rather limped hurriedly, towards Claire, his voice calling out to her. "Claire! Don't do it! You're going to kill us all!" he lunged at her, attempting to coil his arms around her to bring her back to reality. The cold and frost around the woman bit and nipped at the gravedigger's skin, but he remained steadfast and continued to fully encase the furious cryomage in his arms, if only to remind her that a mass ice age was not the best answer to this problem. Leon hissed in pain, continuing his resolve.

@DFA@TheWinchester4@Adalrod

A Prized bride (The return)

Well, I do hope my brides will post. Or else, I'm a sitting drakken duck.

Mains | League of Legends

I still can't fathom how Heimerdinger and Poppy are taller than Elise.