DeadlyEssence

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You're (Both) New to This Aren't You?

There was no doubt about it. She was late again. She sighed and rolled her eyes, at this point she had very few options. She could run to class, she could finish walking there and pretend she wasn't late and that everyone else was early, pretend she didn't know the scheduled class time was ten minutes ago, or she could steal the unlocked bike on the rack back there. She stopped. She could steal the bike on the rack back there. Besides, it wasn't really stealing - she would most definitely return it, eventually- after class. She squinted her eyes, and back-tracked. She had almost gotten to the bike when some guy with black spiked hair, eyeliner, black gloves and an all black attire grabbed the bike. He looked around and then reached in his back pack - apparently he had forgotten to lock it and finding his lock still in his pack was proof. He shook his head - probably telling himself he was stupid and then left with Felixia's only viable option at getting to class relatively on time. Now, she was certain she'd be ten minutes late.

Felixia threw her hands into her jacket pockets and shook her head -then she remembered today was her exam. That was the whole reason she even bothered getting up at 8am after going to that bar with her friends last night. She made a fist and pulled her hand out of her pocket to hit herself on the forehead- softly. She felt stupid. Then, she began to jog/run to class. Which was very uncomfortable, her back-pack bounced around shamelessly as she ran, and her phone inched it's way out of her jacket pocket. She reached down to make sure it was still secure when she felt it fall. Crap. She stopped her run just in time to kick her phone. Instinctively she reached out for it knowing well that she was not going to catch it.

Then, her phone stopped. It was in the midst of landing on the ground further ahead of her when it just stopped moving- in mid air just an inch from the ground. After a few seconds it fell flat onto the ground. Felixia looked at the phone before reluctantly bending down and picking it up. She inspected it, there were no scratches. What the? Ugh. Whatever. This time she kept her phone in her hand as she ran. It took her a few minutes to make to to class, but when she walked in and the door closed behind her she say a whole classroom full of people turn to look at the girl in grey skinny jeans, a dark blue baggy t-shirt barely visible under a black jacket. She pulled the jacket closed and zipped it up slightly. Being late was always so dang awkward.

Papers were still being passed out. Felixia maneuvered through the rows of people to an empty seat, clutching her purple book bag to her in an attempt to keep from hitting anyone with it. She set it beside her when she sat down and reached in to grab a pencil. It was a mindless action but she felt the pencil make contact with her skin sooner than expected. She ignored it, she had too much to drink last night- that was obvious. She set it down on the desk in front of her.

She ran her fingers through her brown hair, the natural highlights peeked through, she took a deep breath, maybe the professor hadn't noticed she was late. She pulled her phone out, for a second her hazel eyes reflected back to her in the screen until she pushed the power button and the screen lit up. She powered it off just in case and slipped it into her book bag. She hadn't studied but she felt confident.

Just an Interest Check

Bump - and let the games begin!

Briefing (High Cas)

Welcome hunter.
You have not received this message in error. You have been invited to join a black ops team assembled for a single mission, we sent invitation to the best of the best. Your work will be dully compensated – if you manage to complete the mission successfully, that is. If you fail and your body is recoverable we will do all we can to give proper respects to any family you may have left. Your funeral will be covered, and your family given a small compensation.

It appears that the government needs outside help to complete a top-secret mission. You will be outside the confines of the law, and if you are captured you are on your own. Your task is to locate Chavez Agulierra. He stole something that belongs to us, and upon finding him your task is to find the stolen good and retrieve it.
A holographic syringe is displayed, it contains green liquid. The image shows the syringe in it's black case, clearly modified to keep the contents safe. It has a single logo on it – a circle with a sword through it.
This will be the first step of your mission. Upon completion you will be given coordinates for a drop off, and you will be given Intel as to the next steps.

If you agree to take this task you are to meet at the rendezvous. This holographic display will act as your GPS to meet the rest of your team, from there you will be directed to a hotel, it will have all the gear you need.

This device will reactivate in two hours and lead you to your rendezvous, if you do not travel to the rendezvous this device will self-destruct.

Your country thanks you.

The Team:

The Guns Guy
The Blade Enthusiast
The Martial Arts Expert
The Spy
The Computer Geek

My character will probably be the blade enthusiast.

Clash of the Races - Fantasy

@paragloan@Arista

There is a general introduction post for the RP in the IC section of the thread. It's not my best story-telling tone but I figured it would do to set the tone at least for now, I can definitely rewrite it with some better style later...
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I'd love to get some characters approved for this so that we can get into the actual nitty-gritty part. Of how our characters will meet and then take off. (If you both are still interested)

When making your character just try to be sure to match up the characteristics of the race, and if it is a mix choose your favorites from each.
My character has a natural demon form but she is half shapeshifter so she just makes herself look like a normal shape shifter as much as possible. Some shifter mixes don't have a the other race's natural form, they are a shifter naturally. They could probably choose to embody their other race regardless of their shifter group because its in their blood, but they wouldn't necessarily get the powers while in that form.
If you have any questions creating your character let me know. There is a ton of possibilities. If you want multiple characters that could possibly be a thing too.

Also we can shift our conversation to the other thread if you guys would like.

Clash of the Races

The war has spread like fire across all of the races. Elves have tried to pit Demons against the Shifters. Humans go tearing through random battlefields as they please, killing off all that they desire. The Nymphs are in a frenzy to fix the damages of the battlefield. All of the major cities have found themselves drug into the war and many citizens have left for the smaller towns in hopes for their own safety and the safety of their children. Some of the rural dwellers have moved to the city to prepare to fight for their race's honor. No one really knows why the war started, much less how it grew to such proportions they simply know that if they back down now their cities and their race will be eradicated.

The races have taken this nefarious opportunity to purge the mixed bloods. Blaming them for starting the whole of the war. Dozens of mixed bloods have been killed, sent to war. Others kill themselves. Those who are lucky have escaped their race's region and found a safe haven among other Pariahs. They have banded together but the Humans have discovered their location and the Pariah-Human treaty has been shattered - leaving the village open to attacks by the humans. Those uninjured search for a new home to relocate to.

Humans have begun experimentation on the various races - trying to uncover what a Dementor is, and their power limit. Trying to infuse humans with the gift of magic. Most do not live through the experiments, others die in agony only weeks later. Demons have their horns removed. Nymphs have their blood siphoned. Elves and Shapeshifters are injected with various chemicals and all the races have fallen victim to the various diabolical research plots. There are three known human laboratories, all of them double as prisons.

Though, as fate would have it Seers have tipped off the Nazuras and desperately they attempt to raise awareness of the possible greater evil at play. Rumors spread like wild fire. Consistently the word Dementors is thrown around. The magical community is buzzing with concern and curiosity. What is this new race? Has someone seen it? The Seers say there are three who will change the current course of the races. No one knows how they will be brought together, or what they will do but the Nazuras are hoping they are made known soon, before it is too late. Seers and Nazuras alike are in search of the foreseen three.

Mage, Peasant, and Necromancer

Great, just read it. Lots going on!

I'll wait for @ScreenAcne's post.

Mage, Peasant, and Necromancer

Then that's why I never sleep.

Mage, Peasant, and Necromancer

Time had passed -Jayni was sure of it. How much, now that she could not answer. The sun had moved, definitely but she was never really sure how proportionate the sun's movement was with the time. She had thought about getting up, she really had, but that took energy, and that took dealing with more of the pain – and that just made her unmotivated. Surely she should go to the city, get herself looked at, report her information on the missing stones, the thief, the mage, but that didn't even seem important at the moment.

The grass beneath her back pricked her skin and made it itchy, she still didn't move, at one point she began counting clouds – until she had counted all of them in her vision, which wasn't many at all. She wanted bun-bun back, and she wanted to undo everything that had happened in the last half hour, fifteen minutes, hour? She wasn't sure, but she wanted it all to go away. At one point she thought she had convinced herself to get up, but before really moving she had given up again.

Her trip to Irakix was not supposed to go like this. She was not supposed to be attacked. The stones, some stones- whatever they were were not supposed to be stolen. The bell- alarm was not supposed to be ringing off in the distance. She felt like her whole trip was a waste and that she might as well just get up, walk back to the portal and have the spirits send someone to bring her back to the Ruins with her sister. Yes – that was what she needed to do.

There were footsteps in the distance, this gave hope to Jayni, then she felt her blood run cold as she thought of the possibility of someone being sent to finish her off, or make sure she had died. She almost got up, but she saw the person who had entered the forest. It was a man with golden hair and armor he didn't look like an evil minion.

“Excuse me miss, are you okay?”

“Oh. Uh. Yeah. I'm just wonderful.” She said, the words caused her to cough -she hadn't spoken since the attack and didn't realize it was of any strain at all until now. When the mage pulled a card out Jayni flinched – she was still jumpy and half expected him to attack her – despite his apparent concern.

Then, Jayni felt her wounds practically disappear. A hand reached across her stomach and she didn't feel the wounds – not that she had felt them before, she was only certain there where there and did not want to alarm herself. But now, there was nothing, nothing but smooth skin. Jayni couldn't help but to laugh again. Not only had she survived but now she was healed – what a day. Wait til Praxmy hears this! She thought.. Her sister wouldn't believe a word of it.

Since she was healed Jayni sat up, but the mage was right, she would be in pain – it hurt. She let out a small groan as she braced herself to stand, and to her own surprise she could. It had completely slipped her mind that she might be capable of anything but lying on the ground – almost wallowing in her self-pity.

“Well, uhm. Thank you.” Jayni said as she looked at the man.

She hadn't even really noticed the second person enter the scene, but she heard him, and when she looked he was over by the pile of limbs. She cringed at the thought of the attack, of the spirits, of Bun-bun. Then he asked.

“Bun-bun.” She said quietly, walking over to see the corpse, she knelt down and grimaced in pain as she picked it up and held it close.

Jayni didn't have many words for what had actually happened. She, really didn't know how to explain.

“The result of spirits and energy.” was all she said before turning her back to the pile, she kept bun-bun close to her chest and petted the lifeless bunny's head.