I'm Pollen, hope you're not allergic. I like writing a myriad of characters in all kinds of genres, so I'm pretty much down for anything roleplay-wise.
Sure! Though again as I've said, I've never done this before so I may not understand the etiquette. But I'll try my best, I look forward to learning with you.
That's all good with me. I can take it easy on you to start with, if that helps. And if you ever have questions or feel that something needs clarifying, then please don't hesitate to ask.
The peasantry stamped their feet, roaring from the stands as another knight was pummeled to the ground. The victor raised his mace and spread his arms to welcome their cheers, before backing away as a fretting marshal and two assistants rushed forth to tend to his defeated opponent.
The tournament was just warming up, opening with a few sparring matches on foot before the jousting and the main event. Few warriors bothered competing in these rounds, preferring instead to seek glory on horseback with blunted lances. Even in plate armor, fighting with real weapons often led to death or injury, and the risk seemed hardly worth the renown.
So both nobles and peasants alike could hardly contain their surprise when the fair-haired Sir Favian Procell stepped out onto the grassy field, decked out in full plate armor with a steel longsword in hand and a rondel dagger sheathed beside his right hip. The handsome knight was a renowned warrior, and one of the favorites to win the upcoming joust—so what was he doing here? Surely there was nothing to be gained from participating in such a minor scuffle, especially not for a man of such great repute as he?
The knight's cold blue eyes offered no answer as he pulled his visor down and lowered the tip of his blade to the earth, calmly awaiting his opponent's arrival. A growing murmur swept through the crowds in the stands, a thrum of anticipation for what promised to be the most interesting match yet.
Seems you're looking for a no-powers medieval melee match, so I'll bring Sir Favian Procell, knight of House Dawnwood, outfitted in his own set of plate armor plus one rondel dagger and one steel longsword. If that sounds about right, then we can start whenever!
He was clever, the dragon man. Clever enough to know that little Akiva was much scarier than she seemed, and that he should keep his eyes right on her, to make sure she didn't creep up when he wasn't looking and tear him to pieces!
But if he was looking at her, that meant he wasn't looking other places. Wasn't looking at the mixed-blood warrior who readied a strike from beneath his cloak, wasn't looking at the powerful Oro perched atop a pillar, wasn't looking at the chatty Sol who'd already drawn his sword...
...and, most importantly, he wasn't looking behind his head, where a four-inch portal was silently sliding open.
Or behind Akiva's wing, which concealed not only her musket but another portal of similar size.
From the way her emotions were bubbling up, he'd know she was about to attack. When the attack came, however, she didn't lunge, or shoot, or even leap into the air.
Instead, she jabbed. Jabbed the butt of her musket through the portal behind her wing, to slam it with all her strength into the back of his skull.
Armor could keep him from being cut or shot, but it couldn't entirely stop blunt force. Wouldn't be able to stop Akiva from knocking him off balance, nor stop her concussive blow from bouncing his skull off the inside of his helmet, bouncing his brain off the inside of his skull and leaving him stunned, reeling, ever so vulnerable...
That was Akiva's first thought as she appeared in the arena. It seemed very silly to her; rocks belonged on the ground, not in the air!
It must have taken a lot of magic to lift it all up here, and Akiva couldn't imagine why, but right now there were more important things for her to worry about. Her prey was here, five beasts each stronger than the last, and the strongest of them all stood right in the middle. He had a hard shell, that one, covering up his whole body. Akiva would need to crack it open, expose the vulnerable meat inside.
Even as she made these observations, Akiva curled her left wing protectively in front of her, holding her weapon behind it so that the others wouldn't see. Her eyes peeked out over the top of her wing, and her knees bent, ready to jump into the air if she needed to.
She saw the doorway appear from her high perch, a gateway made of magic and mystery and stranger things still. Her eyes went wide, pupils narrowing, fixed on the portal as she unslung her musket from her back, already loaded. Through there lay the hunt. The hunt! The stalking and fighting and cutting and tearing and eating! Akiva wanted it, wanted it all!
She leaped off the rooftop, and her wings spread wide, stark red and white against the open sky. For a moment, she hung in the air...
Then, like a hawk swooping in for the kill, she dove down towards the portal and sailed straight on through, a wild smile slashed across her face as she plunged into its waiting maw.
This place was the wrong kind of quiet. Not the silence of an empty wasteland, not the stillness of an empty sky, nor even the hush of wild creatures when they knew Akiva was stalking. This was... empty. Eerie. This was a place of buildings and windows and doors, a hive that should be full and bustling with men and women and sweet tiny children. But from her perch, all Akiva could see were three tall warriors, chattering amongst themselves. One, a female, spoke harshly to the others, and then left.
Are these my prey? Akiva wondered. They all looked big, and strong, and fast. Lots of muscle, which meant lots of meat, but also a long chase. But it didn't feel like it was the right time yet. These hunts had rules, and Akiva didn't think she was supposed to be stalking them just yet.
She could watch, though. There were no rules about watching.
Her eyes drifted to the notices, posted in loud, clear letters. She could see them well even from all the way up here; Akiva had good eyes, but all the same the letters were finnicky and weird, unfamiliar. She'd never quite gotten used to all those squiggly lines, those foreign words.
Slowly, slowly, she read through the letters one by one, her lips forming the words as she began to comprehend. "Twi... Lite... Dra... Gun..." The Champion, which was another word for Alpha. The biggest and strongest of the pack.
Akiva ran her tongue over her teeth. I want to meet him...
100%+: Choose an element. You can become that element entirely and manipulate it freely up to ten meters around for thirty seconds. Immune to physical strikes while in this form. Has a ten minute cooldown. (Element chosen: METAL) 2 Soul cost each manipulation 90%+: Choose an element. You are entirely immune to it. (Element chosen: METAL) 80%+: Can absorb soul from those you touch. Recovering wounds, and stamina as well. Can conjure steel armor or weapons. Can only conjure and use only one piece of armor or weapon. When one is destroyed then another can be summoned. 2 Soul cost +1 Stamina or Soul per second. 70%+: Can form small portals down to the size of a fist. 60%+: Can create a person sized portal up to twenty meters away within sight. If two are made can move between the two. Can only have two portals active at once. When a third is made the last two disappear. 2 Soul cost 50%+: Can sense when a portal is being formed nearby up to five meters. 40%+: Large angelic wings allowing flight. 30%+: Small wings on the back to allow even swifter movements x2 speed. 20%+: Can see the souls of those before them. 10%+: Naturally lighter and a bit swifter.
Background: Akiva is a hunter, a Seraph of the wild forests far beyond the reach of civilization. For years upon years, she ate only what she could forage or kill, slept only under the open sky, and fought to survive on a daily basis. There were other Seraphs like her in the jungles, remnants of a long-fallen tribe who competed with her for territory. Whenever she killed one of her brethren, Akiva would pluck the feathers from their wings, weaving them into her clothes to serve as warning to her challengers. However, this savage existence could not continue forever. Gradually, lone explorers found their way into the forests, followed by woodcutters, slavers, and finally settlers. As many of the other hunter-gatherers were killed or enslaved, Akiva realized that her only chance of surviving would be to integrate with civilization. She started out as a guide, leading explorers through the forest and learning their language. Then she became a trader, selling parts of the beasts she killed, and learned to use the more advanced weaponry of the colonists who had invaded her home. Even as the wilderness was conquered, she adapted, and survived. All the same, she could never quite become accustomed to civilized society. Akiva was a natural-born killer, but her talents were hardly appreciated in her new surroundings, especially once the game in the forests was replaced by tamed, grazing animals. So when word reached her ears of gladiatorial contests being held further inland, she knew she'd found her calling. If the wilderness was gone, then let her hunt in the arena, pushing her skills to their limit against the most deadly prey of all...
Everything is excellent except for the immunity to an element has to align with the element chosen to become. So she essentially will be immune to metal.
Hello!
I'm Pollen, hope you're not allergic. I like writing a myriad of characters in all kinds of genres, so I'm pretty much down for anything roleplay-wise.
Come talk with me if you want! I'm friendly.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Hello!<br><br>I'm Pollen, hope you're not allergic. I like writing a myriad of characters in all kinds of genres, so I'm pretty much down for anything roleplay-wise.<br><br>Come talk with me if you want! I'm friendly.</div>
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