Emu

Holes In Your Coffin: A Zombie Apocalypse

I'm interested, if there's room for another! It would be nice to have a rp to satisfy my post-apocalypse needs. XD

Aria Bay

@Diamond655 At least on my part, don't worry about it! People get busy or stumped on what to write all the time, it's no biggie.

Castle Grimm [A Fantasy Drama]

Craggard sprung from his seat with such force he caused the table to shake a little, as Lady Primrosa took her seat with all the grace expected from someone of her status. If the missy looked pretty from a distance, she looked jaw-dropping up close. He could only describe her appearance as dream-like, with wispy blonde hair, a slender figure, and deep blue eyes like the finest gemstones. She was so unlike the women he had seen where he was from, her skin was porcelain and soft, lacking the roughness and grime that coated their skin. Her eyes shone with a healthy glow, so unlike the hard, cold look he was so used to seeing. The nobleman was reminded of the dolls an old friend used to admire behind shop windows. Once, he even dragged her in the shop to" borrow" one for her, only to be chased out and scolded by the same girl he was trying to do something nice for. Bah, honestly... even then, she was such a nag.

Realizing he had been staring at the Lady Primrosa for longer than he meant to, Craggard cleared his throat and raised his glass as well, his face spreading into a wide grin.
" Lady Primrosa, you've made the right choice with us Onxyites! I think you'll find the lot of us are worthy allies," Craggard boasted. Despite his best efforts at trying to sound professional, his voice still dripped with sleaze.

Castle Grimm [A Fantasy Drama]

Sorry for the wait, guys. I'm going to try and have a post up by the end of the day.

The Nights of Athea | Dragon-Shifters

Okay, I think I'm done! Let me know if anything needs to be worked on.

Camilla Vexus

Username: Emu
Name: Camilla Vexus
Age: 32
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Weapons: Camilla’s abilities with a sword are impressive, although her weapon of choice is her prized battle-axe, which is strapped on her back at all times. The hilt of the weapon is worn and is covered in a rough, scratchy cloth. Closer inspection upon the weapon will also reveal small, jagged edges like tiny teeth along the blade.

Appearance

Personality: Camilla is brutish and hot-tempered, something almost immediately noticed by people who meet her. In Ellicia, she is hailed as a hero of war, something she takes great pride in. Camilla is an excellent warrior, and will charge into battle without fear of death or failure. She is a loyal soldier and seems to take genuine pride in fighting for Elicia. Though loud-mouthed and harsh on her underlings, she also treats the men under her command with a great amount of respect, and treats them more like good friends than underlings. She considers it a honor to serve her country and will protect it at all costs, even if she isn’t sure if her king is doing the right thing. The king’s word is law, and if he wants something done, she will deliver to the best of her ability.
Years of intense physical training and harsh treatment may have created a loyal dog for the king, but it also created a ruthless beast of a woman. When it comes to her enemies, Camilla is merciless and often needlessly cruel to her victims. She takes an uncomfortable amount of glee in seeing those she hates writhe in agony, something she picked up from her mentor long ago.

Short Biography: Camilla was born to a farmer and his wife, both of which who were kind, if not meek and rather spineless. Camilla, then named Ana, was a miracle child to her parents, who were never able to have children. The peasants adored and spoiled their daughter the best they could with the little money they had, until Ana was taken from them during a time of war in Elicia. Due to a shortage in soldiers, the King had decided to select children from peasants and take them to Elicia’s capital, where they would be trained to become the finest warriors of Elicia. Her parents were devastated to have their child taken from them, and could only watch as she was dragged away.

Upon arrival at the capital, the group of peasant children were divided into different factions by gender and age. Each faction had a designated mentor, and Ana’s was ruthless and treated her squad harshly. The buildings Ana and the other peasant children were kept in were cramped and cold, and they were often up long hours honing their skills at the command of their teacher. Despite his reputation for needless cruelty, the man was also a fine strategist and martial artist, and under his training, Ana became just as strong as he was. With her brutish strength and effective fighting techniques, she was able to elbow her way into a position as Commander of around 50 troops by the time she was 25 years old. As soon as she was released from her training, she chose a new name for herself, feeling that she had outgrown her old one.

Other: Camilla, although she knows little about dragons, is quite fascinated by them. She is one of many Elicians who wish to be the first to capture, or even slay, a dragon.

For the Glory of The Empire

Elias looked up in surprise at the driver of the carriage. He hadn't heard him even speak since his arrival, and Elias hadn't even noticed the man, who seemed to linger behind lady Valtoris like a shadow. Elias glared at him from behind, but gingerly shut the book as he was told.

Staring down at his lap, he muttered " I know that..." He did not, however, move from the edge of the carriage, not minding the driver's suggestion. The young nobleman's eyes wandered to the girl on the other side of the carriage and her little toy. Regardless of what the others thought, he still was convinced there was a mistake. He wasn't impressed by her little meek act- no matter how apologetic or shy she acted, that didn't change his suspicions about her. For now, he would keep his distance from her, and the same went to the thief, who had made himself at home in the carriage, sleeping away. Not a bad idea, sleeping the trip away, except for the fact that Elias could be robbed blind.

He found himself bored without a book to read or a task to complete. Elias's mind was never at rest, and he felt uneasy without something to do. He could only hope for a quick arrival to their destination. He wondered what the party intended to do after dark, when rumored beasts came out to prey on weary travelers and children. Elias could think of a variety of terrifying monsters, and none of them brought comforting thoughts. He shivered, thankful that he could be protected by defensive spells.

For the Glory of The Empire

I mean like boy genius or our thief. If they don't reply soon, then I guess I will to simply move the plot forward, but >_<

@SanaChan

I'm on it, sorry! I started a post last night but have yet to finish it.

The Nights of Athea | Dragon-Shifters

@AmbraOkay, quick question. I know you aren't wanting trans/gay/nonbinary characters, which is understandable, but what about a woman in a position of military power? In history, it's definitely been uncommon, but there have been a few instances of that, right?

The Nights of Athea | Dragon-Shifters

I actually really like the lore you've built up here, and seeing how dragons are freaking awesome, I'm totally game for this! Maybe expect a character sheet sometime tomorrow?

For the Glory of The Empire

Upon getting into the carriage, Elias had edged himself as far away as possible from the others, pressing himself against the far end of the vehicle by a small window. The boy was not pleased with being stuffed inside a carriage with the same people he had just squabbled with, and he found himself even less pleased when a filthy looking girl and a dog crammed themselves into the carriage. Elias wished he had brought a horse- although the Beauvallet's horses were more like pets than transportation. His mother spoiled those animals rotten anyway. He doubted she would let him bring one for the journey.

Elias did his best to ignore the others, pulling out a large leather-bound tome from his bag and positioning it up to his face so he couldn't see the riffraff near him. He looked quite uncomfortable, even ridiculous, pressed against the edge of the carriage with the huge book covering his face, but he found it quite convenient. If he closed his eyes, he could pretend he was outside on horseback with his fellow nobles, impressing them with his knowledge and expertise.