Eyeris

Torn Across the Rift

@RokkuHoshi

Sweet. :3

Torn Across the Rift

Herbert frowned. "Whatever was the meaning for that Ariel?"

Dzel touched the husky on the head, scratching gently behind her ear. Then she stood, facing Herbert with the bone in her hands.

"I think that she is worried... And so am I... That this may be an evil creature. More dangerous than we know. If we should put it back together, and if it should come back to life, who knows what it might do should it also regain power?"

Rozalind stepped over to the Gargoyle, XIII, Charles, and Dimitri. She looked the sickly gargoyle over. "You feel ill during the day. Charles, we will have to take that into account when planning." There was no way any of them could carry the gargoyle out if things got ugly. He was far too heavy. "What's this?" She hadn't seen exactly what had happened with the bone puppy, her eyes had been looking out for enemies outside the castle, she should have suspected they could already be planted within the castle. "Keep it separated. We will bring it back in two parts. We will let the lab put it back together and see what happens. I don't want to jepordise the mission if we don't know what is going to happen--"

Zesiro cut in. "---I'll tell you what is going to happen. If it's an un-dead thing then that shit is only bones. If you bring it back to base you will just have a useless sac of bones. Shit doesn't come back by itself." He flipped on the radio. "Hey guys. Possible mage presence, necromancer, consider any dead bodies you see as loaded guns."

Torn Across the Rift

@pixiedragon454

Hey hey! I like the concept. Can you go into a bit more detail?

900s Sweden... You seem to be doing a viking type idea? Can you talk about what it was like to live where and when she lived? Which culture she belonged to?

Abilities and skills: I suggest you make a list and elaborate on each point.
Can command ice: What are the parameters? Is it like telepathy or like freezing/melting things?
Healing: Again, how much can she heal?
Fighting skills: ..?

Also looking at the list it seems like your character has a wide range of abilities. Fighter, healer, and mage. To make a more dynamic character you should go for a specialization. Pick one of the above three to focus on and be really good at.

Personality: Can you elaborate a bit more here as well?

Hogwarts, 1480

Tadaaa!

Brownie points for first post?

Hogwarts, 1480

Avice held back, fiddling with her hair a few more times. She wanted to make a good first impression for her first day back at school. She wanted to be thought pretty, she wanted to be liked, and regarded with respect. She wanted all these things from both her classmates, teachers, and her elder brother, Sorin, who stood just outside the carriage.

Avice jumped out of the carriage after her cousins. She wanted to embrace her brother, Sorin, but held back. Last year he had scolded her for being too childish and embarrassing with her affection. So, she grabbed the edge of her skirt and curtsied so deeply her knees trembled. “Thank you, Sorin.,.”

He rolled his eyes. “Out with you.” He did not look at her, but instead gazed toward the throng of children. He wore a thin frown on his face. Avice wondered what was bothering him, but before she could ask he waved his hand. The gesture was a command, it pushed her away. “I will see you soon enough.”

She obeyed, after giving two smaller much more clumsy curtsies, and skipped away and caught up with her cousins.

She wondered how it was that they had been sorted into Gryffindor and herself into Slytherin. Of course they were going to be together, but, she was sad that the three were somehow apart. She was not as close to them as they were to each other. Her mother explained that they shared a womb, they shared magic, they shared a soul... Perhaps Avice was just jealous that anyone could be so close to anyone. She and her own brother had grown distant as he got older, but that would never happen to Chandler and Issac they were the same age. Avice felt awfully lonely over the summer. It seemed to her that she had hardly seen the twins or her cousins, then her brother ignored her, and there was no one her own age!

She hooked her around the elbow of each twin, one on her left and one on her right. Avice kept her head on a swivel, scanning for their other cousin, Tullia, and her fiance Diarmuid.

She hadn’t decided how she felt about Diarmuid, the same way one does not decide how to feel about the coming of Wednesday, or sunrise, or death, until it's there. Diarmuid was a fact of life. One day it will be Wednesday, and one day she will marry, have children with, and grow old with Diarmuid. Maybe Tuesday she would have a rather useless opinion about Wednesday, for, Wednesday would arrive without delay. She was only 13 and theses were such adult concerns. That time of her life felt so far away...

Here and now was her third year at Hogwarts. Family, friends, quidditch, and magic filled her present life.

“Oh cousins, it is cruel of the sorting hat to put us on different houses while we all have such a talent for quidditch… When they make me the seeker of Slytherin, Gryffindor will have no chance at the house cup!” She teased the twins, tugging on their arms playfully.

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Ingerith took the shape of a man. Sun-tanned skin, blonde hair, muggle mercenary armor. She held the thestral reigns tightly, too tightly, she made the beasts anxious. Normally she would feel safer once she got her students into Hogwarts, yet, after her meeting with the headmaster she knew to keep her eyes open for enemies within and without the castle.

She had left the meeting frowning and bitter. [i]'I should have known better. No pure blood would truly make a place for the lost ones...' Yet, Hogwarts was still better than nowhere. The lost ones would need to be on their guard their whole lives and they would need to start now. It was a hard lesson: They were safe from neither muggles nor wizards.

She stepped down to open the side of the wagon. A small cluster of faces looked at her wide-eyed. Most were first years, others older students who needed a ride to the castle. Ingerith had made arrangements for all of them, the ones she could not she had to fetch herself.

“We are here now, this is Hogwarts, the Wizarding school.” She counted, making sure she had the same number as when she set out. “Your safer here than out in the world, but, remember that not everyone can be trusted.” She had warned them of the dangers beforehand, but, best to refresh their minds before they got enamored by all the magic and wonder they were about to witness. “I’ll be here to watch out for you, but be sure to watch out for each other, and yourselves especially.”

She then stepped aside and let the first year children out of their carriage. Far too many of them could see the thestrals, and kept fearful eyes upon the strange creatures until they made ample distance. She stood by the thestrals, apologizing for her tight handed guidance over their journey.

She recognized the returning students, everyone took transfiguration. The lost ones she had brought in years past would recognize her in this disguise, and some of the other students might as well. She would nod softly if she caught eyes with those that new her.

Hogwarts, 1480

I'll be posting tonight!

Torn Across the Rift

It came apart easily. The neck crumbled in her jaws like the beads of a necklace falling off their thread. The bones flew and scattered in all directions as the husky pawed the body apart. Was it only a pile of bones? What had been holding them together? Or had the animation only been a group delusion?

Torn Across the Rift

There ya go ^_^

Torn Across the Rift

Zesiro blinked as the massive gargoyle cleared the snow. "Ah... Yeah. Keep doing that." Zesiro looked around. He frowned at Dimitri when the drink was offered. "Ask my brother, he'd like it." Twain was the friendly and indulgent one. Zesiro seemed to walk around with a chip on his shoulder.

"Dimitri." Rozalind snapped her eyes toward the monk. "We discussed this. You can not be drunk out here." She applauded the gargoyle, wishing the rest had his focus and good sense. "Help him out. Clear out the bigger rocks and debris. Let's clear the room. Set it up as it was before the... Event... As close as we can get it."

Rozalind then turned aside and spoke into her radio.

"Natasha." Rozalind had worked within TRIDENT a very long time but had not worked with Natasha directly before. How strange... "Natasha. Hirshe. Wolfe. Are we clear? Is anyone else out there? We can begin soon."

Dzel knelt by a body, flanked by the husky and the sprite. "They have compassion for power." Dzel replied bitterly. "And even disregarded their own lives in exchange for it... This was an act of evil." Dzel decided. Then, when the husky barked, Dzel turned her attention toward it.

The thing that Ariel found would suddenly shudder, move, and make noise.

"c-c-click-click-click-c-c-c-c-" chattering back at the barking dog.

It stood up on four bony legs.. Not bone-like. It was literally made of bones. It looked back at the husky with empty-eye-sockets. only a foot tall and a foot long itself. It was a creature made of bones.

To be clear, it was not a creature that was missing flesh or skin. It was not really a proper skeleton. It was as if someone took random bones form the site, and reformed them into sculpture that looked like a small dog. Then animated it. It's front leg was actually a cracked ulnar bone, its teeth were tiny phalanges, it's skull was not one skull, but other bones clumsily amalgamated into what looked like a skull, the spinal bones were all sorts of bones put in all the wrong order.

Hogwarts, 1480

Well... Here is mine!

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Name: Avice Black

Age: 13

Appearance:


House:
Wand:

Personality:

The young tween is difficult to surmise. At a first meeting it is clear that the girl is outgoing and prone to silliness and vanity. She has a dreamer's eyes and speaks in a soft whispery voice.

She is easily distracted. She is disorganized. She can not manage her time or attention well. She falls behind in classes and is late due to poor time management. He grades do not reflect her intellectual potential, she consistently beats older peers at wizard's chess and other strategy games, but, her lack of focus is her academic downfall.

Avice is very active and playful. She can’t sit still or stay quiet. She enjoys games of all kinds, from wizards chess to quidditch. She also loves stories, which is likely originated from growing up around the infamous Black family bragging. Her parents told their children stories of famous ancestors and important wizards in their bloodline, they also boasted often to their social circles about family accomplishments, they gossiped, they slandered, they preached the evils of muggles and blood-traitors. She herself is a storyteller but a terrible one. She twists her tongue and her tale too often. She might forget important details, causing wide plot holes and dropped punchlines. She will often change the story just to make it more interesting, or will re-tell it differently for different audiences. In her mind the effect of the story is more important than the truth of it. The purpose of the story, in her immature mind, is for fun. Her third main activity is playing pranks and jokes on others. She loves to provoke reactions and does not seem to care if the reaction is positive or negative when she is planning her pranks.

She is bright and agreeable when she is feeling jovial. However, Avice has difficulty managing her emotions. She has been called over dramatic, that she has a weak resole, that she is ungovernable, or undisciplined, or overly sensitive. When she becomes upset she completely falls apart. She ‘becomes difficult’ and she is prone to weeping, abandoning her responsibilities, yelling, and even violence. It is difficult to know what to expect from her, though, this shift in temperament is not instantaneous. The fits are usually triggered by an event such as a low grade on an important test, rejection from a peer, or loosing her wand, being punished by her parents, embarrassed, etc. Again, not in an instant, the cycle between high and low tends to turn every few days.

She is afraid of the dark.

She practically worships her older brother Sorin. When she is ‘in one of her moods’ Sorin is the only one who can calm her down. He, however, being older and much more mature does not relate to Avice personally. He is often annoyed with her antics.

Bio:

Avice grew up in a wealthy pureblood house. As a Black she was raised to be proud, conduct herself with proper etiquette, and have a certain set of values.

She is the younger of two, her older brother Sorin is her her hero. She is a thorn in his side. Before Sorin started school he was very protective of Avice. Their father had a temper that could get out of hand. Sorin would often take the blame for Avice’s antics purposefully. She did not always escape the temper, but, Sorin usually could manage to get the worst of it for himself. After he began schooling Sorin became more concerned with his studies, his friends, and his own advancement. He began to agree with the other adults that Avice was too sensitive. Avice did not stop seeing her brother as her hero despite the change in his regard for her.

Sorin was groomed with great expectations begin the oldest and only boy to carry on the family name. He was given much and disciplined harshly when he took it for granted. They still punished their daughter but with relatively softer hand. There was also a difference of intention. Sorin was was given favor or punishment in order to shape him. Avice was given favor or punishment to deal with her in the moment. The parents seem to be relying on time and maturity to sand down her rough edges. They already took care of the most important aspect of her life, the expectation that she marry a pureblood and create more purebloods: They arranged her marriage at an early age with another strong pure blooded family. She is engaged to Cennétig Diarmuid Royceston Bana. They have met a few times in supervised visits before they began attending Hogwarts together.

Her occasional playmates growing up were her first cousins, ‘the twins’, Isaac and Chandler Prewett. Whenever the cousins visited one another Avice was so overwhelmingly happy to have people her own age to play with, her antics often got out of control. She loved the twins, and loved playing pranks on the rest of the family. She did not like getting caught... And would collapse into tears whenever punishment was about to be dealt.

Her first year at Hogwarts was a bit tumultuous. She was excited and elated to be learning, making friends, learning magic… It was also the first time she had real responsibilities. A lot was taken care of for her growing up in the wealthy and sheltered Black household. She never learned to be organized nor was expected to be efficient on her own. She brought a lot of energy into school, but, it quickly unfurled into a mess of parchments and missed classes. With scoldings and detentions to redirect the girl, it took the whole year to catch up to her classmates. She earned herself a reputation her first year for her poor performance.

The summer after her first year was very rough. Her parents came down on her hard. It was one thing to be a mess around the house, it was another to embarrass and shame the family name at school.

Her second year began more solemnly than the first. The punishment and tutoring of the summer was still fresh in her mind. She joined the quidditch team. She is a talented on a broom, small, and fast. She was assigned to be the second-string seeker for her house team. (She is hoping that this year she will be the seeker-proper, as the seeker last year graduated.) She felt better after making the team, and was still tardy and disorganized but not nearly to the extent she was in her first year. Her grades were still sub-par, but her talents began to bloom.

Plotting:

Avice might be well liked until they see her 'in one of her moods', the opinion may change.

She is also engaged, which, will effect any romantic type interactions or discussions.

She is a pureblood from a pureblood family. She is prejudiced against muggles, half-bloods, etc.

Family:
House of Black:

Karoul Black: Father. They say that Avice is like her father in that they are both more impulsive and emotional. Her father has a temper that can get out of hand. He can contain it while around strangers and acquaintances, but in the home he is like a bomb.

Helyssent Black: Mother. They say that Sorin is more like his mother. A bit Solemn and focused. She is busy. Talented with hexes and charms, she also entertains and enjoys a wide social circle of other pureblood witches and wizards.

Sorin Black: Like his mother a bit more steady and serious than Avice and Karoul. He has a knack for dueling.

Corvus Black: Her grandfathers brother. Headmaster at Hogwarts.

Chandler and Issac: First cousins. They have a mutual grandfather.