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STATUS: I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question. - Harun Yahya 9 yrs ago- Last Seen: 11 mos ago
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I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question. - Harun Yahya
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Hello everyone!
I love roleplaying. That is why I am here. And you are too I suppose! So we already have that much in common! Sweet!
I will play anything with a thick enough plot. My favorites include fantasy and magic themes.
I'm not sure what else to say here.
See you in game!
I love roleplaying. That is why I am here. And you are too I suppose! So we already have that much in common! Sweet!
I will play anything with a thick enough plot. My favorites include fantasy and magic themes.
I'm not sure what else to say here.
See you in game!
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Avice listened to the girl, facinated. "You do not go home for the summer?" Avice could not imagine a world where she would nto be under direct family supervision for more than a week. Even at Hogwarts, the only time she was away from home, the headmaster was her own kin who looked after them all!
"Oh yes. My parents have a castle! Castle Black! It isn't near the sea at all, but, there is a nice bog nearby... I think... It is beautiful. My mother collects tapestries and keeps a large beautiful garden, she entertains often and she hosts the most fabulous parties. There are lots of places to play! When the twins come over we fly for hours and hours!" She thought, but dare not tell the whole of her feelings; and when there are not parties or twins it's dreadful. "Anyway... I'm going to go sit with my friends! I'll see you in class!"
Avice gave Aoife a cheerful wave and quickly zipped away toward table Slytherin.
She only got there just in time for the ceremonies to begin. She saw her cousins, the twins, seated at Gryffindor. She wondered how the sorting hat worked all that out. She was disappointed that they were not placed in her house, yet, she was glad to be placed in Slytherin herself! All her family was Slytherin, including her older brother Sorin. Sorin sat at the far end of the table while Avice sat somewhere in the middle. He had a tight knit group of friends in his own year. They were all in their last year. As the senior students theya cted as kings and queens of their house. Avice was shameless in her admiration of them.
When the hat had sung and sorted, she realized she was sitting across from a girl named Lior. The food appeared, it was time to eat, converse, and celebrate the return to Hogwarts.
"Hello, Lior." Avice smiled widely. The space between the two girls was much wider than the width of the table, they had had opposite upbringings. Avice knew that Lior was... Not well off... nor all the way pure blooded... Yet, Avice was jealous of how easily academics seemed to come to Lior. Avice reminded herself that this year she would not need to be jealous of anyone! She had gotten a lot of advice, lectures, and lessons over the summer. She was full of motivation and confident that she would be as good at her classes as anyone, even Lior! She would bring honor to her house! and her family name! and meet the standard of excellence... and all that her grand uncle was saying... but just in case... Even if she wasn't quite as good... She had a powerful well connected family, a solid marriage arranged, even if she was not the best student her life would be alright... Right?
"It looks like we have some strong first years added to our house! I know some of them... Well... Their families anyway. See that one? That's a Yaxley. Her mother visits my mother all the time, they swap a lot of plants and... and... things like that... All summer she has been talking about her daughter and how talented she is. She is going to be so great in Slytherin! What do you think?"
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"If only we were..." She was certain that the headmaster was conspiring against her.
Ingerith made her way to the great hall, walking beside the castle's beastmaster.
As she walked, she began to change, she did so in plain sight of the students as she walked.
Her mans face softened and rounded, her sun tanned skin paled, her eyes changed shape and the color within them bloomed, the lashes lengthened. The blond hair became red and grew long, spilling over shrinking shoulders and past rounding hips. The rough, blonde, muggle man became an elegant sharp-eyed witch.
The cloths transformed as well, transfiguring as she walked. The armor that the muggle wore shrunk, tempered, softened, and finally shimmered as it hung around her neck in long chains of chunky jewelry. The worn peacoat, pantaloons, and shirt brightened in color and lengthened into an elegant dress, skirt, and chemise respectively. She took her seat at the table, her pale face unreadable, she counted her lost ones already at their house tables, and each new one as they were sorted.
Her cheeks burned a little as the headmaster spoke of family names. The lost ones had none. She had none. She knew it was tradition but it still stung to be reminded and she knew it would make the lost ones feel even more uncomfortable than it did herself.
"Oh yes. My parents have a castle! Castle Black! It isn't near the sea at all, but, there is a nice bog nearby... I think... It is beautiful. My mother collects tapestries and keeps a large beautiful garden, she entertains often and she hosts the most fabulous parties. There are lots of places to play! When the twins come over we fly for hours and hours!" She thought, but dare not tell the whole of her feelings; and when there are not parties or twins it's dreadful. "Anyway... I'm going to go sit with my friends! I'll see you in class!"
Avice gave Aoife a cheerful wave and quickly zipped away toward table Slytherin.
She only got there just in time for the ceremonies to begin. She saw her cousins, the twins, seated at Gryffindor. She wondered how the sorting hat worked all that out. She was disappointed that they were not placed in her house, yet, she was glad to be placed in Slytherin herself! All her family was Slytherin, including her older brother Sorin. Sorin sat at the far end of the table while Avice sat somewhere in the middle. He had a tight knit group of friends in his own year. They were all in their last year. As the senior students theya cted as kings and queens of their house. Avice was shameless in her admiration of them.
When the hat had sung and sorted, she realized she was sitting across from a girl named Lior. The food appeared, it was time to eat, converse, and celebrate the return to Hogwarts.
"Hello, Lior." Avice smiled widely. The space between the two girls was much wider than the width of the table, they had had opposite upbringings. Avice knew that Lior was... Not well off... nor all the way pure blooded... Yet, Avice was jealous of how easily academics seemed to come to Lior. Avice reminded herself that this year she would not need to be jealous of anyone! She had gotten a lot of advice, lectures, and lessons over the summer. She was full of motivation and confident that she would be as good at her classes as anyone, even Lior! She would bring honor to her house! and her family name! and meet the standard of excellence... and all that her grand uncle was saying... but just in case... Even if she wasn't quite as good... She had a powerful well connected family, a solid marriage arranged, even if she was not the best student her life would be alright... Right?
"It looks like we have some strong first years added to our house! I know some of them... Well... Their families anyway. See that one? That's a Yaxley. Her mother visits my mother all the time, they swap a lot of plants and... and... things like that... All summer she has been talking about her daughter and how talented she is. She is going to be so great in Slytherin! What do you think?"
~~~
"If only we were..." She was certain that the headmaster was conspiring against her.
Ingerith made her way to the great hall, walking beside the castle's beastmaster.
As she walked, she began to change, she did so in plain sight of the students as she walked.
Her mans face softened and rounded, her sun tanned skin paled, her eyes changed shape and the color within them bloomed, the lashes lengthened. The blond hair became red and grew long, spilling over shrinking shoulders and past rounding hips. The rough, blonde, muggle man became an elegant sharp-eyed witch.
The cloths transformed as well, transfiguring as she walked. The armor that the muggle wore shrunk, tempered, softened, and finally shimmered as it hung around her neck in long chains of chunky jewelry. The worn peacoat, pantaloons, and shirt brightened in color and lengthened into an elegant dress, skirt, and chemise respectively. She took her seat at the table, her pale face unreadable, she counted her lost ones already at their house tables, and each new one as they were sorted.
Her cheeks burned a little as the headmaster spoke of family names. The lost ones had none. She had none. She knew it was tradition but it still stung to be reminded and she knew it would make the lost ones feel even more uncomfortable than it did herself.
Would playing as a crashed starship? either from futuristic human civilization or from an alien civilization be acceptable? its weakness would be its heavily damaged and for the time being, immobile (though it has robotic drones)
Or I could play an eclipse phase character, might do that instead.
Hi! Playing a space ship? Very unique! This might work deepening how big you are/how possible it is for you to go incognito...? I'm willing to discuss logistics.
I know nothing of eclipse phase, soooooon, ok?
M posting tonight!
Not all the bones were identifiable. Some were easily recognizable human bones, some were animal bones, others were... Well, like many within the company, not of this world. It seemed the laws of necromancy applied to otherworldly bodies. There were other worlds now, they could be sure, but what about death? Did they all go to the same place? The spirit of inspiration was catching, and, perhaps Charles adn Ariel were both able to recognize and infer more about the bones than they normally would. This one was human-like for it is almost a femur but with too much of a curve... This bone was the throat of the dog, more cartilaginous than a human bone, though it was not the bones original purpose the undead-dog was able to use this bone to create it's clicking-bark... Things like that.
As Vata meditated and summoned the Spirit of Inspiration to the castle, they might all feel something stir within them. Some people were more inclined to creativity than others, art was an important bridge between what was real and what was imagined. An artist used a medium to convey a statement that was to evanescent for conventional communication. Magicians also understood that they needed to bridge the divide between real and un-real. They used art too.
Under the snow there were three circles. Two were visible.
The white chalk was mostly blown away by the chaos of the event, and the weather. What symbols could be seen were beautiful and intricate sigils, sprawling alchemical mandalas. Yet, once the Spirit of Inspiration began to touch each member of the team, they could more easily see the correlation of partial symbols. It was somehow familiar. Something like If I were to make a magic circle, of course I would stand here... then they would look down below their and notice scorch marks on the cracked flagstones. The outer circle had the most scorch marks around it, a black corona etched out on the frosted flagstones. This outer circle was a clear boundary, or, it was supposed to be. That boundary was most certainly broken. What was within the circle was too strong to be contained.
The next circle in also had white chalk, but, red streaks stained the flagstones. These symbols were largely in tact with the assistance of a simple backlight, for, the red was not paint but blood. The symbols were jagged and rough. This was a circle of necromancy. Dimitri, who talked about the flow of life-force would feel very disturbed by this middle circle, Danya as well. The intent of necromancy was simple enough, to suck back life-force and corrupt it, trade it for what should be gone for good. This circle was meant to summon.
The last circle might require more time and meditation. It was never drawn with chalk or blood or with any material tool or art. Only the other worlders would guess that there might even be a third circle drawn tightly around the sacrificial alter.
Twain rolled in after some time, after the snow was cleared and the hard work was done. "What did I miss?" he asked with a grin.
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Wolfe and Vaughtar, as reported by Natasha, would see movement in the snow. Something dipping in and out of the snow. He could wait to see if it got closer, or move to investigate.
As Vata meditated and summoned the Spirit of Inspiration to the castle, they might all feel something stir within them. Some people were more inclined to creativity than others, art was an important bridge between what was real and what was imagined. An artist used a medium to convey a statement that was to evanescent for conventional communication. Magicians also understood that they needed to bridge the divide between real and un-real. They used art too.
Under the snow there were three circles. Two were visible.
The white chalk was mostly blown away by the chaos of the event, and the weather. What symbols could be seen were beautiful and intricate sigils, sprawling alchemical mandalas. Yet, once the Spirit of Inspiration began to touch each member of the team, they could more easily see the correlation of partial symbols. It was somehow familiar. Something like If I were to make a magic circle, of course I would stand here... then they would look down below their and notice scorch marks on the cracked flagstones. The outer circle had the most scorch marks around it, a black corona etched out on the frosted flagstones. This outer circle was a clear boundary, or, it was supposed to be. That boundary was most certainly broken. What was within the circle was too strong to be contained.
The next circle in also had white chalk, but, red streaks stained the flagstones. These symbols were largely in tact with the assistance of a simple backlight, for, the red was not paint but blood. The symbols were jagged and rough. This was a circle of necromancy. Dimitri, who talked about the flow of life-force would feel very disturbed by this middle circle, Danya as well. The intent of necromancy was simple enough, to suck back life-force and corrupt it, trade it for what should be gone for good. This circle was meant to summon.
The last circle might require more time and meditation. It was never drawn with chalk or blood or with any material tool or art. Only the other worlders would guess that there might even be a third circle drawn tightly around the sacrificial alter.
Twain rolled in after some time, after the snow was cleared and the hard work was done. "What did I miss?" he asked with a grin.
~~~
Wolfe and Vaughtar, as reported by Natasha, would see movement in the snow. Something dipping in and out of the snow. He could wait to see if it got closer, or move to investigate.
Aaaah I will catch up this weekend!
Sorry guys I'm behind! I'll catch up this weekend I think!
I'll post soon tooooo
@Eyeris I think Pixie's going for the "limited energy" take on things so while she may be able to do these things, she can't do them excessively.
Right. But I don't know how she is defining "excessive"
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Otherworlder Squad 2! Expect a PM from me soon!
@Pixiedragon454 Before you post your character in the tab, it is great that you elaborated the abilities but you didn't add any limits/weaknesses. She is still a mage and fighter and healer. And the limitations of each of those powers isn't clear.
Otherworlder Squad 2! Expect a PM from me soon!
@Pixiedragon454 Before you post your character in the tab, it is great that you elaborated the abilities but you didn't add any limits/weaknesses. She is still a mage and fighter and healer. And the limitations of each of those powers isn't clear.
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