Fallenreaper

Ultralight

One I played or just a character from one in general?

@Phantomlink959

A character you have used or designed for an rp before.

Ultralight

Not concerned about people disliking Asche, just felt like sharing the story behind why i used that character.

@Phantomlink959

I figured I make conversation at least. This OC has been pretty quiet for a while and activity helps it. What's been your favorite character in a rp that you've played?

PS: anyone can answer that btw. I love hearing everyone's thoughts, stories, etc.

Ultralight

So, I've gotta confess something.

The character I am using was written with one assumption in mind; that due to the setting and description given, EVERYONE was gonna be fielding OTT edgy characters.

And then nobody but me did so.

Not super relevant to anything, just felt like sharing.

@Phantomlink959

I made an Edge Lord Character for a Mass Effect Rp... and funny enough, everyone loved him. I'm sure that's the case here as well. ^-^

The Return of Salem

@Aamaya

I've already posted and twice, appreciate the check-in. If any characters are currently sleeping in Salem give me a shout! For context, due to the upcoming collab involving our favorite Demonic father and our dream child, Skylar is going to be using his magic to pretty much escape his pain. IF any Player would like him to pop into their character's dreams, let me know. We can plot for it to happen naturally.

Ultralight

@Buzzkill@Concept@Lotrix Molick@Phantomlink959@Fallenreaper

Sorry for ghostin' on y'all. I got kinda sick a few weeks back and I'm now recovering. If you're still interested, holla at me. I'll do my best to kickstart this thing back up.

@Burger

Sickness happens and hope you're feeling better.

I'm still in, but the pace is a bit slower than I expected. Especially since I can't enter until after this scene is over. So it's more of a waiting game for me.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

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Location: Lachance Stronghold – Henderson, Nevada —> Sunrise Hospital
Time: Noon, the Day before the Satellite Attack —> Morning, Two Days after the HoH arc

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Benjamin sat in the overly starched sheets curled about his thin body. The back of his bed propped up his torso while his head stared at the window, watching the morning light dance through the gossamer curtains. Birds bobbed fluttered across it while singing their morning songs in blissful ignorance about his mood.

The IV drip mixed with the hospital’s activity in the backdrop, adding to the depressive state his mentality was in. Chemicals, body odor, and sickness swept through his nostrils causing his middle to churn from rising anxiety. The wolf inside him didn’t like this place. A mutual feeling he shared after discovering he couldn’t hold anything down, making him weaker since the Lachance stronghold.

Memories began to swirl around in his head.

He had went back to his room in order to inform Katarina about their departure when he found the letter. More evidence that he could trust no one to stick around and their connections were fleeting, his heart drowned in disappointment. Knowing he couldn’t stick around, Yeong and him used the wand to return to his hotel room. Once back, Yeong received a call about Ji. Something had happened during the Agency registry causing the pair to become fugitives. He doubted he likely would ever see them again.

On the day of the Hounds of Humanity’s attack, Vegas went into lock down. Civilians were ushered into underground areas, from parking lots to bunkers, where everyone ended up huddling into darkness. The next day, the threat had passed and word of the heroes victory spread. It was during that time Benjamin remembered collapsing from weakness. The last thing he heard before he wound up in the hospital was Lori’s voice trying to coax him awake. A failing attempt for kindness.

Now he could only watch time pass as his figure got weaker and weaker. The doctors were baffled to why he couldn’t hold anything down. Series of blood tests were done, and none resulted in an answers. Theories were tossed about with no evidence to support them as drugs were introduced to his IV to see his reaction to them. He wondered how he hadn’t overdosed yet.

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Things had been strange as of late, for Joseph Walhforth it was even abnormal. But as he found himself in a Hospital in Nevada he knew exactly what he was here for even if he himself doubted his existence. Memories that were and weren't his flowed into his mind as he changed his clothes and donned scrubs. He was a doctor even as his sisters chose the business side of the family he went to medical school being the second oldest meant he had far less pressure to succeed as the heir; so he studied medicine and psychology. Stepping through the halls he had already checked in with the nurses specialists had been called in with an unusual case and he was already aware of the patient having disguised himself earlier. He was a doctor, and a hunter. And now a patient needed him and he knew what the diagnosis was. “Mr Reeves. Dr. Walhforth. I heard your son had a unusual condition. How is he faring?”

Daniel Reeves turned from his cell phone conversation, cutting it short with a quick word and pocketed it. His attention turned to Dr. Walhforth before nodding his acknowledgement. Fully turning his figure around to face the man, Daniel began to address the situation.

Standing before him was a young man who was far younger than the average doctor specializing in their field should be; he wore it as a badge of honor that he could graduate and accomplish so much before his thirtieth birthday. He held out his olive skinned hand for a greeting and listened as the father began to explain things for a second time. As his earlier disguise was either that good or the man simply couldn't bother to put the two together something he couldn't help but judge the man for. “Early bulimia. Odd. Perhaps I can find something. Can I have a few moments alone. I'd like not to crowd the boy if possible. This must be quite stressful on him, hospitals are often strange for young children. Even those of adolescent age.”

“I suppose if it helps,” Daniel glanced back at Ben, silently, then gestured for his girlfriend to come with him.

Lori hesitated before she stroked Benjamin’s head, pushing his bangs away. She leaned down to whisper something quietly under hearing range. Casually she stood upright then followed Daniel out of the room.

“Thank you Mr Reeves.” Moving into the boy's room he softly closed the door behind him. And no doubt the boy could smell him if he was conscious enough. “Benjamin Reeves. I am Joseph Walhforth perhaps your new doctor. That depends on how this goes. I heard you had signs of bulimia which would make sense if you had the damage from it. I assure you that is not what you have. And I know what you have with certainty. After all I'm a specialist in your kind. Tell me how does the wolf fare these days?”

Benjamin weakly twisted his head from his pillow and faced the doctor. His eyes narrowed on the man before causing the gears inside his head to grind slowly through the weakness attacking his body.

“I don’t know… what do you think?” He couldn’t help but growl, through the sound was like a defeated animal. One waiting for the end.

“He's dying. You're dying. If you can't answer a simple question then that means you haven't received any training or even social cues from other wolves. Loneliness is a serious issue for wolves and it will kill them if something isn't done. Not all. But for someone as young and inexperienced as you it has begun to reject food and is killing you both. I can temporarily stop that. But it is a stop gap. A medicine that is a weak poison. Enough to weaken the beast. Something used by other werewolves to prevent turning, something no longer in use because it'll build up and kill you.” Joseph stopped and sat next to the boy. “Your choice. A single use won't kill you. But this will not happen again, you need to learn to be in harmony with your wolf. And we'll need to come up with something to satisfy the hospital. And your father.” Pulling out a jar with an unusual worm. He sat it down. “This will do. Eating it will not be pleasant.”

“No way I’m eating that. Why do you care? I’m just another series of numbers on your paycheck,” Ben snapped abruptly, his words intended to hurt and distance himself.

His figure slumped back into his pillow where he turned to the wall. He refused to look at the worm as he continued to explain.

“Besides, my ‘wolf’ doesn’t want to be in harmony with me. Something about it’s hard to co-exist with someone that’s unable to face… things.”

“I don't, I don't know you. But I did nothing once I lost someone and I became a doctor because I didn't want to sit on the sidelines again. I'm a Champion of the mortal realm. Just perhaps not this realm.” Joseph said as he paused a few times in his speech.

“I’m pretty sure every doctor might’ve thought that same thing at one point. It still doesn’t resolve the problem. When my wolf wakes up, I’ll just start throwing up again,” Benjamin pointed out, accepting that he was trapped in the conversation.

“How do you intend to prevent that?”

Thinking Benjamin did have a point, it would be hard after the boy ate to keep any food down once the wolf began to stir. He'd have to make a bond with someone soon, hopefully he could come up with something. “We'll cross that later. I have an Aunt who works with SPARK she may be able to provide some services to connect you with more of your kind. If not something will need to be done. For now we need preventative measures to improve your survival rate. And I might need to be quick about it as your father and I say that lightly, will be getting impatient.” With a flourish Joseph's hand moved and he let loose a wave of light that almost moved with it's own will. “Just a simple healing spell.” Engulfing the boy it permeated his skin and sunk all the way to the bones as if he was being warmed from the outside in.

Ben’s nostrils flared. His nose caught the scent of magic causing his head to snap toward Joseph, feeling the magic swell across his skin and dig deep into his being. Even as it faded, his eyes blinked in confusion.

“That sort of smells like… her,” Benjamin commented, not realizing his body had edged closer to the man. Like trying to draw comfort from a memory.

Joseph was a bit startled. Only a few creatures he knew of could smell magic. He had never heard of a werewolf with the ability even more so that he was entranced by it. “We’ll need to talk about that later. And 'her’ but for now..”

Benjamin Reeves, and his father Daniel. A laugh echoed as a man exited his car and strolled through the pristine halls. Coming to a corner he stopped when he saw Daniel.

”Mr. Reeves, and Lori. If you were coming to Vegas you should have let me know, but no I understand I hear your boy has become afflicted with something and I say that because I know the Editor of the local paper, good fellow. You owe me by the way convinced him to run his story later I’m not the only one keeping tabs on you. Being popular and all.”

With a red glow his eyes began to shine leaving Daniel and Lori almost zombified.

”But that’s not why I’m here and I’ll need to ask you two to give me a moment. Sit down, you both look exhausted.”

Lori was the first to notice him. She turned from staring at the room door then flashed him a weak smile. Daniel, meanwhile, had been busy chattering on his cell. She lightly smacked him with her hand, getting his attention immediately. Pausing, he held his other hand over the speaker to and saw Barron. The DA promptly closed his phone to give his full attention to the man inquiring about his son. His eyes glossed over in the familiar trance state while he shifted over to the nearest plastic seating arrangement, his cell pocketed for later. Lori appeared to follow suit as well.

Their figures slumped down a bit, relaxing their tense muscles and laying onto each other for support. For the first time since they arrived, they looked like an exhausted couple waiting for news about their child.

Daniel was the only one that spoke, “We’re still waiting to hear news about Benjamin’s condition. I hope it’s treatable.”

”I'm sure it will all work out. Though I will need you to advert your attention as I walk on in. I'm sure you won't be the wiser while I'm gone.” Barron said as he reached towards the door he could feel another was in the room. His eyes glowing as he greeted the young Doctor. ”Ah how is young Benjamin? Barron Vanderbilt, family friend..” The glow grew brighter as he tried to convince the doctor who he was.

Joseph clutched a talisman a crudely made creation of his one he had to prepare hastily as he woke a week earlier. “Are you. I’m afraid this is for families only, we’re not letting the patient have visitors at this moment.” Joseph could tell almost instantly that what just walked in the room was no ordinary vampire. Powerful and immensely dangerous he just had to hope that there wouldn’t be a scuffle.

Benjamin jerked toward the door, his tension melted at Barron’s image. A mixture of intense anger and depression wrestled within him. The two poisonous scorpions trying to own the same shoebox. His eyes closed as he inhaled, catching the vampire’s rusty iron scent mingle with the blood magic he wield. It seemed to draw just a hint of life into his wolf for the moment.

Not wasting it, he let his eyes open then spoke, “If you keep popping up like this, people might start thinking you got a thing for underaged guys.”

He turned to Joseph.

“He’s not going to hurt me. He had the chance when I tried to rip out his throat when we first met.”

”Hey! Snarky remarks like that could get you killed one day, better bulk up even Spiderman learned that lesson. But you two seem cozy enough I suppose I can drop the act. Yes I know the boy, and yes I do show up quite often and this time with reason, well a few. I’ve been keeping an eye on you and your Witchy freind bumping elbows with a blue haired fae witch,” Pausing he questioned if that was the right word before his abrupt continuation. ”Ehh witch or not she’s just as cold hearted. Something about their craft just makes them cold you know, too professional or some shit. Anyways you talk to her again let her know her friend is a bitch.”
“Well, she’s not here. She left,” Ben tried to keep the hint of pain out of his voice, “Just like the ten others that left since I was turned, about what… nearly a week now?”

”Well shit, that’s rough but I heard you needed peeps so I got you some.” Barron said holding out a box of marshmallow confections. ”See they’re dogs.”

“I can’t keep anything down. I’ve already tried...and marshmallows are disgusting being thrown up,” Ben frowned, looking slightly green at the thought.

His eyes looked at the box then shook his head, trying to rattle the queasy notion away.

“Smooth. But the boy needs his rest and a pack. He can’t go on..” Interrupted by Barron he shushed at Joseph.

”Look I have that covered, I can set him up with a few wolves, let him train. Either here or in New York. I’ve got the manpower.” Barron said tossing the peeps behind himself. ”Look we fought, or well I beat your ass. But hey I took an interest I know that you’re valuable and right now more vulnerable than ever before and that is why I’m helping. I help you out and you’ll help me with a thing later. And unless you can convince your father that you weren’t here helping witches find lost artifacts and all that hair is just puberty; you’re going to need some help yourself.”

“I trust this guy like mold in my kitchen.”

”Your opinion is noted and ignored.” Clasping his hands together, he continued. ”Your choice is either be in my debt, or take whatever magic boy here is badly hiding from me. Honestly what the fuck is in that jar?”

Ben turned to Joseph, “I don’t either, but honestly do you have any better permanent solutions? “

Part of him was hoping, even slightly, that the man did. However, the logic and realism pitted the odds in Barron’s favor on this problem.

“I.. No.” Joseph said failing the boy. “I however if you wish will continue to be your doctor. I’d prefer to keep tabs on you than let you disappear.”

Barron holding his hand over his chest faked a shocked expression.

”You doubt me!? The boy will be perfectly safe. I’m not going to snatch him away. Not like a kidnapper though it does feel like it. I think I should rephrase something.” Shifting the conversation Barron snapped his head up quickly. ”Anyways your in charge Ben, my guys will just help you understand your wolf.”

Ben just gave Barron a look. One that screamed distrust and suspicion created by the simple, innocent statement. It was very clear Benjamin trusted Barron as far as he could throw the vampire, a distance that measured very little.

“Since I’m in charge, I decided to keep him as my doctor. I feel like I will need it. Our last few encounters rarely ended without someone drawing blood in some fashion…”

”Fine. Easy enough to accomodate. See I’m easy to work with we’ll be buddies soon.”

“Doubtful.” Leaning in he whispered to Ben. “I’ll get something to even the odds later.”

Ben just nodded.

The Return of Salem

Location: Al’s Chicken Joint
Time: Afternoon (2-3 pm)

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Skylar’s movements were mechanical and routine.

Fingers curled about the frying basket’s handle, gently his wrist lifted it up then gave it a few good shakes. The fries inside gave a rustle at his gesture before he dumped them. Each little cut potato piece landed within a cardboard holder, neatly thanks to the metal funnel. He set that aside as he salted the fries. He paused long enough to gave a shout back they were ready to serve. Already he was moving onto deep frying another batch. He pulled out the frozen bag, sliced it open then poured a quarter of the bag in. He submerged the frozen fries under the piping hot oil as he finished up by wiping his hand on his apron. Finally, he reached for the timer and gave it a sharp click to set it, placing it on the counter next to the fry station.

He stepped away from the blistering heat and wiped his brow with the back of his hand. Considering taking his break now, someone interrupted his thoughts by calling his name.

“Skylar! Over here. Baby, can I talk to you?”

Instinctively he jerked around to find a borderline emaciated woman waving her arms in the air for him. She stood at the back of the growing line, smiling when he looked her way and increasing her antics. Ripely Reed appeared to be in her late thirties, her disheveled black hair graced with lighter red highlights. She had more striking blue eyes than him.

Skylar’s heart dropped into his stomach as he commented to Tom Skitters on his way toward the service counter, “I’m going on break, can you cover the fry station?”

“Uh… sure. You owe me though,” the middle-aged man agreed, shifting his large frame over.

Skylar ignored Tom’s furtive glances over at the woman still trying to get attention. He just mentally groaned in his mind on his route past the counter, his right arm reached to tug his mother alongside him. They came to a stop at the second exit in the restaurant when Skylar turned to face her. Her expression twisted into confusion over his behavior causing her to reach up her hand, tenderly stroking his cheek.

“Sweetheart, why are you upset with me? What do I do wrong?” She cooed softly, her words forced.

Skylar let her touch him, but he didn’t feel it was sincere. In fact, he knew it wasn’t. She came here wanting something because the addiction worked her like a puppet on a string. It drove her into seeking out ways to feed her fixes, either by playing a doting mother or pleading victim. Both churned his stomach inside out. To confirm his suspicions, he spotted a few puncture marks had new bruises.

He sighed then gently pulled her hand down from his face. His eyes took a moment to glance around and see if his manager was lurking, ready to reprimand him for slacking off. Callie Whetstone only stood at five foot and three inches, but her small frame and hazel eyes gave her impression of a lion when angered. Her long, wavy blond hair was tied into a neat ponytail. Like Skylar, she appeared to be fairly early in her twenties and filled with ambition for her life. How she wound up working at Al’s Chicken Joint baffled him.

A faint feminine shout erupted over the ding of the kitchens. It sounded like Callie was chewing out the new guy for his incompetence in his training. Relieved she was distracted, he returned to the problem at hand: his mother.

“I asked you to never to come to my workplace. How did you know my shift?” Skylar asked quietly.

Ripley paused. Her arm recoiled and fell back to her side, shoving into the clean but stained hoodie pockets. She melted into confusion over her child’s behavior.

“Sweetheart, I wanted to surprise you. I thought you would be happy to see me…,” She began, only to be interrupted by him.

“Have you eaten today?” He knew the answer as she bowed her head, avoiding his gaze.

“Well, you see… I haven’t gone grocery shopping because money’s been a little tight, you see. I was hoping,” she put her arms on Skylar’s chest as she continued, “could you give me a little cash to get by until payday? Please, baby. You know I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.”

She bit her lip and hung on his next statement. He could easily see the silent plead for the cash to feed her addiction, the parasite squirming and wiggling underneath the vision of his mother. It was a common image in his nightmares. Not that he had them anymore since he learned to control the space in his head.

Skylar just stood there. Silent and stone-like, staring at her shuffling figure. He inhaled then exhaled, mentally choosing his words carefully.

“After I’m off work, we can order something to go. I’ll start making meals you can pick up before I leave for work.”

“Skylar, honey, I need more than just… food,” she quickly added.

“We’ll head to the convenient store afterward then.”

His mother appeared to protest only to deflate. They both knew why she was here, and she failed to convince him otherwise. He might’ve loved her, but he was done playing her little games.

Their conversation was interrupted when someone again called his name. This time the feminine voice held more authority and anger than his mother’s, drawing Skylar to look over his mom’s shoulder. Callie Whetstone’s figure frowned from as her long legs whipped around the counter, making a beeline toward him. Skylar quickly leaned over to kiss his mother’s greasy forehead then bid her a quiet goodbye.

Swiftly he met his manager halfway, bracing for the thunder to come down.

“Skylar, why are you taking your break now? You’re not even clocked out and you know business is steady right now,” Callie demanded, her voice low enough she didn’t disturb the customers.

“I’m sorry, I had to deal with family issues.”

“And you chose now to do that?” She belittled him, then gestured for him to follow her to the back.

He walked in her wake without another word. His hand adjusted the visor decorated with the restaurant’s logo, a chicken’s outline in a bucket. When they reached a location where the cameras couldn’t watch them, Callie whirled on her right foot and began her assault.

“Skylar, how long have you been working here?”

“Nearly two years now.”

“Good, you should know the ropes and I shouldn’t have to tell you what you did wrong,” Callie stated firmly, “Now go clock out, you’re done for the day.”

“Wait, you just got upset at me for taking a break and you’re sending me home?”

Bewilderment crossed over his features at this new turn of events.

“Yes, you heard me. Consider this a lesson for being inconsiderate of others and don’t bother coming until around 10 tomorrow. Tom will be covering your day shift.”

With that, Callie twisted about to return to the front leaving Skylar standing there in fuming silence. He shrugged it off, for now, moving toward the makeshift employee closet and retrieve his things. His grimoire fell out of his military jacket, one he got from his father, causing him to pause to pick it up. The sight of it gave him an idea for making Callie pay later. However, he needed to deal with his mother’s situation before he ever got to that. He quickly shoved it into the same pocket as his wallet then finished zipping up for the cold weather.

With a small meal bucket under his arm, Skylar shoved the glass door open and walked into the daylight. The chill of autumn hit him directly causing his breathing to still in his throat. His arm tightly clutching the bucket to his side on reflex. He quietly thanked the weather for being mild today then he used his eyes to quickly locate his mother and spotted her lurking nearby. She gripped her hoodie tightly about her. She finally turned to spot him with her lips curled into a warm smile. He let the warmth of her image melt away his pain for the moment.

He stepped closer to her, “Let’s sit over by the street bench while we eat. Then we’ll go get your essentials before heading to the apartment to clean up.”

Formaroth Part 2: Throne of Lies

Housewarming Gifts

Location: Nyhem to Claus’ temporary base
Time: Afternoon, 1 week and 2 days after the party
Collab with: @Klomster

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Nyhem was locked within the autumn season. The rain drizzled across the city’s scenery, bringing the cool winds and salty air inland. Leaves were tumbling from their throne branches to pile across the cobblestone streets only to be cleared by busy feet treading the worn down pathways. Among the crowds was a blue skin female, the half-elven Dyril, on her way to the city’s gates. Her shoes slicked along the hard surface as she avoided the sprouting puddles collecting in the path’s holes and muddy steps. It was times like this she found herself missing the Elven architecture in Beilokias where water flowed into small made treads then shipped its merry way back into the local lakes or rivers. All out of sight and mind.

As Dyril approached the positioned guards, their indifferent expression told her everything. They neither stopped or cared for her presence while she edged past them. One only glanced long enough to note her appearance before giving a sound yawn.

She wore nothing that was made to draw attention.

A cowl was draped about her head, covering her neck and head from sight. Along the black dyed cloth were silver floral designs with a simple line edge, nothing too fancy. A dark poncho covered a slender tunic dress with the skirt ended just at her ankles. Her boots kicked the ends as her legs pulled along the road and brought her straight past the gate frame. On her arm, she balanced a basket filled with goodies that Kiseo had made up. Dyril suspected they would’ve been rather traditional to the Mao’s culture compared to the Elven one where well wishes were simply made. Those were often followed with secret wishes of misfortune, embarrassment, and worst within closed doors.

The half-elf pushed the thoughts away after spotting sight of the camp. The men’s rowdy shouts, boastering, and semi-military behavior made missing the place nearly impossible. At spotting her, one a young man rose then shot off to find Claus.

Claus was sitting in the command tent and approving and denying some of the suggestions and regular running bureaucracy of the company, papers and scrolls that needed approving by the company captain, things he had decided and just needed to approve, things that was just regular running things and a few things that sort of interested him for a few seconds. Like the report on how far along the repair of his armour had gone.

He liked the progress of the repairs that had begun the day before yesterday, but he cared less for the price.
In truth it was fair for a master armourers time, but that didn’t mean Claus had to like it.

With a quick tuck a trooper entered the tent and raised his hood before addressing his captain.
-”Steelhead, ‘lil Dyril is here.” A smile on his face, met with a smirk from Claus who responded.
-”Well, see her in then!” He hastily rearranged some of the papers on his desk.

Dyril was led in shortly after. Her hand reached for her basket, checking it was secured about her elbow, then looked at Claus. She pulled her hood down from over her head to rest at her shoulders.

“So, hard at work I see,” She gently gestured to the basket, “Is there anywhere I can place this?”
-”Put it here on the desk, since i assume we’re gonna explore what’s inside?” Claus answer was curious and of course ended with a smirk.

“Kiseo thought you would like a housewarming gift and she did tell me that each item symbolizes something for her culture. I don’t know fully what’s in side, but she was confident I would know them,” Dyril said as she sat the basket down.
With obvious curiosity Claus removed the cover to see what was inside. As he inspected each item he put it on his desk. Inside was some freshly made youtai, a fried bread Claus vaguely remembered from Beilokias, a candle he smelled but couldn’t place the scent of, but it was flowery, salt in a large pouch and a wine-pouch which he happily picked up and happily showed Dyril.
-”Aha! Wine, want to share with me? I have no idea what the scent is on this one though.” He said as he carefully ranged a toss and tossed the candle to Dyril. As she caught it Claus was setting up a pair of mugs.

Dyril mildly rolled her eyes, like a small sister annoyed by her drunken brother. She gently took a whiff and recognized instantly. A frown briefly graced her lips at when Kiseo had found the time to create a soothing scented candle was beyond her. Gently she set it back down then replied.

“Lavender. Its scent is suppose to soothe and relax anyone that inhales it, especially during times of stress. A few women use it in perfumes here in Formaroth, but the Mao use it for good health. I’ve seen this sold in Shingseng’s remedy shops.”

-”I see.” Claus was actually interested, but busy pouring the wine in the mugs. When he was done he offered one to Dyril and sar down with his legs crossed upon the desk.

-”So, what does the bread symbolise? And the other things as well of course.” He smelled the youtai deeply and put it down again. He figured he’d have some later.

“Well, from what both Kiseo and her mother, the bread symbolizes the hope you will never go hungry. The wine is for your life to have sweet experiences. I assume the other pouch is salt and that is for your life to always have some spice. Finally, the candle so your home will always be full of light and hope,” Dyril explained as she took her own mug, not surprised that Claus went for the wine first. He was never one to pass up the chance for a drink.

Spotting him sniff the fried bread, she then added, “She made it fresh this morning. I know this because, I had some for breakfast. She used sheep lard from a newly butchered ram. I’m pretty sure she’s making some potstickers and tofu, If you’re interested I can request she add another bowl.”

-”Ooh, some elven cooking. I think i’ll take that offer actually.” Claus checked the other pouch and it was indeed salt in it.

“The origins of potstickers and tofu is actually from the Mao culture. We just started to gradually absorb it into our own culture, much like we do with anything else,” Dyril corrected him.

Her lips curled into a softer smile, “Kiseo will be happy to have you, as would I. So, any idea how long before you could move into your new base?”

On that Claus fell back in his seat and exhaled in a troubled way.

-”The place was in a rough shape, all the inner walls needs to be stripped since the place had gotten damp in the insulation. Then the guys needs to put up new ones. I’ll however not put in as nice ones as was there before and they can forget embroidered walls.” He took a sip on his wine, a nice crisp wine.

-”That with the fact I need to redesign some stuff to fit all the guys… weeks, months. I’m thinking weeks though, my men are efficient and are motivated to get a proper house.” A rumble of thunder in the distance as well as the rain increasing explained well the motivation. Living in tents in the rain isn’t exactly fun.

Dyril jumped then settled back down, realizing what caused the thunderous sounds. Her eyes shifted to what served to be the tent’s doorway before returning to Claus. She considered her next words before putting forth her questions.

“Do any your men have building experience? I rather you weren’t crushed because the foundation was poorly put together.”
Claus shook his head with a smile on his face.

-”Everyone seems to forget it, the Steel Fist are specialised in siege warfare, many of the men are proficient siege engineers. I have set up siege towers and trench systems with their help. We don’t build it pretty but we build it strong. There will be no problem there.” Claus was confident and happy, not at all annoyed as he might have been had another person asked the question.

“Unfortunately, my… grandfather interrupted that education about the Steel Fist,” Dyril pointed out, unbothered by Claus’ correction.

Her hands folded into her lap as she thoughtfully looked toward the tent’s entrance. She knew the storm was approaching, but her mind couldn’t help but actually wander back to target practice. Every thump of the arrow hitting its intended spot made her heart jerk in excitement. Claus’ praise, even if it was overdone, helped to spur on that desire to become better. It was almost an addictive sensation she missed out in her life.

She had her wine only half drained now. She was a light drinker when she wasn’t required to dig deeply into the cup, mostly because she liked her head clear and able to spot any trouble before it happened.

“True, but siege towers aren’t exactly buildings. What are you aiming to build within it? What purposes will it have, aside from housing everyone between tasks?” Dyril figured she might as well get her mind off archery with helping Claus.
With a slight tuck on his chin, he pondered a moment before answering.

-”The usual, an office for me and a couple for the lieutenants. Katrina needs one as well, on top of that i need a practice yard, fake targets, archery range, those sort of things. But mostly it’s gonna be for sleeping in.” Claus answer was to the point, with a realisation he added.

-”Oh, and storage. Lots of storage.” He leaned back with his arms behind his head, imagining the storage filled with cash and booze with a grin.

“Sounds pretty simple,” Dyril noted, finally giving into her desires.

She placed down the wine glass as she bluntly asked, “I’ll admit, my original purpose for coming was a bit selfish. I wanted another lesson in archery. I need an escape from the stress of finding someone to escort my carts when I finally find the ideal climate for the mandrakes.”

Claus looked at the tent wall and listened to the rain for a moment.

-”Well we ain't loosening any arrows today. Blame the rain for that.” He turned towards Dyril, the times in the Beilokias they shared as they did simple archery training now a cherished memory of Claus, unlike all the memories of the wars which began to make themself known again. He shook it off and smiled.

-”But you know you are welcome to come and train archery any time you want. Swords, maces and polearms as well. If i don’t have the time there’s probably someone who’ll help you out as well.” He stood up and went to his pack and searched for a moment and produced a small hunting crossbow.

-”AHA! Here it is.” He pulled out and strung his crappy little practice crossbow, he’d gotten it from his mother once and kept it for fun. Dyril had honestly loosened more arrows from it than he but he didn’t care.

She shone up when he brought the practice bow.

-“But we can practice your stance! Now show me how it’s drawn.” He handed the crossbow over with a smirk.

The Return of Salem

Skylar Reed

_{"Dreams tell you a lot about a person. Their hopes, values and their fear, even the stuff they won't admit to themselves."}

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x Sky x Bi-sexual x Warlock x Redd x 21 x

---

ᴛʀᴀɪᴛs

⚬ Dreamer ⚬ Empathic⚬ Idealist⚬ Generous⚬

ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ
▔▔▔▔▔▔ x

Skylar’s genetics favor a light and lanky built, his arms and legs filled with lean muscles. He likes his height of 5’5” and weighing at about 155 pounds. His bright blue eyes set well in his graceful face, sometimes enchanting you with a small smile. Skylar’s straight hair is light brown with highlights, kept about two short inches under his jawline. Often he keeps it tied back to allow him to see.

On his skateboarder physic, he wears graphic tees filled from band names to odd motifs he enjoys visually. Most days he wears jeans ripped out at the knees, but on colder days he will sport dark cargo pants. The more pockets, the better. His feet are protected from the elements with a pair of well-worn tennis shoes held together with duct tape in some spots. Around the age of eighteen, he decided to get his left ear pierced. He wanted two rings on the upper rim and one on the lobe. He interchanges these piercings between different decorative studs. These could range from bones to raven heads, even an intertwining snake curling around his ear.

Grimoire



This book is about the size of a small portable address book and appears weathered by time, the cover is made from an unidentified animal hide. The binding is a thick rawhide tie that can stretch across the middle. When opened, only off-white pages will greet the reader unless they are in a trance state or within the dreamscape. He keeps it on his person at all times. Usually tucked away in his back pocket with his wallet.

Talisman



After some heavy reading, he managed to purchase a raw amethyst gem and bind it in natural twine string. He fastened it about his neck to hang just under his neckline. This way it’s always within reach should he ever need it during casting his spells. He uses it to calm and focus whenever he casts magic, the crystal slightly clouded within as the power surges from it.

ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛs
▔▔▔▔▔▔ x

Skylar’s primary interest is his music and dreams, but that doesn’t feed his creative mind all the time. During his life, he’s tried a wide variety of things from skateboarding to painting portraits. The experiences which fed his internal carvings best were developed the most. This included skateboarding, music related things, and dream manipulation. When something catches his interest, expect Skylar to be ready and in line to give it shot. He loves puzzling out problems then pushing his limits or ways to outperform his past attempts. Especially if he's never experienced it before.

ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
▔▔▔▔▔▔ x

Skylar is and always will be a dreamer. He sees the world through rose-colored glasses despite the layers of filth covering it, usually trying to stay positive for new things. This makes him easily distracted by things he wants to do causing indecisiveness. When things start to fall into unsavory patterns, his cynical side begins to surface. His interest begins to waver due to feeling more pressured than eager. The consequences can result in snappiness and sloppily finished tasks.

When it comes to people, his generosity and empathic traits take over. He can’t stand watching someone he cares for suffering in silence or out loud. This can cause issues as he’s more vulnerable to manipulative individuals, sometimes resulting in pain he could have otherwise avoided. Often the good in his hope outweighs the need to protect himself by repeating terrible choices with individuals until he finally cuts all ties with them.

One thing that Skylar can't stand is conflicts. During arguments, he will often try to find a compromise or completely give in if things become out of control. This isn't to say he is a pushover, but he finds little point in wasting energy when people fail to understand or see his point. Mental energy is precious to him, especially with his magic dubbing on the mental side of things.

ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ
▔▔▔▔▔▔ x

Skylar was born under the Pisces constellation on the 16th of March. His teenage parents doted over their firstborn son with promise in their eyes and hope in their hearts, the latter shortly lived. It turned out their first six years together were spent struggling to make ends meet. They found their old freedom consumed by their newly gained responsibility, each passing year began leading each parent down a different path.

Abel Reed managed to become a modest accountant for a drug company. He worked heavily into the late nights, only to rise the next morning dragging his feet for work. He rarely spent much time with his family as their creature comforts were more important to him than his presence. Skylar’s mother, Ripley Reed, handled the change much worse. She turned to narcotics to escape her reality and coop with her dying lifestyle. Often she got so high she forgot about the infant son she was supposed to be taking care of. It started off with simple weed then progress into harder drugs like cocaine and meth.

Eventually, the woman Abel and Skylar knew was gradually being replaced by a drooling stranger. It all came to a peak around Skylar’s sixth birthday when Abel presented his wife with divorce papers. The following year, it was finalized. Ripley didn’t fight or have a leg to stand on during the custody trial. In the years to come, Skylar held resentment toward his father’s success in ejecting his mother from their life.

Around the age of eight, he began to learn independence. He could prepare simple meals, clean the apartment, and do their laundry during his father’s long hours. Rarely Skylar was watched. He got his first job working part-time in a fast food restaurant. It wasn’t his favorite job, but he made sure he was productive at it. It gave him his own cash after all.

When he neared his seventeenth birthday, Skylar began to seek out his mother against his father’s advice. He found her in the city of Salem where he would shortly move to. She was slumped down in a crack house corner and filled with needle holes along her arm. Not willing to leave her to die, Skylar picked her up then carried her to his apartment. She kept returning when she learned who he was. For food, showers, clean clothes, and even left a list of needed supplies. He made sure never to give her money because he knew she would feed her addiction. He rarely contacted his father save on holidays. So the man never knew what secrets his son held.

As life became harder, Skylar found his escape through daydreams and music. Splicing together different soundtracks using different instruments, sounds and effects. His passion resulted in some fine mixes he sold for additional income. It was during one of these sessions he drifted into a trance.

Within this state, Skylar traveled a worn trail deep into the autumn woods. The details were so vivid that he truly believed he was there in the flesh. He ambled along the wounding path until he gradually came to a stone pedestal. There, a leather-bound book sat before him. His hand reached for the item before the dream state evaporated. As he shook off the euphoria, he felt a small weight in his hand. Skylar spotted a book resting there. It was ripped from within the dream into the real world and freaked him out at first. After the shock wore off, he tried to read it. Inside the pages were blank. Not a single letter graced the paper unlike in the dream.

Naturally trying to find answers, he tossed himself into the world wide web and researched everything linking the subject of trances and dreams over the next few weeks. What he found amazed him. In fact, it drove him to begin experimenting. The second time he slipped into a mediation, he began to shape his own demesne within the dreamscape. It took him roughly four years to achieve it. He bore through the mental exhaustion washing over him, but gradually it became more natural and easier.

In the recent year, Skylar had discovered how to read his grimoire by entering a trance state. The words appeared and revealed three spells into his budding repertoire. A sleep spell, memory potion, and how to walk through the dreamscape into other’s dreams. He perfected his ability to cast them and then branched out to test their limits. Now he just wanted to understand where this power came from. Salem appeared to be the best place to start with its rich, magical history.

sᴋɪʟʟs
▔▔▔▔▔▔ x

Dream walking/manipulation - Skylar’s time in the dreamscape has allowed him to be able to walk, connect and even influence the dreams he enters. This can be as simple as changing the scenery to locating and bring others into a different dream. While he can walk through random dreams, he needs to have seen or known of the individual in order to locate their specific dream. Areas of the dreamscape outside his created domain are far more difficult for him to control, but with practice and time that will change.

Memory potion- The grimoire has shown him an interesting potion that helps with memory. It puts the individual into a dream-like state within their minds, the potion locating the memory and dragging it to the user’s attention. The user ends up watching it from a third person point of view. Everything is vivid as they can see, hear, taste and even feel everything like it happened moments ago. This spell is limited to only what the individual experienced during that time.

Sleep spell- With a few mumbles under his breath, Skylar can touch someone and cause them to fall asleep. His current level requires it to be on the skin to skin contact. Each time he uses it, the individuals’ rate of falling asleep will vary. Skylar hasn’t fully figured it out, but he suspects it’s dependent on the adrenaline of the target. The more active an individual is at the time, the longer it takes for the sleep to fully take hold. Once it does, they need pain to wake them up or wait an hour until it wears off.

Relation Sheet

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☀ – Best Friend
☼ – Friend
� – Neutral
ϟ – Rival
☂ – Nemesis
♡ – Love Interest
♥ – Significant Other
⛧ – Worship/Admire

---

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The Return of Salem

Skylar Reed

_{"Dreams tell you a lot about a person. Their hopes, values and their fear, even the stuff they won't admit to themselves."}

---

x Sky x Bi-sexual x Warlock x Redd x 21 x

---

ᴛʀᴀɪᴛs

⚬ Dreamer ⚬ Empathic⚬ Idealist⚬ Generous⚬

ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ
▔▔▔▔▔▔ x

Skylar’s genetics favor a light and lanky built, his arms and legs filled with lean muscles. He likes his height of 5’5” and weighing at about 155 pounds. His bright blue eyes set well in his graceful face, sometimes enchanting you with a small smile. Skylar’s straight hair is light brown with highlights, kept about two short inches under his jawline. Often he keeps it tied back to allow him to see.

On his skateboarder physic, he wears graphic tees filled from band names to odd motifs he enjoys visually. Most days he wears jeans ripped out at the knees, but on colder days he will sport dark cargo pants. The more pockets, the better. His feet are protected from the elements with a pair of well-worn tennis shoes held together with duct tape in some spots. Around the age of eighteen, he decided to get his left ear pierced. He wanted two rings on the upper rim and one on the lobe. He interchanges these piercings between different decorative studs. These could range from bones to raven heads, even an intertwining snake curling around his ear.

Grimoire



This book is about the size of a small portable address book and appears weathered by time, the cover is made from an unidentified animal hide. The binding is a thick rawhide tie that can stretch across the middle. When opened, only off-white pages will greet the reader unless they are in a trance state or within the dreamscape. He keeps it on his person at all times. Usually tucked away in his back pocket with his wallet.

Talisman



After some heavy reading, he managed to purchase a raw amethyst gem and bind it in natural twine string. He fastened it about his neck to hang just under his neckline. This way it’s always within reach should he ever need it during casting his spells. He uses it to calm and focus whenever he casts magic, the crystal slightly clouded within as the power surges from it.

ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛs
▔▔▔▔▔▔ x

Skylar’s primary interest is his music and dreams, but that doesn’t feed his creative mind all the time. During his life, he’s tried a wide variety of things from skateboarding to painting portraits. The experiences which fed his internal carvings best were developed the most. This included skateboarding, music related things, and dream manipulation. When something catches his interest, expect Skylar to be ready and in line to give it shot. He loves puzzling out problems then pushing his limits or ways to outperform his past attempts. Especially if he's never experienced it before.

ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
▔▔▔▔▔▔ x

Skylar is and always will be a dreamer. He sees the world through rose-colored glasses despite the layers of filth covering it, usually trying to stay positive for new things. This makes him easily distracted by things he wants to do causing indecisiveness. When things start to fall into unsavory patterns, his cynical side begins to surface. His interest begins to waver due to feeling more pressured than eager. The consequences can result in snappiness and sloppily finished tasks.

When it comes to people, his generosity and empathic traits take over. He can’t stand watching someone he cares for suffering in silence or out loud. This can cause issues as he’s more vulnerable to manipulative individuals, sometimes resulting in pain he could have otherwise avoided. Often the good in his hope outweighs the need to protect himself by repeating terrible choices with individuals until he finally cuts all ties with them.

One thing that Skylar can't stand is conflicts. During arguments, he will often try to find a compromise or completely give in if things become out of control. This isn't to say he is a pushover, but he finds little point in wasting energy when people fail to understand or see his point. Mental energy is precious to him, especially with his magic dubbing on the mental side of things.

ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ
▔▔▔▔▔▔ x

Skylar was born under the Pisces constellation on the 16th of March. His teenage parents doted over their firstborn son with promise in their eyes and hope in their hearts, the latter shortly lived. It turned out their first six years together were spent struggling to make ends meet. They found their old freedom consumed by their newly gained responsibility, each passing year began leading each parent down a different path.

Abel Reed managed to become a modest accountant for a drug company. He worked heavily into the late nights, only to rise the next morning dragging his feet for work. He rarely spent much time with his family as their creature comforts were more important to him than his presence. Skylar’s mother, Ripley Reed, handled the change much worse. She turned to narcotics to escape her reality and coop with her dying lifestyle. Often she got so high she forgot about the infant son she was supposed to be taking care of. It started off with simple weed then progress into harder drugs like cocaine and meth.

Eventually, the woman Abel and Skylar knew was gradually being replaced by a drooling stranger. It all came to a peak around Skylar’s sixth birthday when Abel presented his wife with divorce papers. The following year, it was finalized. Ripley didn’t fight or have a leg to stand on during the custody trial. In the years to come, Skylar held resentment toward his father’s success in ejecting his mother from their life.

Around the age of eight, he began to learn independence. He could prepare simple meals, clean the apartment, and do their laundry during his father’s long hours. Rarely Skylar was watched. He got his first job working part-time in a fast food restaurant. It wasn’t his favorite job, but he made sure he was productive at it. It gave him his own cash after all.

When he neared his seventeenth birthday, Skylar began to seek out his mother against his father’s advice. He found her in the city of Salem where he would shortly move to. She was slumped down in a crack house corner and filled with needle holes along her arm. Not willing to leave her to die, Skylar picked her up then carried her to his apartment. She kept returning when she learned who he was. For food, showers, clean clothes, and even left a list of needed supplies. He made sure never to give her money because he knew she would feed her addiction. He rarely contacted his father save on holidays. So the man never knew what secrets his son held.

As life became harder, Skylar found his escape through daydreams and music. Splicing together different soundtracks using different instruments, sounds and effects. His passion resulted in some fine mixes he sold for additional income. It was during one of these sessions he drifted into a trance.

Within this state, Skylar traveled a worn trail deep into the autumn woods. The details were so vivid that he truly believed he was there in the flesh. He ambled along the wounding path until he gradually came to a stone pedestal. There, a leather-bound book sat before him. His hand reached for the item before the dream state evaporated. As he shook off the euphoria, he felt a small weight in his hand. Skylar spotted a book resting there. It was ripped from within the dream into the real world and freaked him out at first. After the shock wore off, he tried to read it. Inside the pages were blank. Not a single letter graced the paper unlike in the dream.

Naturally trying to find answers, he tossed himself into the world wide web and researched everything linking the subject of trances and dreams over the next few weeks. What he found amazed him. In fact, it drove him to begin experimenting. The second time he slipped into a mediation, he began to shape his own demesne within the dreamscape. It took him roughly four years to achieve it. He bore through the mental exhaustion washing over him, but gradually it became more natural and easier.

In the recent year, Skylar had discovered how to read his grimoire by entering a trance state. The words appeared and revealed three spells into his budding repertoire. A sleep spell, memory potion, and how to walk through the dreamscape into other’s dreams. He perfected his ability to cast them and then branched out to test their limits. Now he just wanted to understand where this power came from. Salem appeared to be the best place to start with its rich, magical history.

sᴋɪʟʟs
▔▔▔▔▔▔ x

Dream walking/manipulation - Skylar’s time in the dreamscape has allowed him to be able to walk, connect and even influence the dreams he enters. This can be as simple as changing the scenery to locating and bring others into a different dream. While he can walk through random dreams, he needs to have seen or known of the individual in order to locate their specific dream. Areas of the dreamscape outside his created domain are far more difficult for him to control, but with practice and time that will change.

Memory potion- The grimoire has shown him an interesting potion that helps with memory. It puts the individual into a dream-like state within their minds, the potion locating the memory and dragging it to the user’s attention. The user ends up watching it from a third person point of view. Everything is vivid as they can see, hear, taste and even feel everything like it happened moments ago. This spell is limited to only what the individual experienced during that time.

Sleep spell- With a few mumbles under his breath, Skylar can touch someone and cause them to fall asleep. His current level requires it to be on the skin to skin contact. Each time he uses it, the individuals’ rate of falling asleep will vary. Skylar hasn’t fully figured it out, but he suspects it’s dependent on the adrenaline of the target. The more active an individual is at the time, the longer it takes for the sleep to fully take hold. Once it does, they need pain to wake them up or wait an hour until it wears off.

Relation Sheet

---

---

☀ – Best Friend
☼ – Friend
� – Neutral
ϟ – Rival
☂ – Nemesis
♡ – Love Interest
♥ – Significant Other
⛧ – Worship/Admire

---

---

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�Elizabeth Hatwell �

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�Nyx �

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� Natalia Stone �

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� Mary Corwin �

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� Blake Burroughs �

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� Julian Driscoll �

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