FateWeaver

Soul Eater Roleplay?

My character would be male.

Supernatural Task Force V4.0

Sure why not? Consider me interested.

Soul Eater Roleplay?

I was mostly kidding, sorry that didn't come across clearly. I would want to play the quite adaptive meister you described above, but of course it wouldn't be a copy of Stein at all. There'd be no point in playing the character in that case. But yes, playing a meister who is adaptive enough to resonate with a variety of weapons does appeal to me.

Soul Eater Roleplay?

I'd be down to play a jack-of-all-trades meister. Like a more chill mini-Stein who isn't completely nuts.

World of Remnant -RWBY story focusing on disgraced Huntsmen

I'm definitely in, if you'll have me.

The Absent King

Aust spent the rest of the evening silently staring into the small fire, contemplating the path that had led him to this point. It was something he did often, and none of the others bothered to rouse him before it was time to leave. It was Lothren that eventually placed a hand on his shoulder, stirring him to rise and take up his bow. Almost numbly, he climbed into his horse's saddle and followed the others toward the village. As they rode, he steeled himself for his next role. Earlier he had played the cunning, dashing rogue of a swordsman. Now he would be cast as a savage marauder, ousting people from their homes and lives. To him, it was just another mask to hide behind.

Riding hard behind the others, Aust lashed out with his left heel to knock a man aside and onto the ground. The unfortunate human took the blow heavily, but soon scrambled to his feet and began to rush away, clutching at his shoulder. Raising his bow toward a grain silo, he nocked and arrow and loosed in one swift motion. While the arrow was still in the air, he muttered a phrase in the elven tongue. It burst into flames mid-flight before piercing and sticking into the wooden wall of the silo. The grain within ignited almost immediately, causing a huge bonfire where there had previously been stored food. He started two more fires in this fashion, aiming for buildings that would surely contain no people. Flying wide of his target, his fourth and final flaming arrow landed among the thatched roofing of a small house.

Aust pulled his horse aside from the others right away and dismounted aside the burning house. Rushing inside, he quickly checked each room and listened carefully. Finding only a small dog within the house, he grabbed it up and exited the building before it could burn down around him. As he stepped out and looked around, he lowered the pup to the ground where it immediately scampered away from the unfamiliar elf. The others were continuing to drive the commonfolk away, and for the most part seemed successful. Few were willing to fight back, and the majority of those were quickly sent packing by hands more experienced at combat. Eventually his eyes settled on a form just around the corner of another building, double over on their knees. He made his way over, and recognized Annara before too long.

"Are you going to be alright?" he asked softly as he approached, concern clear in his features. In the shifting light of several fires, he noted the pool of vomit that was already soaking into the ground. When she professed to be fine, he sighed softly and scratched at the back of his neck with his free hand. Indecisiveness struck him and he was torn between attempting to comfort her, and trusting her to her own devices while he helped finish up the raid to end it as soon as possible. Unable to come to a decision quickly he whistled to his horse and mounted it as the mare neared. "Are you sure? I do not think the others need us at this point. We could return to camp, or simply take it slow until we are done here. This doesn't look like it will last too much longer."

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Lyla Warren

Lyla managed not to flinch when the bat landed on her bare shoulder, and instead smiled and reached a hand up towards it. Her fingers touched lightly on a wing first, then traveled up to Persy head to greet her with a gentle scratch between the ears. There wasn't much time to spend loving on the little creature though, as Kiara was clearly intent on going wherever the party was. Rather than object, Lyla giggled and ran along with the tugging at her wrists. They hadn't gone far before Lyla realized she wouldn't have needed the faerie's lead, as there was really only one room making enough noise to be connected to a party.

When Kiara burst into the room, Lyla was close behind her. While her own entrance was far less dramatic, that suited her just fine. Dramatic for her usually meant falling on her face, or all over someone else. From the general smell of the room, she could tell that nearly everyone, if not all of them, were drinking one form of alcohol or another. Lyla followed carefully as Kiara guided her through the room, and frowned when she was asked about Elven wine.

"Well, I've never really had alcohol... They always said I was too young, that it could have some adverse effects..." Lyla doubted Kiara even heard her as she went on to ask about pronunciation. "Um, close enough," she managed before accepting the glass. Nervously, she brought the cup up under her nose. The scent of the whiskey burned her nostrils, and as Kiara made her toast the Splice braced herself. Raising her cup marginally before she tipped it back, Lyla took a hearty swallow. The burning in her throat immediately caused her eyes to water, but she fought the urge to cough and sputter. The liqueur was pleasantly warm now that it was in her stomach. Figuring it was likely an acquired taste, she took another small drink from her cup.

Lyla didn't notice at first when Kiara moved towards the couch, and as such missed her chance to follow. Shrugging, she looked for a place to sit. Not wanting to be in the middle of everything just then, she pushed herself up to sit on a counter-top. Persy, still on her shoulder, had begun to climb her hair and ended up sitting between her ears. Smiling, Lyla reached up to pull the tiny furry body into her lap, where she could better pet and play with it.

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Morgan Selwyn

His coughing fit having ended, Morgan sat back in the couch and closed his eyes just before the door burst open. Glancing over he saw Kiara, apparently as cheerful as ever despite what had happened earlier. She certainly didn't look distressed to him. Gray eyes followed her as she moved through the room and secured drinks for herself and a girl in a yellow dress. After taking a moment to look the other girl over, he recognized her as a Splice he had seen earlier that morning. Lyla, he recalled her name to be. They both seemed intent on continuing the party just as everyone else had. He certainly wouldn't complain that they had come, he just hoped it didn't foreshadow the arrival of others who had been involved in the incident.

Kiara got a drink for herself and Lyla, and Morgan couldn't help smiling at her enthusiasm. After she downed most of what she had poured for herself, the Faerie started looking about the room. He didn't quite manage to look away before her eyes settled on him, and he tried to make himself look busy with his own drink. She was already on her way over though, wearing a smirk that looked as dangerous as she did beautiful.

Ah, well, what's the worst that could happen? Morgan asked himself as she drew closer, and he raised a hand in a small wave. "Hey, Kiara. Glad you made it," he said in greeting, tactfully avoiding any mention of the ball earlier. He very much doubted she wanted to discuss or even hear about it at this point.

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@FallenTrinity I would need to post for Lyla and Morgan first. I will later, but right now I'm still pretty out of it from the pain meds. Just got wisdom teeth pulled this morning.

The Absent King

Finally got around to finishing up my CS guys! Here's the relevant information:

Aust's History

History: Nearly fifty years ago, Aust was a shaman and healer of some renown among his people. Growing up with his small family at the edge of society, that is where he remained when they eventually moved on. He made his own way at the edges the elven territories, practicing woodcraft and magic as a means of survival. When he occasionally crossed paths with travelers he treated them with respect and hospitality regardless of their race, as though the tracts of wilderness were his own home and he had invited them. More common were those who sought him out for one form of help or another.

One such visitor, and elven maiden by the name of Mirri, sought him out time and time again. At first, the she-elf engaged his services in an attempt to save her ailing mother. Aust would visit their home nearly every season to do what he could, but was never able to do more than ease the elderly elf's discomfort and shore up her failing health. This lasted several years, and during that time a bond formed between Aust and Mirri. When eventually her mother passed, Mirri gave up her home to travel with Aust.

For nearly twenty years the pair traveled together and were happy. All good things, however, must come to an end. During a particularly harsh storm, Aust and Mirri were separated near the border of elven and human territories. After eschewing food and rest for a full day, the elf eventually located his partner and love. Once the storm had passed, she had approached a group of humans and asked for their help and hospitality. The men had proven to be slavers, and took her captive. Aust spotted his lover among the men from afar, and settled in to wait for an opportune moment to free her.

Late that night, Aust snuck into the slaver camp. In darkness and silence, he slipped into the tent where Mirri was being kept while most of the twenty slavers were gathered around their fire. So focused was he on freeing her that he did not sense it when a guard crept up from behind. They had expected someone to come for the she-elf. The leader of the group was determined to prove to the stubborn elf that they both belonged to him now. Bound in heavy chains, Aust was forced to watch as his lover was passed between men around the fire like no more than a bottle of liqueur. When they were finished Mirri was tossed aside like trash, where she lay completely still in the dirt.

Pushed beyond the point of reason and helpless to do anything else, Aust called to his magic. Something he had once considered unthinkable, he used the forces of life and creation to bring a violent end to the men around him. Twenty lives were snuffed out like so many candles in a strong wind. Still numbed by shock and the adrenaline rush brought on by the situation Aust felt neither grief nor regret, which struck him as extremely wrong. Still not thinking clearly, he etched these things permanently into his flesh. Even if he could not feel them in that moment, he would forever bear the scars both upon his heart and his face.

Disgusted by the fact that he had twisted his magic against its intended purpose, Aust decided for himself to become an exile. He left elven lands behind of his own will, determined to wander further than he ever had before. It was then that he met Lothren and originally joined the Ytharien. He did not remain long, however, volunteering to be dispatched as a scout into Areta.

The Dresden Files: Eagle Rock Blues

Name: Bernard Alexander
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Therianthrope (Werebear)

Physical Description: Bernard is an even six feet tall and his muscular form weighs in around 180lbs. His hair is dark brown and thick and his eyes are the color of dark honey. For the most part, he usually wears simple, cheap, and comfortable clothing. Dark colored t-shirts and neutral sweats are common, as are flip-flops and other sandals. The kinds of things that can easily be replaced after one turns into a 750 pound grizzly bear.

Personality: A lot of people think Bernard is fairly slow, but generally that is because he rarely has something to say and when he does he takes his time to think about it. Almost everything he does is carefully considered and every situation is met with patience and intelligence. Most of the time he just ignores people and hopes they return the favor. It takes a lot to irritate or anger him, but once he's pissed he has a hard time keeping a lid on it. People know by now to steer clear of him when he's having a bad day.

History: Growing up is never easy, especially for a shapeshifter. Bernard's family was forced to move several times, but most notably after his first transformation. Four people ended up badly injured when he came to the defense of a young girl they had been bullying. Only thirteen at the time, Bernard was left confused and distraught by the event. His mother explained the facts of life to him then, and he understood more of why his family always seemed so removed from the others around them.

As the years passed, Bernard's father began to resent the fact that his family could not settle down and prosper in the way he had had envisioned. He took this anger out on his wife and child in little ways, but it was noticeable and eventually drove a wedge between all three of them.

Bernard only moved to and started attending classes in Eagle Rock somewhat recently. His parents' marriage had begun to fall apart, and with a divorce on the way he left the family home and all the drama far behind. Having a scholarship independent of the school he was previously going to made it easy to transfer over and meant he really only had to work to support himself. To that end, he has taken a job at a local book store.

Skills: Besides being smarter than he generally seems, Bernard is good at reading situations and people. He also knows a great deal about surviving on one's own, though he has an advantage in that particular area.

Powers: Bernard can transform into a huge bear and back, but that's about it. Compared to the average human, he has a high metabolism, body temperature, and pain tolerance. His ability to shift forms was inherited from his mother, though he does use a talisman to facilitate it. While the fifteen seconds or so that it takes to shift aren't quite painful, it does put stress on his mind and body. He is only capable of minor partial shifts, and has very little control over these. Usually when he is angry or upset, his eyes will darken, his teeth and fingernails will elongate to resemble fangs and claws, and his voice will become rough and slightly inhuman.

Other: A necklace made from glass beads and bear claws. It serves as a talisman for Bernard, allowing him to better control his transformations and drawing away some of the stress of the act itself.