fourtimesnine

Knights of The Dawn Covenant: The Longest Winter

@fourtimesnineI see you there, lurkin in the shadows...

@TheDarkTemplar

You caught me! :D

Sometimes I just like to read RP threads, even when I don't have enough spare time to join.

The Final Dragon Masters [Accepting New Characters]

@WhiteStar19

It's sad to see you go, but we get it. Real life happens. Thanks for everything you've done for this roleplay so far, and happy RPing!

@Apokalipse

Sup, nice to have you as our new GM! Also, does anyone else find this hilariously ironic?

I am in no way the GM or co-GM so you do not have to listen to me at all,

@Apokalipse

*4 days later*
*is GM*

The Final Dragon Masters [Accepting New Characters]

@Apokalipse

Thank you very much! I think I can manage that, so without further ado, here's my WIP character!

Rehemea Lightfeather

"Look at the moon and the stars, shining so brightly in the night sky. That's this world; there's darkness, but there's so much light too." - Madam Rehemea Lightfeather

General Information

Name:

Rehemea Lightfeather

Age:

67 years old (22 alive, 45 dead)

Gender:

Female

Title:

Madam

Species:

Ghost (formerly Elf)

Alliance:

Dragonia

Relationship Information

Relationship Status:

Single

Sexuality:

Asexual

Partner:

None

Siblings:

Xolan Lightfeather

Others:

Santo Evanis

Biographical Information

Personality:

Rehemea is a carefree, cheerful person. As a ghost, she's literally incapable of dying again, so she takes a much more relaxed attitude towards her own existence. She's also very patient, because she knows that she has all the time in the world to wait. In her travels, she's met people of every species, alliance, and belief system. She saw a lot of suffering and misfortune, but also hope, joy, and love. These experiences have made her quite accepting of others' differences, and although she's aware that there's misery in the world, Rehemea remains an optimistic person at heart. She laughs easily and often, and happiness is her default state. However, part of her happiness stems from her inability to empathize with others' misfortunes. She has never experienced, and can never experience, the troubles that they've been through, so she doesn't understand their grief. This may cause her to come off as insensitive and dismissive, especially towards those who are suffering. Rehemea is fairly passive most of the time - she likes to listen and watch without getting involved. However, she will interfere if a situation is not to her liking. Twenty-two is quite young for an elf, and in many ways, she hasn't matured far beyond the child she was when she died.

Skills:

Rehemea can speak, read, and write nearly every commonly used language in the world as a result of her wanderings. Under Santo's tutelage, she's learned some mathematics, history, natural philosophy, and politics, but her education was scattered at best. She also has all the abilities that come with being a ghost, including flight, passing through solid objects, invisibility, and briefly becoming solid. However, since she has a hard time affecting the physical world, Rehemea has few practical skills of that nature.

Biography:

Rehemea was born in a small elven village long before the war, when the dragons were still hidden and the land was at peace. She lived a simple, content life, hunting in the forest alongside her mother and assisting her father with his carpentry. Their village was located an hour's walk from the ocean. Rehemea loved to visit the seaside cliffs where she could feel stand and feel the salt breeze on her skin, or climb down and take a swim at the beach. However, even seemingly idyllic lives have flaws. She and her older brother Xolan often feuded with each other, usually over trivial matters like whose turn it was to chop the firewood. Due to their violent elven nature, their feuds often came to physical blows that left them both bruised and aching.

One evening, while she was at the cliffs with her brother, a sudden storm blew in and rain began to pour. Naturally, Rehemea and Xolan each blamed the other for getting them trapped in a downpour far away from home. She slapped him, and in his anger, Xolan shoved Rehemea as hard as he could. Neither of them had expected the wind, combined with his push, to throw her off the edge of the cliff. Rehemea fell to the jagged rocks below, and died.

The people of their village erected a small stone cairn at the cliffside. Consumed by guilt, Xolan visited her grave every day. Perhaps it was due to his guilt, perhaps it was because she died angry at him, but Rehemea reappeared at the cairn as a ghost a week after her death. She returned to her family for a while, but found that her presence was only a painful reminder of the whole, elven daughter that her parents had lost, to be replaced by an incorporeal being whom they couldn't touch or see in the daytime. Her brother actively avoided her, unable to face the sister he'd killed even though she claimed that she didn't blame him. She realized that it would be best for everyone if she left, so she did.

Rehemea departed her hometown and traveled the world. She found an odd sort of freedom in being a ghost - she didn't need to eat, drink, or sleep, and she could gain access almost anywhere by turning herself invisible. For decades, she traveled the world, observing different peoples and different ways of life. She chatted with those who were friendly to her and left if the residents of a place made it clear that she wasn't welcome. Although she rarely stayed in any one place for long, Rehemea did strike up a friendship with Santo Evanis, a vampire who worked the night shift at a university library. Whenever she visited, he lent her books and taught her things like history and natural philosophy that she couldn't learn through simple observation, and in return she recounted to him all the stories of her travels.

Dragon Information

Dragon Color:

Dark Blue (Water Dragon)

Dragon Name:

Loche

Description of Your Future Adult Dragon:

Loche is a mid-sized water dragon. She has a long, sinous body that can twist like an eel's in order to gain speed in the water. There are several small, streamlined spikes protruding from the back of her head, and many more larger ones all across her chest, limbs, and back. Her eyes are light blue, and may sometimes appear as uniform, solid orbs because the iris and the sclera are so similar in color. She has large, jagged wings that can fly, even when wet, and fold into her body when she's swimming.

Specific Dragon Powers:

• Hydrokinesis- Loche can move bodies of water, creating powerful waves and even flooding areas.
• Water Serpent- Loche can breathe underwater using specialized gills and swim as fast as a shark.

Other

Other:

• Rehemea has forgotten what the sun is like, because she can only come out at night.
• She hasn't returned to her village since she left. Rehemea avoids thinking about it, and she'd never admit it, but she still resents her brother a tiny bit for what he did to her. She also feels betrayed that her parents were dismayed instead of relieved when she returned from the dead, but her emotions on the subject have dulled with time.

Theme Song:

Joy - George Winston - December

Edit: Whew, I think I'm done! Is this ok?

Edit: Made a few last-minute changes. Now it's done.

The Final Dragon Masters [Accepting New Characters]

Hi there!

This sounds like a really cool premise. I might be interested in joining, but before I start writing the CS, I'd like to ask: How long should posts be? How often should we post? I'm still fairly new to RPing, and this would be the first "Casual" level RP I've joined, so I want to make sure that I can keep up. Thank you!

//Deadly Labyrinth//

William Jones
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I turn to look at Harley, walking slower as I think over her questions. The answer to the first question is easy.

"No, I don't think you're crazy. It never even crossed my mind," I reply honestly. Then I consider her next statements, which I really don't know how to respond to.

"What exactly do you mean?" I ask carefully. "About this place, and the reason we're here?"

Sure, this place is odd, but I haven't noticed anything especially uncanny about it. Am I just oblivious to whatever is going on? It wouldn't be the first time that I'd missed seeing something that should've been obvious. I hadn't thought to really question why we'd ended up here either - just thought about getting out. Harley seems like she's far more thoughtful and observant than I am. I hope she's doing ok.

100

"Can you patch yourself up?" I ask. "There should be a first-aid kit in the leftmost room - at least, that's where mine was. If you can't get to the room because of your leg, at least bandage your wound with an article of clothing. Don't you dare bleed out on me."

//Deadly Labyrinth//

@Flightless_Soul

William Jones
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Torn, I look between Harley, standing near the path's opening, and Jason and Josh, ready to climb the tree. They did have a point about the message, and I didn't want us to get permanently separated. But I really couldn't let Harley leave by herself. If we had to split up, it was better to go two and two.

"Yeah, I'm coming," I reply, making my decision. "Josh, Jason, we'll be back soon, ok? Good luck with the letter!"

I run to catch up with Harley. Then, trying to act more confident than I really am, I stride forwards into the labyrinth.

@KahleenCuthald

Orphanage for Supernatural

A matronly woman entered the gym and asked them to be seated. From her appearance and the immediate obedience of the other children, Brooke guessed that this was the Ms. Smith that she'd heard about. She quickly followed the others in sitting down on the bleachers, choosing one of the higher rows to compensate for her diminutive height. Then Brooke listened attentively to the story of the orphanage.

//Deadly Labyrinth//

@Flightless_Soul

William Jones

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I consider the options. We could cover more ground if we split up, and two people (three, if the other person woke up) should be enough to climb a tree. Jason's little excursion had already helped us rule out the western path, so even if Harley and I don't find anything, we would still be helping a little. I am very curious about the note, but I can always ask the others what it said when we get back.

"Sure, Harley, that sounds good. Let's go explore the southern path." I then look to the other two. "Do you think you two can manage on your own?"

Briefly, I feel a vague apprehension about splitting the party, but I quickly dismiss it. This isn't a horror movie, this is real life, strange as it had been lately.

@duskshine749 @BilboTheGreat

//Deadly Labyrinth//

@Flightless_Soul @duskshine749

William Jones

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What have I got in my pocket? Apparently, nothing. I sigh; it's going to be a pain in the neck to replace my phone and all the cards in my wallet, assuming that they were stolen. We're also going to be effectively blind once the sun sets.

"Will, is something the matter?" asks Harley.

"Yeah," I reply. "It seems that my phone, wallet, and spare charger are gone. Hopefully I just forgot them at home or something, but I'd guess that they were taken by whoever brought us here."

I notice that she's looking through her pockets too. "Is all your stuff gone too?"

Momentarily distracted by that train of thought, I return my attention to my parched throat as I notice that Jason has generously brought Harley a bucket of water.

Following her example, I scoop up some water from the pail. "Thank you," I say gratefully. Ah, that's much better.

I look towards the southern path, the one that the sun is hanging above. I can't see anything about it that's different from the others, so I suppose it's as good of a place to explore as any, and Jason does know this place a little better than I do.

"If you're going to check out the southern path, can I come with you?" I ask Jason. It's dangerous to go alone! "I'd prefer to check out the tree first, but I'm fine with whatever you guys want to do."