Gray Linings

Descendants Reform School

@KatherinWinter
She finished. The post before my last mentioned where she stopped. ^^

To everyone:
Sorry I'm holding everyone back! I have to go to the doctor's today for a persistent fever I caught during the weekend...I might sleep the day off after getting my prescribed medicine. I'll try to put a post up tomorrow. It's just very hard for me to do a comprehensible post when my brain feels like fuzzy omelette. ><

What Are You Listening To?

Wise men say only fools rush in
But I can't help falling in love with you

Shall I stay? Would it be a sin
If I can't help falling in love with you?

Like a river flows
Surely to the sea
Darling so we go
Some things were meant to be

Elvis Presley

Descendants Reform School

Sorry guys!! Not sure who's the most liable and nearest to our resident klutz.

@SleepingSilence@KindledBeast

Descendants Reform School

@Demonic Angel

"Oh. Um."

Crap. Regina really was not familiar with socialising. She wanted to prove herself though that she was not just a parasitic sibling who clings to their vibrant twin. She too could have her own life unshadowed by Elvira.

"-My name is Axel James Hook. It's a pleasure to meet you-"

The blonde offered a nervous smile, but tried to push it down knowing the left part of her face had a line that creased whenever she tensed her cheek. It wasn't even a dimple that looked cute. It was simply a wrinkle.

Her mind was all over the place as a result of social anxiety, but she managed to at least catch the last bit of the boy's introduction. "-That is if you two would allow me to."

She was miffed with the implication that her sister would yet again be included in all of Regina's activities. It was a new year, a fresh start, and she refused to repeat the same history like back then.

"How about...we have tea after school?" People like tea, right? Right?? Regina felt like burying her head in a hole now.

¤ D ¤ I ¤ S ¤ N ¤ E ¤ Y ¤

"OK, I might need to take up rock-climbing again." The Fitzherbert brunette huffed and brushed her straight hair back with a sweaty palm. She propped her free hand on her hip and searched for her sister.

The older twin found her and saw that the girl was conversing with a black-haired boy with a weird pose. And was his hand bandaged? Was he prone to bruising his knuckles from fights? She had to help her sister!

Elvira walked over and folded her arms to look intimidating. She had her brown eyes trained on the raven and her sibling but in her scatterbrained focus, she bumped into one of the boys who were kidding among themselves.

Whoops. How the heck did that happen?

@SleepingSilence@KindledBeast

Glitch: The Nine Worlds

@Zombehs

Glitch: The Nine Worlds

@Ashifili
okay!

@King Tai
I'm sorry I got you into this even though I promised it'd be an easy stroll in the park.

Glitch: The Nine Worlds

@Zombehs
//hands on cheeks

Thanks! ♡

(Sorry I'm letting it quiet down lately. Really don't like being obnoxious, pinging people for reaction/responses in case they're busy.)

Glitch: The Nine Worlds

@Ashifili
I'm wondering if the others will ever pipe up about their opinions on the system; it's important for me to know what they want to work with so I can make it enjoyable for those that stay. My co-GM were discussing about this last night and I texted him if I was coming off as aloof about this matter.

Certainly, with your quality posts, I welcome you three with open arms - it makes my toes curl in excitement when I see that you've posted IC. However, I want to make the experience pleasant for my friends whom I've personally invited as well, amd if they want to retreat, I have no qualms focusing on you guys if you still like the idea. I'm always up for someone to explore Nine Worlds. My only regret is pulling my friends in only to let them witness it flop - am I an incompetent GM? Should I just plug out? Worries like that, yanno. Then there's: am I guilting anyone into staying?

Still waiting for jerkchicken's response. If he's quitting, I'll likely use an even more simplified system, then you guys can post without worrying too much about backstage mechanics. I'm attributing his silence to "it's the weekday" reasoning.

And yes, I'm on my mule account. Hello.

B!tchfest: a healthy release for our non-roleplay annoyances.

@Blue Demon
As you said, you're asexual, not aromantic. There's nothing broken or imperfect or "wrong" about it (regardless of what people claim), and I wish I had more duplicates of me to show you real unconditional love with one of the copies, but sadly I can't. The deets about my gender also hinders our could-have Notebook-level romance.

It's okay to not want sex. I remember having an asexual boyfriend who told me, "I hope your esteem doesn't nose dive into the water after hearing my confession. I really, really like you. But the thing is, I'm asexual. Sex doesn't entice me. Porn doesn't arouse me. Dirty talk does nothing for me. But I really like you." I'll stick an arm out and assume you are in a similar boat as he. That time, I accepted it wholeheartedly (we broke up for an entirely different reason), thus I strongly believe you too will meet someone who loves you for your very self deeply and irrevocably.

I also don't believe all men are after sex; as your family and friends said, "You just haven't met the right guy." Although, in my opinion, you just haven't met the right guy who just wants nothing but your TLC. Wishful and dreamy, maybe, but for all we know, you'll bump into a great guy who turns out to be a lonely asexual too tomorrow while picking up groceries (heh).

not sure where to put this

Elvenkind

Avariels

<sup>Of all elves, no other race beats the Avariels' emphasis on freedom. It is well-known that these winged elves despise the very notion of confinement. Even their homes are open towers that provide minimum protection against the harsh mountain gusts. When in their element and the company of friends, Avariels are jovial, excitable, free spirits.

Mostly, they travel by flight and very rarely do they humor the idea of walking (really, how plebian, they would exclaim). In normal cases only the old and young walk on their feet, usually within the safety of their bridged towers; younglings trek to school while the elderly fulfill the responsibility of caretaking the children, patients, and town through odd jobs.

Adult Avariels protect their territory by scouting from the skies. Those who do not partake the combatant party scour the surrounding landscape for food, bringing home their loot and forage to share with the population. Indeed, the Avariels are protective of their own kins, and are a tight-knit community.

Appearance-wise, they are often flaxen-haired, with the occasional brunettes. Auburn and ginger mane are extremely rare. White wings are a norm while midnight feathers stand out among the crowd; often, those with obsidian wings are elected as leaders because of how powerful their presence can be.

They have a lightweight bone structure, from generations of evolution, to promote flying. With their larger lung capacity, they can breathe with little problems even high up airborne, and engage in team combat with bold commands and feedback dished out to one another, voices loud and clear in the buffeting winds. Because of this, they are renowned singers for their strong voices as well.</sup>

High Elves

<sup>The majority of the High Elves (also known as Sun Elves by other races) are born and raised on the desert. At such, they are adept with the extreme temperature rise and drops of the sandy, barren lands. Horses and camels are their go-to modes of transportation.

While it makes sense for more people to stick together, it is also not unheard of for a High Elf to leave home to travel on his or her own, and bringing one or two companion at most. Usually these are travelling merchants who may or may not return home from time to time.

Most, if not all, High Elves prize knowledge. Astronomy is frequently a young High Elf's favorite subject in school, being the introduction to several other specialised sciences; Mathematics is a close runner-up.

Their thirst for understanding the world often lead them into odds against the other races, and sometimes trouble with nature and wildlife itself. They care little for superfluous artistic flairs and favor practicality.

Their skin is tanned, highly resilient against the grating sandstorms and heat from the blazing sun. It takes a lot for a desert elf to break a sweat - their bodies have evolved through time to retain hydration, as water is a scarce facility, especially if they are nomads. Their long ears help them further disperse heat.

If in civilisation, the settlement is usually found between tall slabs of rock that act as walls to reduce blasts of desert winds which is important during the day but even moreso at night when it can get extremely chilly. The oasis is perceived to be the most important foundation and decision factor of whether the location is best for development.</sup>

Wooden Elves

<sup>Rooting their system to the wildlife and forests, the forefathers of the Wooden Elves - who go by various names, such as the Spring Elves, Wild Elves or Tree Elves - can be considered the race closest to Mother Nature on land.

They are rustic in nature, unbound by decorum, and abundant with heart they readily offer to those with well intentions. Their hedonistic attitude can come off as a handful to the more austere High Elves, and quite frankly the Wooden Elves couldn't care less. They are proud dwellers of jungles and forests, and no other elves' opinion will break that dignity.

Despite their rowdy bouts of meddlesome fun, the Wooden Elves can be rather spiritual; seldom do they skip out on the monthly rites performed at the Mother Tree. They do so to pay respect to the forest, although the young may have been more keen with the festive and party entailing afterwards. Wooden Elves live in various settlements, ranging from simple cottages to elaborate treehouses.

Due to the camouflage-colored skin, they are sometimes referred to as Green Elves. The jungles and forests are ripe with various dangers, and poisonous creatures and fauna are bountiful - luckily, the Wooden Elves are highly tolerant to toxins. Their active lifestyle usually gives them a lithe figure.</sup>

Rain Elves

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Moon Elves

<sup>Isolated in the northern frostlands, far from the other elves, the Moon Elves are highly distrustful of outsiders, preferring to keep to themselves within their tight-knit communities. From a young age, they are taught that they are nothing without the whole, and that to give your life for the community would be the noblest of sacrifices.

With such an emphasis on serving the people, the Moon Elves have crafted a highly disciplined society. What they lack in individual strength, they more than make up for by fighting in organized formations, where everyone knows their own place and role.

Small talk has no place in a hostile land; one can expect brutal, uninhibited honesty from a direct Moon Elf. This may come off as being rude, but survival is paramount and overwrites hurt feelings.

Despite their austerity, the Moon Elves are spiritual. They worship the very concept of Winter itself, personified as the Frost Mother. Throughout history, the cold kept their enemies away from their heartlands, and so the Moon Elves pay homage by building elaborate temples and shrines, and at times even offer sacrifices. This is a practice known as 'Returning to the Frost' - the old, infirm, or invalid leave in the middle of the night, wandering the cold wastes until they are claimed by the Frost Mother.

The Moon Elves are often called Winter Elves or Snow Elves, due to their pale, almost alabaster skin. Their short statures - to conserve energy in the barren frostlands - cause some to refer to them as dwarves (they won't take the remark kindly). Their sensitive eyes can detect drastic difference between light and dark.

Their settlements, crafted out of ice and snow, have little variation between them. Only their icy shrines and temples would show any sign of effort placed into aesthetic appeal. An outsider could very easily get lost amongst the dozens of almost identical buildings.</sup>