HellsGardenKeeper

The Dark Bastion.

Chucking softly Aria looked back and forth as the conversation carried on, humming softly to herself blinking slightly at the comment of misfit toys, "Toys even misfit ones are still meant to be played with, Arias not sure she likes being played with but lollipops are good, they're sweet." She replied slightly talking to herself before producing a small bag of sweets popping one in her mouth, tilting her head thoughtfully before holding the bag out, "Anyone want one?" She offered attempting to be polite to the others.

Affinity (A Magic Based RP)

Apologies~
I had the easiest time with everything else, just the spells gave me a little trouble~
Any better?

Academia Abyssus: More Edgeyness and Despair than 13 Year Old Linkin Park Fans

Maybee~

Academia Abyssus: More Edgeyness and Despair than 13 Year Old Linkin Park Fans

Sorry~
Would've had it up sooner but had to deal with a small child...

Academia Abyssus: More Edgeyness and Despair than 13 Year Old Linkin Park Fans

Name:
Tessa Avery

Age of Death:
16

Gender:
Female

Appearance:
The blonde hair and blue eyes, almost everything about her appearance is fabricated another intricate detail in overwhelming obsession to fit in and be liked, originally her hair was your generic dark chocolate brown, but behind the blue contact lay piercing green eyes, she was told they were too unsettling so she hides them, besides that the rest of her body is naturally hers, the small build and height down to the long jagged scar across her ribs from a childhood accident.

Personality:

Weak Willed

Naive

Childish

Tessa to say the least has no free will of her own, or shows no desire to exhibit and use it. She spends most of her days running around, doing anything for anyone, desperate to a sense to make friends and to gain affection, even if she knows that it isn't real she's happy living in her own delusional world, happy to think she has friends that care and need her.

She'll literally do anything for someone if they ask and show her enough attention, whether its stealing the answers to the next test, going out on dates and to dances where she's only used for her foster parents money, anything to block out the dark nagging thoughts that laugh and ridicule her along with everyone else.

The same thoughts that whisper for her that all her pain and suffering would end if she just got rid of one simple person, the same person who turned such a genuine cheerful and sweet girl into an almost emotionless shell, simply happy with answering everyone's beck and call, a fake over cheerful smile plastered on her face as she gets yelled at by teachers, as she spends countless hours making plenty of copies of last night's how assignment.

Just a simple girl lost in her own delusions, happy to believe that for once in her life someone actual approves of her and that her childish vying for attention is working out for her.

Biography:
At an early age Tessa was separated from her true family by a quick loud crash of a car, she was only three, the doctors said besides the gash on her side that she was fine not taking into account the effects pushing a three year old through the foster care system.

Moving from home to home she learned at an early age that if you wanted attention she had to earn it, at first it simply started out has attempting to help clean around or drawing her foster mother pictures, but as she grew older and started to look less and less like her 'family' that her desires and attempts grew more and more extreme going as far as dying her hair and getting contacts to make herself seem more a min to them, adopting the mannerisms and styles of whatever was popular, actively seeking out the ruling social clique, making sure her grades where always good but not enough to upset the social quo, running for a lowly position on the student council so she could push through off hand proposals that would only benefit the ruling students of the school, acting as a simple errand and more a less a slave.

Whoever someone would mention it or try and get Tessa to change her ways she reacted violently snarling and spitting out venomous words, that they were just jealous since they were pathetic and couldn't make it in the world just by being nice.

Years of schools went by nothing changing until she meet Erika, a new transfer to their town, one who couldn't understand Tessa's obsessive desire to fit in and why she was happy letting others use her, constantly questions and bothering Tessa about it, even when she was told to leave her alone by everyone who didn't want to use their simple minded slave, some would say that Erika was the only one who truly tried to make friend with Tessa, yet upon hearing her so called friends complain about Erika Tessa decided to get ride of the problem herself inviting her out to a high cliff by the sea for a picnic slipping arsenic into the drink, enough to be lethal, keeping up her happy charade as she grew more and more irate listening to the other girl tell her that she was just being used and that none of them actually cared for her constantly throwing the harsh reality of the situation against Tessa false made world until she snapped lunging at the other girl taking both of them over the cliffs edge and into the ocean.

[HighCas] Project: Vigilante ~ Welcome to Puriel (Hired Heroes RP)

Alexandria isn't much better in the superpower division, yet I think that's just a bigger challenge for her to win~

Affinity (A Magic Based RP)

Name:
Rita Venor

Gender:
Female

Age:
22

Affinity:
Illusions

Spells:

• Tricksters Kiss-

A simple illusion spell creating obstacles and items that aren't really there, varying from gold to large intricate creations.


• Fools Wish-

Allows Rita a small glimpse of someone's desires whether she over hears it or not allowing her to place the idea it exist or to show it to the person generally leading them around to obtain what it is they seek.


• Devils Advocate-

Allows her to create an illusion of her prey that effectively mimicked them and copied their motions, it's more or less meant to confuse and deteriorate her enemies moral. Mainly used in the presence of a pool of water or the reflective surface.

• Silent Shade-

A simple spell that muffles both Rita's presence and any sound she exhibits making it easier for her to sneak around or just go unnoticed.


• Down the Rabbit Hole-

A hit-and-miss spell, something new she's trying to learn, involving making the target think they're walking through a passage to another world, whether it be a fluffy magical sparkle land or a dark ghastly place she still doesn't have quite enough control to determine it often leaving it up to chance if the spell decides to work.

Personality:
Generally Rita is laid back and rather down to earth, she likes to laugh and have a good time trying not to take things completely serious, only becoming serious either when she sees something that upsets her odd sense of morality, feeling no shame with killing someone if it means her own view on life is preserved, still slightly naive to all the ways of the world she might sometimes come across as too eager and willing to help if she thinks the cause is the right thing. Curious about a lot of things regretting the years she wasted acting as an errand boy to a bunch of self glorified thugs, also causing her to have a diversion and distaste towards most military figured she often just takes all the scrolls and books she can find.

Background:
Growing up in a darker rural part of the capital city, so over run by criminals and petty gangs they had to erect a patrol guard to keep the Lower Quarter in line and help dispel the unrest brewing towards the capital. The third daughter in a family of five children, several of them adopted by the poor shoe cobbler and his wife, Rita and her siblings often spent most of their days begging and stealing food, money, small gifts, whatever it was the could find to feed themselves and help their parents out with the heavy taxes levied against them.

Living on the streets Rita found that it was a lot easier to pose as a boy, keeping her hair cut short and in a page boy style drifting away from her siblings and their thieving ways having gained a illustrious view of the patrolman seeing them save a young woman from a drunkard wanting to have a little fun, not seeing afterwards as they sent the man away they had each taken turns with the young woman, she never realized it to years later she saw the same beautiful woman sitting begging for coin.

But long before that Rita began hanging around their stables running errands and messages for them, following after them like a lost little puppy until they actually started calling her "Pup, run along and do this pup, oi! Pup go fetch this or go fetch that." She never realized how cruel and demeaning they were towards her.

But it wasn't until she began to grow into her sex that it became harder and harder to get the guards to accept her even going so far as to apply making it through basic training and regiment before they kicked her out laughing saying if that if she wanted a job from them that she could just come back later and lay on her back in the stables and wait for them making lewd gestures.

Furious and angry with herself Rita stalked the streets wandering where ever her feet decided to take her growling softly as she began to see more and more wrong doings by the same men she help in such high regard.

The more she noticed the more a strange serene feeling swirled within her, it was running into that same female and finding out since she was soiled she was doomed to a cursed life that the dam snapped and a surge of magic and power flowed through her, acting as if almost possessed she let the magic guide her back to their station house running a hand across the cheek of one of the guards reaching out showing him a vision of his wife in side the building taking turns with his fellow guards, before moving on her eyes completely unfocused as two more started screaming about fires and spiders crawling everywhere giggling softly Rita turned on her heel twirling a simple quarter staff leaving a realm of confusion and chaos behind her heading out to find a new purpose in life.

Skills: Non-Magical

Pickpocketing- a trait and skill picked up after being kicked out of the Patrol regiment having to live hand to mouth.

Knife fighting- a skill she honed and crafted from a young age learned from her older brother and his little street gang, a skills she kept perfecting and practicing in secret.

Likes and Dislikes:
As a general rule Rita dislikes and doesn't trust people, besides that she finds strict honorable types rather boring and dull, going out of her way to use her gifts to trick and allude them into being foolish, that's not to say she doesn't care for company of others, but would rather be left alone with her thoughts and illusions. She also has a weakness for pretty gems having rarely seen them.

Description of Magic:
Rita's magic works primarily off the fact her victims aren't in suspect that they're under an illusion, often casting them from a shadow or a hiding spot having worked her casting area over small 75 foot radius from her person. However once some realizes they're under the effects of a spell their power and strength weaken considerably more or less deteriorating into a battle of will, or long enough for Rita to get close enough in to accomplish what she set out to do often switching to her simple spells casting more of them faster, yes it drains her stamina and strength just as quickly however the bombardment of illusions generally helps her keep control of the situation.

Academia Abyssus: More Edgeyness and Despair than 13 Year Old Linkin Park Fans

Working on it~
It should be done within the hour or so, Darling

[HighCas] Project: Vigilante ~ Welcome to Puriel (Hired Heroes RP)

47 Hours.

That's how long Alexandria was left with her thoughts, to anyone that bothered looking at her the sunglasses and headphones giving the illusion that she was asleep, but to her it seemed life a lifetime, constantly replaying the past couple of days, placing her father in the ground, the constant fights, the drinking, and how her last words were a letter telling him that she was finally going to make him proud, the nagging guilt that it was her letter that pushed him over the edge, it was because of her that he let his gun kiss him goodbye.

All these thoughts and more circled around her mind as she kept one hand resting on the small smooth gun on her right hip, the left hand supported her chin as she gazed out the window watching the scenery and clouds pass by her while the plane descends towards some unknown destination.

Must be nice to be a cloud, to go where you please and never have any worries, no responsibilities, just exist...heh...but reality is a lot crueler and a lot harsher, the weak are preyed on and others suffer for it, even those that have nothing to do with other peoples petty strifes...guess that's why I stepped on this plane, to see if I can change that..

Alex was snapped out of her thoughts by a blaring intercom causing her to jump her gun half pulled from it's hostler before relaxing listening and absorbing the information given. "Guess it's time.." she mused softly to herself flicking some of her hair back out her face a small smile on her lips as she got up stretching, purring slightly as her back popped and realigned itself.

Reaching up in the over head compartment Alexandria retrieved her small duffel bag filled with various clothing and gun repair tools, not that she doubted that they had any she could use, it for a more sentimental reassurance and the face she knew they were reliable.

Shifting into the flow of traffic, she made her way gracefully off the plane, the sunshine glancing off and filtering through her shades enjoying the warm sunshine, momentarily reminded of home, before walking over to the luggage pile spotting a long black metal case kneeling down to pop it open smiling fondly at the gun staring back at her.

Closing the case, she picked it up slipping the strap across her chest the cool metal resting on her back before she wandered over to where others were waiting stopping next to a man carrying two swords, looking over at the different buildings.

"So this is Puriel.." Alex muttered to herself reaching up and pushing the sunglasses back up on to her head holding her hair out her face.

The Dark Bastion.

Aria hummed softly nibbling her apple, her gaze sweeping back and forth curiously to all of them as they spoke keeping quiet as they introduced themelves. "Aria doesn't really care for alcohol but juice or coffee will work, and sometimes boring suggestions turn into the most interesting things.." She said smiling happily giving her name without actually stating it, walking backwards having slipped infront of the group nimble stepping around and avoiding the trail of strewn apples tossing her half eaten one off toward the side grinning nonchalantly her canines slightly sharper then most 'humans' as she continued to inspect her new companions.