Hero

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

Wesley was right, no sign of life besides themselves were in the hidden section. A dark chuckle seemed to bounce off the walls, causing Grant to stiffen slightly. He turned his head, watching Emiri's mischievous smile, her fingers tapping one another. Oh no, he recognized that gleam in her eye, and found himself taking a step away from her. Emiri herself looking at Wesley, her eyes wide, and a frightening expression as she raised her hands.

"Are we truly alone?" She asked, her voice hushed despite all three of them being relatively close to one another. "This reminds me very much of the forbidden section in Rozarria's royal library...perhaps they also have a Departed Scholar..." Her voice was low as she spoke, taking absolute delight in her creepy tone.

The dark haired prince shuddered, clearing his throat slightly. "That's just an old wives' tale," He said, managing to keep his cool.

Her violet eyes narrowed slightly as she nodded. "They say that libraries were once made by a single person, that every book was written by the same scholar under a different alias. A long, long time ago, the Rozarrian Emperor Juniper ordered the scholar to impart all his knowledge. The scholar told him that he knew so much that by the time he would finish speaking, they would both be dead. And so the Emperor ordered the scholar to write. And write he did, day and night, every single piece of knowledge painted with ink onto paper..." She seemed completely enthralled in her story, though it was clear that she was preying on Grant, who had noticeably began to sweat.

"I-I remember this," He stated boldly. "The scholar wrote until his hands fell off, and then--"

Emiri shook her head. "Oh no, you see, the Emperor had forbidden magicks at his side. So even though the scholar was well on his way to death, the Emperor would revitalize him with dark magicks. Any finger that fell would be reattached. Skin that began to sag would be forced to stay in place with stitches. After much time had passed, the scholar was warped into a monster, barely recognizable from his form in life. And when he finally finished, he would rise from his desk. He told the king that his work was done, and that he wished to pass on to the afterlife. The Emperor would not release him, for now there were more things to learn. The scholar was blinded by rage, and using the same magicks cast on him, he killed the Emperor. But his soul had long departed, and try as he might, his body and spirit were bound to the books he wrote. And so they say, when no one is around, sometimes you can hear the scholar shuffling his reformed feet along the aisles..."

Grant let out a nervous laugh, turning away. "That--That is ridiculous," He seemed to be trying to reassure himself.

Emiri winked at Wesley, and tiptoed over to Grant. Her fingers gently picked up hair off the back of his neck, and she then gently blew onto the exposed skin. Grant let out a yell, immediately running forward, only stopping when he heard Emiri roar with laughter. "Grant doesn't like ghost stories," Emiri grinned, though she placed her hands on her hips. "What say we split up and see what we can find?"

Split up?! Was she insane?! "We should stick together!" Grant protested immediately.

---

Nadeline's eyes had that glint of greed in them, inspecting the spear from afar. It certainly matched the description, and it wouldn't have been placed so high if it hadn't been the real thing. Much to Savayna's dismay, Nadeline was completely on board with Jaakuna, her expression a thoughtful one. "It certainly is up high...although, could we simply pluck it without trouble?" She asked him, raising an eyebrow. "You'd think Shion would keep something so valuable under lock, no?"

[HIGH CASUAL] Welcome to Salem, Massachusetts

You had me at "vampires don't sparkle".

Interest Check: For The Love Of An Angel (Demon X Angel RP) (See Inside for Plot Details)

In all fairness I admittedly wouldn't have expressed interest had I known since you didn't indicate that it was a 1x1. I don't know if they have to be posted in the respective section, but I made the assumption since it's in this section. I apologize for any confusion.

Interest Check: For The Love Of An Angel (Demon X Angel RP) (See Inside for Plot Details)

Not going to wait for other people? Or is this a 1x1? 'Cause it's in the Advanced Roleplay section.

Interest Check: For The Love Of An Angel (Demon X Angel RP) (See Inside for Plot Details)

I would say yes.

Interest Check: For The Love Of An Angel (Demon X Angel RP) (See Inside for Plot Details)

I find myself curious.

RWBY: Flashing Fangs

If this is still open I'll throw this down, if not then just ignore.


Color Theme:
Yellow
Name:
Aurelia Persinette
Age:
17
Gender:
Female
Species:
Human
Appearance:
A young woman whose height usually has her towering over most girls her age. Her limbs are long, giving her a willowy look, her skin on the paler side of the spectrum. Her features are refined, her curves leaving little impression on most (much to her dismay), her bust modest. She lets her blonde hair hang loosely around her most of the time, with bangs covering her forehead.
Build:
Tall and lanky
Height:
5 feet 9 inches
Weight:
165 lbs
Personality:
A friendly person with the outward appearance of a typical girl. She's bright, cheerful, and generally nice, though many note that she keeps people at a distance. She's more the type of person to follow then lead and makes sure to follow directions properly. She is gentle in nearly every aspect, whether it be her soft voice and her light and airy mannerisms. Despite her usually sunny nature, she will not hesitate to speak up when seeing others act maliciously, especially bullies, and won't tolerate any racism of any kind, either. In battle she is much more straightforward, taking every fight very seriously and striving to always improve herself. She is fascinated by weaponry as well, always eager to find their inner workings and uses.

Backstory:
Aurelia was born into a family of much wealth, and she was loved very dearly by them. She was spoiled beyond reason, showered with gifts nearly every day, her mother and father loving, and she was happy. She did remember, however, that one day, suddenly everything changed. The happy childhood became one of much fighting and arguments. Her family became distant, her mother and father moreso, and it killed her to see everyone act that way. She knew it was somehow her fault--she could never forget the way her family members would glare at her, throwing her nasty looks, how her father's loving look turned to one made of pure sadness, though no one ever bothered to tell her why. And so she got her own little shell and stayed in it for as long as she could. It was not until her mother died that the fighting stopped, but now she felt a deep, painful sadness instead. She did not understand why anything had happened, and as frustrating as it was, there was nothing she could do.
And so she just accepted it.
The so called ray of sunshine was that now her father was like the way he used to be--kind, loving, and slightly smothering, though she loved it. He was back to normal, but she could never go back to the way she was. He understood, gently pulling her out of her shell, having the patience of a saint when she hid. While this was equally as confusing, it was easier to adapt to. Her father raised her the best he could, though sometimes when he thought she wasn't looking, he would have an expression of regret, but she never got the courage to ask him what was wrong.
Years down the road, Aurelia discovered Dust, often looking towards the stores the same way most kids would look at candy stores. Her father got the hint and started practicing with her, showing her how to use it properly and warning her of the dangers. She then asked him what Dust was really used for, and he explained that Dust was what Hunters would use to fight off the Grim. She remembered perking up at the story, After much pleading, tears, and a very reluctant father's blessing, Aurelia enrolled into Sanctum Academy. Fighting was an alleviating experience. It was actually a little scary how free she felt in battle, but it was with pride that she found her calling as well as developed her own style. After much studying, many bruises, the discovery of weaponry and the delights of battle, she was accepted into Beacon, more then ready and willing to become a Huntress.

Persinette Family History--The Truth Behind Odette's Childhood

The family of Rampion were once well known in weapon manufacturing, only to fail when they were exposed to use Faunus slave labor. With their wealth quickly declining, they became desperate to keep their money. And so the family of Persinette came forward, offering them wealth, in exchange for closing down their company and to give their eldest daughter, a woman of astounding beauty by the name of Angelique, to the Persinette's eldest son, a young man with no ambition named Dominic, in marriage. The two were wed and locked into an unloving relationship, as Angelique resented being used by her family. Still, they were expected to continue the family line, and so Aurelia was born, and she was doted on by all.
That isn't to say she fixed their relationship, as Dominic grew suspicious as Aurelia got older. You see, both Angelique and Dominic were dark haired and dark eyed, and yet Aurelia had blonde hair with bright eyes. He refused to believe that Aurelia was his daughter, and the two families got into a feud that would become common gossip. Unfortunately, this extended to the young girl; what once was a cheerful, happy child became very enclosed and afraid of nearly everyone. She would often hide wherever she could and not speak to anyone for days, afraid of getting yelled at and blamed for something she couldn't control.
For many years this continued, and one day, Angelique grew very ill. On her deathbed, she begged Dominic to stop the fighting between the families, regretting that she let it continue for so long. It was here he asked if Aurelia was really his daughter, and he was heartbroken when she would not respond right away. She admitted to having an affair shortly after they were married. Still, she asked that he take care of Aurelia, as once she was dead no one would take care of her. Angelique died shortly after that, and despite a lingering anger, he made sure to try to go with her words. Despite her wishes, however, the two families shunned one another, and after Angelique's death, they never spoke or acknowledged one another ever again. While he failed at that, he made sure he wouldn't make the same mistake with Aurelia--even if she wasn't his blood, he admitted that she was the last person he truly loved.

Weapon:
Rampion
Weapon Description:
A seemingly straightforward staff that looks like something straight out of a story book. Its primary use is as a conductor for Dust, though it has two 'modes' in expelling it. The first comes out as normally casted spells, usually quick and in rapid succession. The second spins the top, forming a sort of cannon from which Dust expels in a much larger, stronger amount, though it takes more time for each burst. Its metals are also heavy and durable, making the staff practical for close distance fighting as well.

Semblance:
Efficiency
Semblance Description:
Aurelia is able to manipulate the way her body expends energy. If she need be, she can endure longer in battle then most people. She can also use more than usual if the situation arises, resulting in a 'power boost' of sorts. She doesn't require as much nourishment or sleep, either, though when she does finally crash it takes a lot longer for her to recover. This also extends to her usage of Dust: she uses less Dust for her spells, and is able to fire off much more then the average person.

Combat Outfit Image/Description:
Her usual battle attire leans towards the simpler side, consisting of a black crop top coupled with a ratted gray plaid skirt. She usually has a dark pink jacket on top, short black boots, and a single thigh-high fishnet stocking covering her left leg, her right leg having a mismatching gray tube sock that stops below her knee. She ties her hair to the side, claiming it helps her 'keep her balance', though most suspect it's more for the style factor.
Casual Outfit Image/Description:
Her casual outfits vary, though they're guaranteed to be frilly and feminine. She tries to dress on the modest side, though her skirts end up coming out a little shorter than intended due to her height.
Theme:
Glitter and Gold
Quote:
"All that glitters is not gold."

Friendship RP? High Casual

Been looking for something like this, I'd be interested.

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

Hear
I...

Think
Please

Feel
Hmm

Why would

What about

Could it be that

Enough.

Aloa stared into the depths of the mines, a solemn expression adorning her normally neutral face. Her lips were pursed, as if disapproving, although she was attentive to everything. Visually, all was still and silent. But something lurked deep, deep within, and it beckoned to them. Whispers that would never reach hume ears danced in her elongated ones, though as she pondered whether she should give it any attention, a sneeze would catch her attention. She sighed.

Rubbing his nose, Vlyn let out a low groan, rubbing his shoulder soothingly. "What's it waiting for?" He asked, frowning. "There's no way it doesn't know we're here, and I'm pretty sure I felt Michel and a few other wanderers."

To his surprise, his viera partner turned to him, arms crossed, and a surprisingly annoyed look on her face. "It calls for a fool to go forth, and yet it leaves us at a standstill--no," She corrected herself. "It calls for her, but she will not listen. She recognizes the voice, yet her uncertainty will only serve as a hindrance. Venat's words ring true, it would seem."

Vlyn clucked his tongue, raising an eyebrow at her. "To...Shion?" He asked for confirmation. "That thing is neither hume nor mortal, but you make it sound like a scorned lover."

It wasn't intentional, but Vlyn was accurate. Leaning against the wall, Aloa contemplated her next move. She remained unaffected by its precense, though even now she could see the effects on the magicite exposed on the walls. Their glow was eerie, still, unmoving, very much like common stone. For such magicks to come to a complete halt was unnatural, though she knew better, as in truth they were fading.

A pair of footsteps alerted the pair that they were not alone. Vlyn immediately moved, though he was surprised to see a young girl with curious eyes. Aloa pushed herself off the wall, frowning. "What have you seen?" Aloa asked her.

Ren stared at the magicite for a moment, though managed to tear away her gaze long enough to look at Aloa. "There is no life, but to call it death is...inaccurate," She mumbled, uncertain. "But there is something calling. Those without Her protection are spared it, but it has no interest in them."

Vlyn rolled his eyes. "The day a little hume can Hear better than I can..."

The girl blushed crimson, though she darted her eyes to the ground. "I...It's not that! Y-You're probably better than I am..." She stuttered, shaking her head. "I'm only here b-because Mistress Shion wanted to know if you learned anything..."

"Go back to Michel. If the worst comes, he can send you somewhere safe," Aloa's words were sharp, causing Ren to wince.

Ren nodded, though as she lifted her head, something in the air seemed to change in the next second. The magicite around them shined brilliantly, causing the three to get on alert. Vlyn looked around, though he let out a yelp as a nearby stone exploded. He heard Ren scream, though as he turned, he felt a chill in the air. There it was! But why come to them now?! No, wait, this was different, it didn't feel like before at Raithwall's. Looking around, he let out a gasp as he saw the wind swirl around Ren. The girl clutched her head, eyes wide with horror, darkness etched on her skin.

Vlyn moved forward, surprised when Aloa would grab him. "Do you see that?!" She asked, her own eyes wide.

What was it? Was it consuming her? No, wait, what was happening? The girl's head bobbed, although after a moment, she let out a disturbed laugh as the wind died around her. She examined her hands and body, letting out a sigh. "This will do, I suppose," She mused outloud, though her eyes landed on Aloa and Vlyn. "We meet again, do we? Ah, but not like this." This force was different than before. Aloa narrowed her eyes, though the pair readied themselves as Ren stepped forward. "Fear not, I would only like to send a message."

"And you would have us play messenger?" Vlyn asked in disbelief.

She smiled, wagging her finger at him. "With this, I can get to exactly who I want. The offer is much appreciated." She stated sweetly, walking towards them.

Vlyn opened his mouth, but as she raised her hand, he then realized he was airborne. No, wait, he had been sent flying once more. He finally crashed into the ceiling, the familiar and unwelcome feeling of getting slammed filling his every nerve. He could see Aloa charge forward, though Ren deflected the attack rather easily. How? Ren had no such magicks--whatever was possessing her was surely behind it. As Aloa went in for a physical strike, Ren surprised her further, as she took the attack. Instead of being harmed, however, Aloa's claw seemed to split her into two people, both Rens smiling.

"I suppose if you insist, how can I say no?" The two stated, bringing out identical lotus flowers.

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

Admittedly there hadn't been a time where Emiri found herself with both Wesley and Grant in her company. Separate, sure, but not together like this. Wesley was the image of a gentleman, though not one shy to getting his boots dirty. His strong sense of morality usually lead him the right way, though admittedly, he was a little stiff as a result. Still, he took his responsibility with stride, and Emiri admired that about him. Then there was Grant, who was...Grant. Rough around the edges, slightly jaded, but overall an unlucky dork. Yeah, that was a good way to describe him.

And then there was herself. An idiot who let someone say mean things that hurt her a lot more than she wanted to admit. What she should have done was tell Jaakuna that she was not okay with what was said, but once again, she would pretend it was nothing. That maybe their relationship did need a little more work. Idiot, idiot, idiot Emiri.

For now, however, she plastered on a smile as the newly formed trio deliberately took off in the opposite direction of the other trio. Admittedly, the headquarters were a lot bigger than she anticipated, and while they would be on the side of caution, she really did hope they would find something of interest. Grant seemed to be in agreement at least, his eyes more curious and searching than she had ever seen. At one door opened to a library that put Rozarria's royal library to shame; so much so, that as they entered, the feeling of a spell cast over them would alert Emiri immediately, though she relaxed as she spotted a waystone in front of them.

"How big can this be if you need to travel via waystone?" Grant asked incredulously, examining the ancient device. "These inscriptions have six different options as well!"

Emiri squinted at the inscription, watching the magicks at play, though with her heightened sensitivity, she did spot something else. "There's a seventh, hidden option. I assume it's supposed to be for members only?" Emiri said, tracing her finger along the hidden lettering, her magicks making the inscription glow softly. "A secret section of a library of this size must hold something interesting, right?"

---

Whether it was an impulse or just going with the flow, Nadeline was feeling adventurous.

Because of this, the short princess found herself in front of the blonde pair, somehow leading the way. Her heels clicked rapidly, her eyes darting this way and that. In truth, she knew Jaakuna would likely get them into some sort of trouble, and so she decided that if they were going to end up somewhere, at the least she could spare them the trouble. Well, that and she wanted to pick the door. The hallway was vast, and yet, one door in particular caught her attention. While the other doors had people going in and out, one door in particular seemed to be devoid of any people. Motioning for the other two to follow suit, she simply strolled up to it. She was slightly disappointed to find it unlocked, but as they went in, she let out a delighted squeal.

Before them were rows upon rows upon rows of weapons as far as the eye can see. Swords, daggers, guns, spears--anything and everything one could think of. Nadeline's eyes were wide with shock, although she then turned to the other two, an excited expression on her face.

"Jackpot!" She squealed with delight, clapping her hands together. "Considering the rather diverse members, what wonders are in store for us?"