Hero

The World: A Dazzling Twilight Dream

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"I really wanted it to be a different shade of blue."

Nodding, Aika would select the color on the picture. "Were you imagining a lighter or darker shade for the dress?" She asked her client.

"Uh...maybe if it was just...bluer."

Temporarily muting the call, Aika threw her head back and let out an annoyed groan. In her line of work, she was much too used to people constantly nitpicking her work. Actually, it came naturally; her job was to bring their ideas to life, her commissions however came from her own mind, and it may not fit what her clients wanted. She was always able to adjust, making sure to take every detail they desired down, and tried to go above and beyond if it meant a job well done at the end of the day. It may have started as a hobby, but it grew into a passion of sorts, and it wasn't a bad way to pay her bills, either.

But of course, once in a while, she got those sorts of customers.

Her current client's request seemed simple at first. An animated girl with black hair and a blue dress, both being blown by the wind as she looked at her town. First, the girl's hair was too long. Then the dress wasn't as flowy as it should have been. After that, she felt that the girl should have a more innocent look on her face. Time after time, every complaint came no matter what she did, and just as Aika thought she was home-free, she was proven wrong. And so she started a one-way video call with audio going both ways, making sure to share her screen so she could see if there was a way to salvage the request. "Was there a specific shade you were thinking of?" She asked as she unmuted herself.

"Maybe...cornflower blue?" The voice asked. As Aika clicked it into place, however, she sighed. "Oh, is that what that looks like? I always thought it was a prettier color..."

Aika cycled through various blue colors until she got an answer she liked. "Alright, I'll email you the final product." She said, ending the call. Taking her headset off for a moment, she let out a long, sad sigh. Why did people have to be so picky? As she closed the programs, she resisted the urge to chuck her computer out of the window. Placing her head on her desk, she let out a small wail, though a notification caught her attention.

Adjusting her glasses slightly, her eyes skimmed through the email, widening by the time she reached the end of it. "What the--" She stopped herself, fishing her cellphone out from her pocket. As she began to dial, she noticed the time. She wanted to text someone to see if they knew if this was real, but it looked like she'd have to log in and see for herself. For the moment she ignored her higher leveled character and selected her lower leveled one--the one her friends knew her as--and dived into The World.

Online_Mac Anu_

Cyann came to life, though a loud yawn escaped him. He liked to think that whenever he was offline, he was sleeping. The whole roleplaying aspect of the game was something he was curious about, but for now, the thought was put aside as he immediately headed towards the Gate. How could a game cause comas? Sure, there were rumors about it, but Cyann was always skeptical. It was suspicious that CC Corp denied the rumors--why even bother giving them attention if they weren't true? If he fished around, he was sure he could find more on it, but he felt that he needed to confirm KISU's message first. Something just didn't sit right about all this.

Tapping his foot on the ground, he wracked his brain as he tried to remember the keywords. Hidden Forbidden Holy Ground. Oh yeah, those words weren't omnious at all. Letting out another sigh, Cyann entered them, watching his surroundings change as he was teleported.

Online_Hidden Forbidden Holy Ground_

"Holy crap," Cyann blinked, looking around. He half expected to get bounced back, but it looked like the place was real after all. Scratching the back of his head, he noticed some familiar PCs. No KISU yet, though. "Anytime you think you have a grasp on this place, something completely new pops up," He said out loud, clearly distracted by their surroundings.

(Revival) RWBY: Calm Before The Storm

Aurelia Persinette

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As Aurelia walked into the bedroom, she could hear Jasper make the suggestion to go drinking. Someone was certainly relaxed, though Bran would make sure to shut that idea down rather quickly. It was likely she was joking, though Aurelia was slightly more concerned about the mission. It was common knowledge that the Grimm were attracted to negative emotion, so to think one gang was causing enough issues to make the entire town attract their attention was troubling. The world clearly had enough on its plate, to think people would go out of their way to make things worse was simply despicable.

The thought was put aside as she heard both Bran and Ezekiel speak. Deciding that she would like to join the conversation, she placed her bag on one of the higher bunks. Reentering the living room, Aurelia placed a hand on her hip as she looked around."A meal sounds like a good idea," Aurelia murmured a response as she let out a sigh, pushing her bangs off her eyes. "We're a ways from Beacon, better to be on our toes just in case, right?"

The World: A Dazzling Twilight Dream

Yeah, working on my post now.

(Revival) RWBY: Calm Before The Storm

I will also have a post up tomorrow, finally have a day off haha.

{High Casual} I'll Be There For You - Friendship Roleplay

Whatever you think is best. :)

(Revival) RWBY: Calm Before The Storm

Aurelia

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."

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

Rio's words were a bit of a shock to the brown haired girl, who immediately looked at Shion. As always, Shion kept herself collected, though she didn't seem very surprised. Had she known? The possibility was high, as Shion would cross her arms, her expression impossible to read. Emiri looked between both Shion and Rio, the latter with a bemused smile on his face, though admittedly she didn't quite appreciate getting caught in the middle of a love affair--and nothing was worse than dealing with a former lover, at that. She slowly placed her free arm on the vine, though as she did, she let out a cry as thorns immediately responded to her touch. The vine wrapped itself around the rest of Emiri's captured arm, pulling her off her feet, leaving her dangling in the air.

"It doesn't bring me any joy to see you in pain, believe it or not," Rio assured Emiri, watching her pained expression. "But I need to speak to my beloved."

Shion scoffed--loudly--and the woman's glare towards Rio turned harsh. "I'm 'beloved', am I? I'm going to make the assumption that you haven't been simply staying put all these years. You know very well that I've tied my existance into your eradication," She stated. "Or rather, into whatever abomination you've become."

Rio smiled once again, giving her a shrug. "You are right, I haven't been sitting around," He said, taking a few steps forward. One of the still vines rose, dropping Shion's sword into his hands. He frowned at it, inspecting it for a moment. "Ah...and so the Prodigal Son has risen. I'm impressed, to think you'd break your own soul to leave such a heavy task on another. The Shion I knew was strong, proud, and took matters into her own hands."

"Let me guess, 'you've grown soft' is the next set of words?" Emiri rolled her eyes at him.

Rio gave her a surprised look. "Soft, hmm...I suppose that was the general direction I was headed towards..." He murmured, though he would then take Shion's sword, placing it behind his head and across his shoulders. "But you know, Scion, the way you look at me, I admit I don't appreciate it." He pouted slightly, stepping towards Emiri. To his surprise, Shion stepped in front of her, effectively blocking his path. "That protective side of yours is noble, it truly is, but there's no fire in your eyes--you don't actually care about this girl, do you?"

Shion didn't respond. Emiri glared at the back of Shion's head. She could at least pretend to care! As she opened her mouth to speak, instead came out a scream of pain as she felt the vines produce more thorns, her arm slowly bleeding as each one pricked through her skin. Rio never took his eyes off Shion, who in turn, simply stared at him. To his surprise, however, Shion vanished from his sight, though reappeared, Emiri's sword in hand. Despite the years, her form was as precise as it was that day, the strength behind her strike nothing to scoff at. But Rio never did truly fight alone, a shadow appearing to take the hit for him as Rio himself sank down into the shadows. "I admit, it's unfair," Rio told Shion, as he reappeared behind her, and with a slash, he watched as Shion fell to one knee, her shoulder freely bleeding. "I came here hoping for your cooperation."

"How can you call her your beloved when you can easily strike her like that?!" Emiri yelled at him, catching his attention.

Rio raised his eyebrows at her, though once again he put on a charasmatic smile, giving her a wink. "Do you think that every tyrant in history was born a monster?" He asked Emiri as he approached her. "No one is born evil. Evil is a creation...a corruption of the pure, and you would think knowing that, the world would go out of its way to prevent it from being born. But here we are, a Scion of Light--" He gestured towards her. "--And an embodiment of darkness. Every light casts a shadow, my dear, and the greater the light, the greater the shadow. The Transcendent shines a brilliant light that would easily illuminate anything, and you, the Chastiser, walk a fine line between joining him, and falling to the darkness you despise."

What was he talking about? "Not everyone is as weak as you are, Rio. All you ever craved was power," Shion snapped at him, voicing Emiri's own thoughts.

The man seemed to agree, though as he neared Emiri, she could feel herself stiffen as she saw his amused expression. "I'll let you in on a secret, little Chastiser," He said, placing his hand under her chin, pointing her face towards Shion. "Miss Shion's dislike of you is my fault. I do apologize, I truly do, but every time she looks at you, she sees my younger self. A well-meaning, good hearted, power hungry young warrior." He pressed her chin upwards as she wanted to interrupt him. "Let me guess, 'there's no way I'm like that'! Maybe not at first. After all, you're not going to find the power of time lying around just anywhere! You were chased by the entirety of Ivalice by power-hungry Emperors who craved it. You hated it, oh, how you wished you could be normal...But then..."

"Don't listen to him!"

"One day, you meet someone stronger than you are. Maybe it didn't start that way, but it certainly became so. You've always watched his back, and at one point, he doesn't need you anymore. You realize that you can't really catch up to him, can you?" Rio continued, making sure he had Emiri's full attention. "It's not his fault, you know this. But deep down, deep, deep down, you harbor a feeling of resentment. You promised you would protect him, so why is it nowadays you find yourself in situations where you're awaiting his rescue? If only you had more power...what you have now should have been the pinnacle, but it isn't enough, is it?"

Biting down on her lip, Emiri shook her head at him. "That's not how it is at all," She told him. "We're a team."

Taking her wrist, he lightly stretched her arm out, his touch revealing Zodiark's markings. "Even if it's your nature? Chaos may be the priginator from where you got your powers, but it was you who were meant to be Zodiark's chosen," He pointed out. "Mitron shined her light so brightly in an attempt to bury that darkness, so why are these markings still here?"

Emiri was stunned to silence, though her eyes widened as she saw her sword pierce though Rio. The man didn't seem bothered by it, though he did look back, seeing Shion holding the hilt of it. "They're only there due to Levi's influence," Shion informed the pair. "Don't go twisting the truth to your advantage!"

"Seeing as how easy it was for you to strike me down, I can't say I didn't see this coming," Rio sighed, snapping his fingers. Shion leapt back as the vines around then sprang to life, and she cut them down with ease. Emiri let out a gasp as Rio's wound seemed to instantly repair itself. "Once you let go of your mortal body, silly things like getting stabbed become a thing of the past. But I've been rambling again... I suppose I should really do what I meant to when I came here and be on my way."

Emiri closed her eyes as her hand took a hold of the vine trapping her. Rio raised an eyebrow, although he felt the mist shift around him. Taking a few steps back, he watched as she vines around her crumbled to dust, and as her eyes opened, violet was replaced with green. "Then now is as good a time as ever," She replied as the wind blew around her, mist forming several swords as they floated around her.

"Ah, caught on, have you?" Rio asked, grinning. "As cute as it would be for me to take you to be my damsel in distress for the hero to rescue, killing you would certainly put a dent in the Transcendant's step."

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To break that which would take hold of the mind...

There was no possible way she'd be able to catch Savayna, and as she and Jaakuna would battle, she had to think outside the box. A direct hit was unlikely, though instead, she would take advantage of Jaakuna buying her time to make her spell stronger. Inhaling, she closed her eyes as she gripped the Rod of Faith, raising it above her head. Pulling on power she didn't know she had, Nadeline made sure to craft her spell in a way that it would be foolproof. For a moment, she thought Ultima would chide her once again, though she was pleasantly surprised when the Esper would give her the peace she needed to concentrate. One less thing to worry about--thank goodness.

To illuminate the truth in her eyes once more...

Focusing was proving slightly harder than she though, especially as the effects of both fire and ice swirled around her. Her hands went from going numb to nearly releasing her rod due to the heat, and she ended up grabbing it with both hands, lest it slip and her spell be entirely ruined. She was in too deep to stop, and if she messed up, she could possibly make Savayna's hallucination worse. The thought of a further berselk Savayna was not one she wanted to make a reality, though all her thoughts were put aside as she was enveloped in her holy power. Such a warmth was comforting, though once again, there was no guarantee it would actually work. And of course, an oncoming silence told her that time was running out, as the sounds of battle lessened.

To bear the reality before us...!

Nadeline opened her eyes, watching as Savayna threatened to turn Jaakuna into a human popsicle. She gave him a mental apology for taking so long, but her spell would (hopefully) thaw him out. Her sigil appeared beneath the pair, a Protect barring Savayna's escape should she choose to run. "Begone ye who would cloud the truth from her eyes! Cleanse this soul, body, and mind! Nadeline shouted, her sigil erupting around the pair as her spell came to a completion.

The World: A Dazzling Twilight Dream

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Name: Aika Natsuki

Age: 22

Major: Education

Part-time Job: Freelance Artist

Personality in 3 Words: Kind, Quiet, Plucky

Dream Job: Becoming a Housewife (Though will never admit it, and will say 'Becoming a Renowned Artist' when asked)

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Appearance:



Username: Cyann

Class: Twin Blade

Current Level: 13

General Combat Style:
Generally likes to bum rush enemies, landing as many hits as possible and never afraid of the possibility of taking a hit. Tends to react quickly, as previous MMO experience dictates that the moment you hesitate, you lose.

General Playing Style:
Loves to dungeon-crawl, unafraid to take risks--especially if it means rare treasure awaits. That being said, battle has to be his favorite part of the game, whether it's killing monsters or taking on other players.

☆ ☆ SOUL EATER ☆ ☆

Vanille kept her eyes firmly outside the window as the trio did their usual routine, trying to see if she could find the same bird again. The clouds were especially poofy today, so if any birds decided to hide in them, she would never see any. No, wait, birds don't hide in clouds. As much as she knew she should be focusing on the flash cards, she found herself resisting. That wasn't good, she'd end up getting scolded. Or worse, they'd take her ice cream. Letting out a whine of defeat, Vanille threw herself on the ground in protest. Sure, the physical part was a piece of cake, but she hated learning.

Pounding her fist to the floor, she let out a surprised shriek as the ground rumbled. Jumping up, she looked around nervously. Oh no, was this punishment? Was this what happened when she ignored Peter's cards?! "I didn't do it!" Vanille immediately defended herself, waving her arms wildly. As the rumbling ceased, however, she let out a sigh. "That is so crazy, I hit the ground and then it shakes! I've gotten a lot stronger, right?" She laughed out loud, apparently proud of herself.

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The World: A Dazzling Twilight Dream

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Appearance:



Name: Aika Natsuki

Age: 22

Major: Education

Part-time Job: Freelance Artist

Personality in 3 Words: Kind, Quiet, Plucky

Dream Job: Becoming a Housewife (Though will never admit it, and will say 'Becoming a Renowned Artist' when asked)

Online_

Appearance:



Username: Cyann

Class: Twin Blade

Current Level: 13

General Combat Style:
Generally likes to bum rush enemies, landing as many hits as possible and never afraid of the possibility of taking a hit. Tends to react quickly, as previous MMO experience dictates that the moment you hesitate, you lose.

General Playing Style:
Loves to dungeon-crawl, unafraid to take risks--especially if it means rare treasure awaits. That being said, battle has to be his favorite part of the game, whether it's killing monsters or taking on other players.