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coolies, i'll start making the thread
Would anyone be interested in being in my RP arcadia? You can either use magic, technology, or both. Or you could be a by product of magic and science called a golem/angel (angels are girls, golems are boys) and each by product has a SOUL (synthetic owning unique life) and emotions for that SOUL. Each soul is made to be special by the CREATOR! It's a future fantasy world where you even fight against monsters called Grim and Viruses that live on the outskirts of arcadia.
Did kira die again? Would start the fight with Steffan but then it would seem like she's ignored.
Name: Ink
Age: 18
Appearance: Has black swirling tattoos all along her body. Her sclera are black instead of white and her irises are gold.

Personality: Kind, Quiet, Thoughtful
Magic: Her black swirling tattoos peel of her skin and turn into what could only be described as tentacles. They turn different colors depending on what she wants them to do.
Black: There are no effects, they just hit you and are blunt
Red: They are extremely hot and burn you
Green: Poisonous
White: They become sharp and straight
Weapons: N/A
Other: Loves tea. Reading. Relaxing. Her power is curse.
lmfao gore is awesome though XD
GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE
Drakeonis said
"Do you think me blind?" Isaiah struck back just as ferociously, every one of his strike with the intent to kill this man he once respected. "Bastard was always just a word to me, I cared not for what anyone thought of her." Isaiah lashed out as he struck. "Who do you think it was that gave me the strength to continue on while I trained?" The blue flames were coursing around his arms now as he continued to clash with Lawrence. "It was always her! Every glance a reminder of what I was working for." He locked his sword with Lawrence's as a sudden realization hit him. His helmet slid away to reveal his face and sadistic smile played on his lips. "You're jealous aren't you?"


Lawrence halted at the question, leaving himself open to an attack. His eyes narrowed. "Yes. I am jealous. I am no fool as to say I am not." He stood up straighter, his giant sword glowing with a sickly green light. "However, I shall stand by my Queen. I belong to her, heart, body, mind and soul." He stalked forward with start intent. "I love her. I loved her before and even more so now. And I believe that one day, she will come to be mine as well. In mine, heart, soul..." He paused, grinning and glancing at Lorelai. "And body." He chuckled a bit, turning towards Isiah. "Yes...one day I believe that body will lie in my bed. Those luscious curves in my hands. That beautiful voice will gasp my name." Lawrence grinned and it was twisted and sinister. "And if she decides your life be spared, I will tell you all about it while you sit, rotting in a dungeon."

Lawrence did love Lorelai but it was a obsessive, sick, perverse love. It was the type of love where he would happily die or kill for her. However, it was also the type of love like an untameable fire that would soon spur out of control and consume everything.
The dark knight went skidding back as he blocked. His arrogance was gone. "And what do you know!?" Lawrence roared in rage as their blades collided in a storm of red, black and blue. "Do you know of the tears she cried! The poor bastard child of the king, forsaken by the world!" His attacks were becoming wilder, every vein in his body was black and enhanced. "She watched as you trained, day after day! Up in her study she sat by the god be damned window, entranced by the knights. Never had I seen her so focused until that brain dead king dragged your sorry ass off the shore!" He held his sword with both hands, hacking at Isiah.
Nightwing95 said
"And what you would have him do, Lorelai...?" asked Steffan as he kept pressing forward, unable to accept thst his sisters change was at a point of no return "Our father loved you...he brought you into the castle so he could give you shelter and education. An actual chance at life, not a miserable existence in the streets."


Lorelai scowled. "You don't know anything, do you?" She said, stalking toward him. "This magnificent power has let me see clearer than ever. It has told me countless stories and horrors. Our father had been having an affair with my mother, bringing me into the world. My mother was a witch and was broken hearted, as she did not know my father was married. Thus, she cursed him. She cursed him with me. She killed your mother and gave me to our father as a sick reminder. And if he refused to take me, she would destroy this wretched kingdom herself." Lorelai glared at Steffan. "Our precious father, feared me. Pampered me and kept me from being married so his kingdom may have a few more years of peace." She stared hard at the ground. "I'm sure that this power was my mother's dying wish for me. She gave me the power I deserve! Our father probably planned to keep me locked away until I died." Her face contorted into a horrible smile. "Because he knew this would happen."

"But now, look at me!" She said, opening her arms with flourish. The back of her shredded gown ripped as two black, oily, dripping wings erupted from her flesh. Lorelai, with her now sunken cheeks and pitch black orbs she calls eyes, reached out cupping her brother's face in her free hand, the one with the sabre at her side.

"Do you see me now, brother? I'm finally as tall as you. You are the only one here....the only one from this horrible castle, I'd allow to live." For the first time her smile was not laced with hate or malice, but rather a disturbing, obsessiveness that was filled with longing.
not sure how I wanna start >->
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