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In Silver Gate Academy - Interest Check [Negima inspired magic school RP] → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks


Got a rough skeleton done and figured I would update it here as I work on it.
In Ithradine's Character Storage → 5 yrs ago Forum: Character Sheets
In Silver Gate Academy - Interest Check [Negima inspired magic school RP] → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
This seems like it could be a lot of fun. I'll see about drafting a CS sometime soon.
In Ember Grove - Supernatural RP → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Morning
Location: Lover's Lake --->His apartment ---> Sweet Keks
Interaction:@Tae - Sorrel




Volfango felt a sudden chill permeate his entire body forcing him awake, that felt more ominous that a simple breeze. He shot up into a sitting position and a thick fog had overtaken the lake and the surrounding area in such a way that even the sunlight felt hazy. His new instincts were telling him that something was wrong. Very wrong. "Genesis! Can you hear Volfango?" He yelled out into the seemingly endless fog, and heard nothing in response. Normally, he wouldn't be worried but this wasn't anything but normal. The very air felt charged with killer intent....as if something was staring him down. A figure slowly emerged from the darkness and Volfango tensed his muscles for confrontation. The person that emerged from the dense fog was himself.

He felt his heart freeze as he stared at his own visage, not that he didn't love staring at himself but this was not the same as a mirror. The other him did not say a word and instead kept on moving towards him. "Stay away from Volfango or else!" He demanded but the other him only seemed to pick up speed. Volfango had no idea what was happening but he felt little other choice than to use the power he had been avoiding since he was bitten. He looked struggled to find the beast inside and came up with nothing. Despite it feeling like any moment he could turn the day before, nothing was happening. He would have to fight this the normal way, at least he planned to. His other self suddenly stopped about forty feet from him. Its body began to contort and skins began to break as Volfango watched it transform into a werewolf before his very eyes. The creature was massive and its muscles seemed large enough to crush his head like a grape.

Volfango's legs took off before his mind even decided it was time to run. There was nothing he could do against it. Adrenaline and fear coursed through his veins in equal measure as he darted into the heavy fog, dodging trees and fallen logs as he ran towards any sign of help. Meanwhile he could heard the sound of snapping wood and heavy breathing behind him. This was now on the top of the list of things that he didn't understand but he didn't want to die. Voflango ran faster than he ever had before but seemed no close to reaching Ember Grove nor escaping his pursuer, who was quickly closing in. All it took was planting his foot on some poor footing and his body smashed into the brush. There was not time to recover as his other self was instantly upon him. "Please! Do-" The words barely escaped his mouth before the strong jaws of the werewolf sunk into his neck and crushed it. After confirming its kill, the werewolf began to feast.


Volfango's eyes shot open as he surged forward, breathing quite heavily as beads of sweat dripped from his head. A hand immediately went towards his neck and found everything to be intact. He let out a deep and heavy sigh as he wiped the sleep from his eyes. A nightmare. That was the first time he's had one since he was a child. That all it was. A bad dream. His attention turned to his immediate surroundings. The sun was rising in the sky and there was no trace of fog he could see. His gaze turned down as his hand touched an jacket he immediately knew belonged to Genesis. She must have woken up first and placed it on him. The troubled look turned into a grin as he remembered the night's events fully. It would certainly be a night that would never leave his mind, though he was rather glad she took off before him. It saved him the trouble. The last thing he wanted to do was ruin a great night by making it into something more. With that in mind, he got dressed into his own clothes and headed back into town with her jacket tucked tightly under his arms. With his new sense of smell, it was possible to use the scent off the jacket to track her down but he didn't even consider it. Volfango just wanted to clear his mind with a hot shower and a hot breakfast.

He reached his apartment fairly quickly, giving a wink to some rather good looking man as he walked passed. After all, Voflango was far more sexy and fun then that prudish woman on his side. It was tempting to stay with the rest of his new pack but for now he needed time and space to figure all this out. The sound of rushing water as it poured over his body did little to stop his mind from thinking about what happened in his dream. That was who he was now. A werewolf. There was no waking up and returning to being just the fabulous Volfango. He was scared of becoming nothing more than wild beast but maybe it was time to stop fighting the inevitable. The other members of Liam's pack were able to control their werewolf side, so it was without a doubt he could as well. As he exited the shower and got dressed, Volfango had steeled his resolve. Tonight he would go to Liam and try to transform into his werewolf form.

Volfango left his apartment feeling reassured in himself. If there truly was no turning back, well he was going to be the goddamn most beautiful werewolf there ever was! Despite it being later in the morning, he decided to try out the one shop they passed on the way to the lake. Sweet Keks it was called and according to the reviews on his phone, was quite worth the visit. With luck, there would be a nice piece of eye candy alongside the pastries. Volfango walked to Sweet Keks, well more like strut, with a pair of expensive black sunglasses to add to his already radiant confidence. Werewolf or not. Nightmare or daydream. Nothing was going to stop Volfango from being his true self and owning every moment.

"Volfango is here! Please, do remain seated!" He proclaimed upon entering the bakery. Mixed with the various sweet scents of the baked goods was a oddly familiar one, though it was too far mixed with the others. Volfango removed his sunglasses as he made his way to the counter and then hung them off the V in his shirt. Lucky for him the line was not too long, though the same could not be said about the stares of the other customers. Volfango could not blame them for recognizing his majesty. At last it came his time to order and it seemed lady luck indeed did favor him. The woman standing at the counter was such the sight to behold that he began to wonder if she was on the menu as well "Buongiorno! Volfango shall need the hospital if these treats are as sweet as you." He said with no hesitation then proceeded to order right after. "Volfango shall have the Hornchen with jam and a coffee just black. Grazie." He smiled warmly at Sorrel, having not the faintest idea who or what she was.
In Ember Grove - Supernatural RP → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Late Morning
Location: l'amour est dans l'air
Interaction:



Nothing disturbed Helene on the journey to her destination, allowing her the single company of her thoughts. She had already decided on the piece she was going to play. Niccolo Paganini Caprice No. 24 in A Minor Op. 1. Widely regarded as an incredibly difficult solo to play, Helene had spent most of her free time mastering pieces just like it. It had been her obsession since the first time she held an instrument in her hands. Music flowed through her veins instead of blood. Her violin was a special construction designed for the incredible wear Helene put on her instruments due to her vampiric qualities. Now at last, she had arrived at the first destination on the path to her dream.

The strength in her knees began to waver as she stared up at the sign to the restaurant. It could have been any place but knowing that she would be performing in front of real people? Well it chilled this vampire to the core. Helene took a deep breath and collapsed her umbrella before heading inside. Stage-fright. That was what it was called, and she was terrified as she followed the directions to the stage "This way, mademoiselle." What if she wasn't good enough? What if her dream was the foolish notion of a child? What if it would have been better to stay in her gilded cage? These and many other questions assaulted her mind as she took her steps towards the stage. It was so overwhelming that she felt like crying. Running away.

Helene placed her violin's case on a table provided and took out the black instrument outlined in silver, leaving her umbrella off to the side. Two men and one woman sat in chairs next to a round table in front of the stage and she could feel their eyes on her. Holding the violin in one hand and the bow in the other, she closed her eyes and opened them a moment later. This was not the time to have second thoughts. She could do this! No matter how scared or nervous she was, she couldn't back down. And so, she turned to face the three who would judge her fate with a determined look in her eyes. Just from observation, the women appeared to be in her mid-thirties while the one man appeared in his late-thirties and the other about early-forties. Helene, of course, was much older than them but she would appear no older than her mid-twenties and she could see that judgement in their eyes already.

The older gentleman was the first one to speak "Would you please give us your name and what you plan to play?" His tone hinted at Germanic descent but one that has been in America for a long time.

Helene gave a nod and spoke clearly "My name is Helene Si-St.Claire. Yes, Helene St. Claire. I shall be playing Niccolo Paganini Caprice No. 24 in A Minor Op. 1." She had nearly given her clan name.

A shared look of surprised gripped the judges, with the female judge seemingly a little offset "Are you sure that is what you'd like to play?"

Helene gave a beaming smile and a simple reply"Yes."

The female judge looked at her fellow judges and shrugged, the look on her face made it seem like she didn't believe Helene could pull it off "Very well, Miss St. Claire. Please begin." The oldest gentleman said, taking hold of a clipboard and pen as did the others.

Helene inhaled deeply just for her own focus, putting in her the proper mindset to let the spirit of the music flow into her. Years of practice was fervently engaged as she began to slide the bow across the strings of the violin, her fingers deftly manipulating the strings to play the exact note she wanted. Her eyes closed soon after as she began, allowing her to completely put the judges out of her mind. It was just her and the music, pitting her skill against the complexity of the piece in a heated battle. Her hopes, dreams, and passion flowed into her performance and soon her body began to move with it. What was only minutes felt like centuries but soon enough her performance was reaching its end. As the final note was struck, Helene slowed opened her eyes, nervous about what she might see.

The three judges who had shown some disbelief in her piece selection were utterly blown away, their expressions appearing as though they could not believe that such performance had come from such a young and unheard of woman. Their senses finally seemed to return to them, but they looked at each other as if not sure what to say. However, the older gentleman smiled at Helene and rose from his seat and turned to face the man who had shown her to the stage "Monsieur. We have concluded the auditions, please turn anyone else who shows up away.". Helene wasn't entirely sure what was going as he came up on the stage "Miss St. Claire. In the twenty years I have been performing, never once have I heard a performance quite like yours. It would be our honor to invite you to the Sierra Quartet." He said with extending his hand out.

The words didn't even register at first Helene was so shocked. They were willing to close down their auditions just to have her? Her gaze turned to the other two judges who smiled back at her. Tears welled up in her eyes as she took the gentleman's hand in an enthusiastic handshake, one in which she might have gripped too hard."I-I..graciously accept.It was hard to even speak with just how happy she was right now. Living in her mother's shadow for so long and finally she felt validation for something she accomplished. The three people had no idea what this meant to her, nor did they know of her identity as a vampire. She suddenly felt light-headed and her eyes locked onto the large vein that pulsed in gentleman's neck and all the blood that must flow through it....

"Miss, are you alright?" She snapped back and released her grip, realizing she had not let go of his hand yet.

Helene laughed it off and nodded "That performance must have taken more out of me than I thought."
In Ember Grove - Supernatural RP → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Morning
Location: Streets of Ember Grove
Interaction: @princess



She had only let it her expression slip for a moment but it was enough for Lucius to know he had caught her off-guard. Lucius himself maintained a gentle, kind expression with the poise and stature of someone who possesses a great deal of wisdom. Regal, yet soft "Ah, I appreciate it. While I do love the rain, it's never good to be in it for too long." He said in response to her sheltering him with her umbrella. However, she quickly shifted the conversation onto him. It was not too surprising. He had mostly secluded himself for the past couple weeks with the Children of the Black Moon exclusively and only rarely ventured into the public areas of Ember Grove. Two weeks and he had usurped the the spineless wrench of a leader from her position. Now it was time to plant the seeds of dissent in Ember Grove one step at a time. However, he needed far more information about the different forces in play.

Lucius nodded in response to her question with sheepish smile as he rubbed the back of his neck "Yeah, you got me. I'm still trying to figure out where everything is. People seem to think I'm a little scary so its hard to get directions." He laughed at his own misfortune. It occurred to Lucius that he might be able to avoid the hassle of finding the proper body to imitate, if she would simply introduce him to her coven. While playing this kind teacher character was painful at times, it was less so then some of the other lives he's taken over the years. The first step was letting her known exactly what he was in terms of being a warlock. Second, would be to earn her relative trust. The latter he was dreading. "Inde rem hanc adducite." He spoke just loud enough for her to hear, making a hand movement similar to a performing magician.

A red rose with a shortened stem appeared in his hand, a rather cliche item for a magic trick but that was the point. Bystanders would simply see it as the same magic trick they've seen a thousand times but only Violet would know otherwise, at least so was his hope."Not too bad, right? I thought learning some simple tricks would help break the ice in a new place." He lightheartedly said with a cheery expression. In the unlikely event she was not a witch, playing it off as a simple magic trick protected his identity as well. Infiltrate and identify the main threats then proceed to eliminate. Any coven that was not the Disciples posed a threat to his end goal. A process honed over a thousand years of trial and conflict. At last he had the chance to make his ultimate goal come true.
In Ember Grove - Supernatural RP → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Morning
Location: Streets of Ember Grove
Interaction: @princess



The Children of the Black Moon died alongside Rachel Bromberg, and were resurrected as the Disciples of the Dark Pact. Lucius had gathered the members of the Black Moon and announced the murder of Rachel by an insidious vampire. Their minds already twisted from the dark spells he had been having them practice, it was child's play to manipulate them into his command. Their grief and fury were forged into a steeled resolved, shaped by his hands alone. No longer was it enough to simply catalog and explore the nature of the dark arts, the Disciples would use the forbidden knowledge they have accumulated to push for their dominance over the lives of humans, vampires, and werewolves alike. Of course, they would be bidding their time. The more they delved into the dark rituals Lucius had provided them, the more they would fall into corruption and hate. They had no idea of course the exact repercussions of the path Lucius was sending them down. For Le Coven Éclairé, they were an obstacle that would need to be navigated carefully. Their strict regulations regarding dark magic would put them at odds with his new coven of dark mages. Ideally, they could persuaded to join the Disciples crusade for witch superiority. That outcome seemed incredibly unlikely.

These thoughts and many others coursed through his mind as he walked down the sidewalk. A bit more distracted than usual, he almost didn't notice the young woman with the snow white familiar walking towards him. This one was bold indeed "Excuse me miss." He began "I couldn't help but notice the adorable ferret you have. I used to have one just like it. There's just something magical about having one as a pet." His keen eyes never failed him. It was likely she was a witch but she was not a part of his coven, that much was for certain. That was enough to make him curious about the witch's identity. The longer he had a change to examine her, the more he slowly began to grow disgusted with her soft appearance. Little did he know the witch who had spotted in the cafe yesterday was tied to this one as well.

What would be required to force her towards the dark arts? Did she have any family? They were always great motivators he found. People would do anything for the people they love, even falling into the deeps depths of which there is no escape. That made him feel just the slightest nostalgic of when times were much simpler. Would she catch on that he knew of her little secret? He began to wonder what kind of disguise he could employ to gain access to her coven, if she was even a part of one. Rot them from the inside out. That first involved getting what information he could gain from her, and then finding an appropriate subject to copy.
In Ember Grove - Supernatural RP → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Morning
Location: Residential Area on the way to l'amour est dans l'air
Interaction:



After waiting for Marceau to leave, Helene decided it would be best to simply returned to the house she was renting for the night. It had already been quite eventful as far as she was concerned and made her feel confident in her choice to leave home. For the first time in years, she was excited about what the next day would bring. She looked forward to seeing Boris later tomorrow as well and talking about everything that had happened since they last saw each other. These pleasant thoughts brought a bright smile to her lips. However, she could not ignore the warnings of Marceau. There were very real dangers that she would need to watch out for. There was just too much she wanted to see! If anything, she had made a promise to Boris that she would not break.

What was waiting for her just inside her rental home was enough to take her breath way. A single rose laid next to a cream-colored envelope with nothing indicating its sender. Her hands trembled as she sliced it open and took outs its contents. Inside was a flyer of sorts listing information for an audition to be held at the l'amour est dans l'air. The audition was for the classical band that regularly played at the restaurant and was going to be held in the morning before it opened. Between the rose and the flyer, it was anything but a coincidence. It was a message. The Sinclaire Foundation knew where she was. Marceau! A strange sense of fury filled her as she thought he must have went ahead behind her back and informed the foundation of her location. Tears fell down her cheeks. She had only just began to explore all of what Ember Grove had to offer. Helene could even swear she heard the quiet, whispering voice of her mother in the distance. After taking a couple deep breaths, she managed to think more rationally. Why wouldn't they just come here themselves? Why give her this flyer? Marceau also didn't seem like one who would go against his word. Having made herself a nervous wreck, Helene decided to go to bed early. She felt quite tired from the day's events and she would need the sleep for the audition tomorrow.

Helene woke up with a strange burning sensation in her throat that went away after a little bit. Whatever it was she hoped it would not affect her voice for her audition. As she gently rose out of bed, a shadowy figure standing in the doorway to her bedroom nearly made her jump out of her skin as she let out a sharp scream. The moment she blinked it was gone. It must have just been her nerves from last night, but it still left her quite startled. A nice, hot shower was enough to release the tension in her muscles and ease her mind off it. She spent a good amount of time selecting what to wear and putting her hair into a single braid that laid over her right shoulder. Helene eventually decided on a dress that had been a gift from her Aunt Isabella. It was not something she normally wore but she thought back to what Marceau said and thought this was more fitting. She checked herself out in the mirror after putting on a matching pair of long gloves and was unsure about her appearance. Nevertheless, it was time for her to venture back out into Ember Grove.

The town was much different during the day than at night, she observed under the protection of her umbrella. She began walking towards the restaurant on the other side of town with a bright and excited smile on her face. While she was worried that the foundation knew about her leaving, she couldn't shake the feeling of having her first real audition. It could be the start of everything she ever wanted. Her fingers clenched tightly around the handle of her violin case. Her music...her songs would reach the hearts of the world. She was sure of it. Every part of her soul would be poured into this performance. Helene only needed to get there first. Admittedly, she was still a little tired but that would not stop her. This was a great opportunity to make herself known.
In Valkyria Chronicles: Echo Black → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Interactions:@dwyer austin@Yam I Am@Ambra


"That's right Paloma...never lose hope!" Rosie spoke dramatically as she held a clutched fist close her chest, imitating the act of crying to accentuate the performance.

Rosie knew full well that asking for something as luxurious as bacon in wartime rations was wishful thinking, but she wouldn't let it stop her from dreaming. It didn't matter if today's breakfast had bacon or even baked bread. The mere possibility made put a smile on her face. She would be happy with anything as long as she could have it with her extended her family, even Yori and Victoria who could sometimes be a prickly...just like a cactus! She imagined their faces planted on a giant cactus and suppressed the following giggle by quickly placing her own hand on her lips. She waited for Maxi to enter the mess hall before following close behind to get some food.

Rosie gave a sharp salute towards Maxi as she received the surprise "There goes our fearless leader....gone too soon." She spoke as though Maxi was already dead.

Despite there not being any bacon, the menu was not all that bad "I'll take the potato cakes and apple sauce, please!" Rosie happily spoke as she approached Vinny with a bright smile. While he certainly gave some people a hard time, Vinny was always nice to her. He even gave her a little extra in her rations at times so he wasn't such a bad guy!

After receiving her food, she pratically skipped over to Yori beaming that same smile "Look Yori! It may not be as glorious as bacon, but it's not bad right? At least not as bad as Vinny's surprise." She let out a small giggle, looking over at Maxi "So, how about we sit together and enjoy it? Ya know, Maxi might just lay off ya for a little..." Rosie wagged her finger in the air and gave him a not-so-discreet wink.

There was enough with the war going on to be sad or bitter about so it was important to have fun where possible. While her father never told her everything about EW1, she knew enough to understand it was going to be tough. Hell, it might be the toughest experience she will ever go through. She took a look around at all the familiar faces that surrounded her right now. No matter happens, she would never give up on any of them. Was it wrong to want to be there for them even when the fighting was over? Rosie wanted to show everyone that it was possible to keep a positive outlook, even when in the darkest of times. Time would tell if Rosie's beliefs would last under the fires of war.
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