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Whispers of Trinity *limited

YoshiSkittlez said
How do you (or where do you get) those collaged images? o.0

I make them using an app on my phone. SUN uses a sight called fotor :)

Whispers of Trinity *limited

I hope this helps. I also edited the rules/CS slightly. Characters (based on the ages selected so far) would have been alive during the Betrayal. So I fixed that and also added that I will PM options to each player of potential Whispers. I'll make a character stash soon and have you post your CS there once you are approved. The only NPC available at this time is Alden Shatterfell.

Whispers of Trinity *limited

Name Title
Lilith Shatterfell

Age Length of life
20 years

Gender Curse
XX

Class Affiliation
Leader of the Exiled

Appearance Mien
Lilith Shatterfell is graced with stern, but enticing facial features. Her high cheekbones and dimpled chin are slightly softened by her quiet jade eyes. The girl's bone chilling voices pierces through a pair of sensual lips. Stark red hair caresses around the frame of her face and drops below her strong jawline.

Lilith's skin is fair, unlike her blackened heart, and ripples with coarse muscle mass. She stands at an average height of 5'7", but commands her army with the ferocity of one thousand men. The specialized leather armor she wears is laced with crimson and gold stitching. When Lilith is not called to battle, she adorns her body in seductively sewn outfits that greatly compliment her fit body. She radiates raw, terrifying beauty.

Personality Disposition
The Third Heir to the Shatterfell throne is most definitely the mirrored image of nobility. Lilith is manipulative and rules with the fear that has surrounded her since the murder of Gifre. She is passionately vicious and maintains control with her cruel methodology. Her heart is covered in parasites. Greed. Hatred. Cruelty. Doubt. The girl will not trust, she cannot feel, and she refuses to display weakness.

Lilith's ability to lead is one of the few faint connections between her brothers, Rorick and Alden. She has a natural intimidation factor that none are immune to. Her reputation precedes her, and Lilith enjoys every bit of the infamous attention. She lacks the emotions to form relationships, but greatly desires affection and exhortation. She has seduced and captured the hearts of many, if not all, of the Exiled.

There is a secretive side to the young girl that is extremely rare to witness. On certain occasions, Lilith is contemplative and reflective, but most always lets her instincts guide her words and actions. She is wicked, blunt, rash, and extremely offensive in her military rulings. Her spirit is dark, wild, and longing for the affirmations that her mentor promised.

Skills/abilities Expertise
Leadership
Persuasion
Brutality
Poisons
Knife throwing
Illusion magic

History Antiquity
*refer to History hider in original OOC post

Whisper post Bondage
Lilith's small hand clutched tightly to Gifre's dark robes. Their footsteps crunched through piles of dead leaves as they made their way briskly through the twisted trees. The young girl's red hair bobbed with each step and she stumbled to keep up with the older man. Gifre threw his arm backwards, smacking her hard across her cheek, and spun around angrily.

"Will you stop dawdling, child! You must learn to start leading and not trailing along behind others. You are impossible!"

His hands gripped in frustration at his face as Lilith widened her eyes in confusion and terror. He slowly lowered his face to the ground and shook his head disapprovingly. The girl touched her bruised cheek gently and stood shakily to her feet. She furrowed her brows and reached for the dagger concealed in Gifre's belt. Her tiny fingers could hardly wrap around the handle, but she pointed it towards her mentor and spoke icily into the silence separating them.

"I am the strongest! You'll see, Master Gifre. You will never doubt again. Look at me, I say! Look at me!"

The intensity steadily rose in her voice and her lungs burned inside her chest. The cold of winter was settling in, and her breath carried like a ghostly fog. Gifre's eyes rose but focused on something looming in the distance behind Lilith. She could stand it no longer, she refused to be ignored. She turned sharply on her heels to confront whatever had attracted Gifre's attention. A small, glowing orb of light stalked steadily from side to side feet away from Lilith. Her white jade eyes followed it mesmerized and the dagger in her hand swept steadily back and forth.

"It cannot be?"

Gifre gasped aloud in realization of the Whisper before them. His own soul had not been affected during the betrayal, so he knew this to be the youngest Shatterfell's missing essence. She cannot possibly be ready. The man's rotted teeth exposed themselves as his lips parted in an evil smile. He stared at the back of his apprentice's red head and tapped his spindly fingers along her shoulder. Lilith looked up at him momentarily and he nodded without further affirmation or instruction.

Lilith stepped forward cautiously, never letting her eyes linger from the Whisper's bright trail. The Whisper slowly bobbed forward as well. She was inches from the magnificent light when her arm reached forward enticingly. Her palm extended and made contact with the orb in an explosion of blinding rays. Gifre pried open his eyelids and unshielded his wrist from his face. Before him stood a smiling Lilith and the newly formed outline of her magnificent beast. His whispered words echoed sickeningly in the dying woods.

"I'm looking, dear. I'm looking."

Liliths Whisper

Whispers of Trinity *limited

Certainly! I've been debating on who to play, cannon char or citizen. I'm gonna work on the CS now so y'all can get an idea :)

Pokemon: In The Shadow of a Rainbow

Raddum said
Your post actually made me laugh, because Jorie is absolutely right and it'll remind Michael of how Chobin mistook him for a thief on multiple occasions. c:

Okay good! I didn't want to GM, but it is part of Jorie's history. Yay for making you laugh :)

Pokemon: In The Shadow of a Rainbow

I hope my post is okay! I thought it was fitting. I'm so sick guys :/ stupid middle schoolers and their stomach viruses.

Pokemon: In The Shadow of a Rainbow

The young girl's heart swelled with pride as Michael complimented the group's amateur battling skills. She couldn't wait to tell Beckett! Jorie crossed her arms against her chest as the Professor explained the appearance of Cipher. She tried to remain calm, but her body trembled slightly at Michael's words. She had heard the stories, and Beckett had spent many a late night shift in pursuit of Cipher's criminal gang. Her eyes widened the more he spoke, and she hardly noticed as Michael's Skarmory headed back into the Headquarters with the burnt Bulbasaur on its back. His sullen speech was interrupted by the frantic beeping of his fingers against the buttons on his PokePager.

She couldn't help but lean in to listen closer to his conversation with Chobin. Jorie knew of the man, he was the eager assistant to Dr. Kaminko, but had never met him in person. The mansion was off-limits and quite secluded to the villagers of Agate village. Jorie had wandered down the hidden path with Maren on several occasions, enjoying the solitude with her faithful companion. They never stepped foot on the property though, unlike the hooligan Agata Village children. It was somewhat of a game among them to sneak out to the run-down mansion during the dark hours and see who could get the closest before totally flipping their wig.

Maren held the record, of course. The brave little Pokemon had even come in contact with the eccentric Dr. on one rare occasion. Jorie looked down to her Pokebelt happily as Professor Michael ended his phone call and began addressing the group once more. She stepped forward and nodded her head sharply before turning to face Tyler and Marie.

"I grew up in the Agata forest and have lived in the Village my whole life. I know the path well, but Professor..."

Her long golden ponytail whipped around as she turned back to Michael. Her eyebrow arched with doubt and her blue eyes were glazed over with concern.

"I'm not so sure Dr. Kaminko is going to believe you would send three 'children' to retrieve such a precious invention. He's very... Particular."

She emphasized the last word and slipped her hands into the pockets of her brown apron. Jorie was excited to be given such a task, especially by Michael, but couldn't help but question the older man's decision. Her eyes wandered to one of the elongated windows of the Headquarters. The workers inside we're scrambling about frantically with handfuls of papers and Pokemon. Jorie sighed deeply, her mind keeping her feet planted, but her heart longed to go inside and help them. Maybe this strange request is our chance to help?

The Uisilons

Fine by me. I just now got caught up with all my RPs. I could use a break :}

Filthy or Golden?

SUN said
Okay so just for fun I put everyone's character on the front page with a collage of their splice with it...of you don't like the pic I used let me know Also nightwing because your picture was a gif it only shows his eyes closed but if you have another picture of him that you like better then I can change it...unless you like how it looks just let me know :)Thanks all of you for joining! :) this is going to be a fun rp family

I love your collaging madness :)

After Apocalypse (OOC)

As the afternoon dragged into early nightfall, Julia gathered her engulfing garments around her malnourished body and stood weakly against the dumpster. She concealed the shatter-trap she'd made in the crook of her armpit and stumbled slowly towards the street. She made every effort to stay quiet and avoid making much sound, but the tall girl was having trouble balancing on such a light-head. After a few noisy encounters with the alley trash, Juliana managed to compose herself enough to lower into a crouch and stalk like a shadow along the San Diego streets. Food. Her mind couldn't shake the thought of a nice piece of rat or rabbit meat. It made her miss the company of her faithful mutant hound, Richter. Juliana avoided all social traffic and picked up two or three more broken glass bottles to add to her shatter-trap.

After at least 10 minutes of night-stalking, she came upon an abandoned hospital. Juliana looked down to her scarred arm, which was enveloped tightly with white bandages, and then up to the sparking red letters of the public sign. She looked both ways cautiously and sprinted into the broken entrance without a sound. The noxious smell of rotting cadavers filled her open nostrils, and her empty stomach churned. She heaved slightly, unable to conceal the sound, and was echoed by a low growling coming from behind a dimly lit corner. Juliana reached for one of the broken bottles inside the hollow makings of her shatter-trap, and held it in front of her shakily. She was less than prepared for a fight, she simply needed nutrition more than anything at this moment.

A foreboding, dark figure crept into the filthy hallway. Hackles raised, Richter pounced forward with a menacing growl. The large hound swept it's paw into the air, knocking to bottle in Juliana's hand to the floor. Surprisingly, it did not shatter, just rolled noisily into one of the patient rooms. Juliana's breath caught in her lungs as she recognized the creature attacking her.

"Richter! Richter, stop! It's me."

She lowered into a submissive position and allowed the hound to gruffly root his nose into her sides as he assessed her. Richter's keen sense of smell had been effected by the strong smell of chemicals lingering in the building. He retreated his head and snorted loudly as his body sat obediently in front of Juliana. Her hands cautiously slid from her face and she eyed he long-lost companion with a sort of elated sorrow. Her thin arms reached forward to hug the large mutant's neck and he rested his large head into the hollow that was her shoulder. Juliana whispered into his advanced ears, I've missed you, bud. His long, threatening tail whacked against the ground once in response.

Juliana leaned back onto her knees and used her palm to lift herself to a standing position. She wandered into the room where her bottle had rolled and searched the drawers and cabinets while Richter nosed around in the corners. A few high pitched screams informed her that he had captured a rat. He swallowed it whole before she could retrieve it. Her lips frowned, but she was happy to secure her hands around a few used rolls of medical tape. She stripped the dirtied bed and placed the sheet in her knapsack for later. Richter followed her throughout the other rooms as she gathered up a few meager medical supplies. A handful of assorted pills, an almost empty tub of Vaseline, two syringes, and a small medical scalpel. She placed the puny supplies safely into her sack and slithered into one of the less foul patient beds. Richter curled himself by the door protectively as Juliana's eyes closed in pure exhaustion.