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Forbidden Love (GoddessSophia X LoneSparrow)

@GoddessSophia I read through it! Very interesting start to things. :D I finished my last CS for the court guy, he's in the character tab for you to look at. I'll get to work on my RP post as soon as I can!

Forbidden Love (GoddessSophia X LoneSparrow)

Name: Gregory Bennett

Age: 28

Species: Manticore

Personality: A brutish man with a temper to match, Gregory takes his job as royal bodyguard very seriously, and works day and night to ensure the members of the royal family are always safe. Due to his occupation, he has developed a close, yet irritating, bond with Silvano. His whimsical and carefree nature have removed countless safety measures Gregory has put in place, but he begrudgingly serves him loyally and without delay.

Bio: As the royal bodyguard of the King and his family, Gregory has served for a few years, protecting the bloodline of the Roma royalty. Though his job includes the protection of the Queen and her brother, he more often than not prefers to stay clear of their fishy smell, preferring to safeguard and protect Silvano and his sister.

Working as not only protector, but strong advisor to the wild prince, Gregory has seen his fair share, and heard the rumours that spread throughout the castle. However, he remains on the fence when it comes to the prince’s relationship dilemma, advising merely for him to be cautious when it comes to making his choices. Despite the fact the Prince is fawning over Gregory's cousin, Julietta, the role of advisor and protector prevents him from being manipulated by the bias of blood ties.

Though he works primarily for the king, and is currently in charge of keeping Silvano prepared for the upcoming wedding, he has his doubts over the marriage, and perhaps can see the appeal in young love and following one’s heart. Would he ever admit this? Never. He’s a manticore, after all! Headstrong and manly as the best of them.

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Welcome to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

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Welcome to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

Blood. Blood and guts. That was pretty much the extent of what one would see if they looked in at the darkened alley, somewhere on the edges of the city. Where did they come from? The answer was brought by a wailing howl of pain, a slow, dragging shuffle, as if a body was being poorly moved through the night. An excellent night for murder, if I do say so myself.

"Please, mercy!" Look's like someone just cried uncle. The shuffling body in question was a rather grotesque and impish goblin, his tiny body full of gashes and cuts, his blood spreading all over the alleyway as he attempted to make a doomed escape from the madwoman who stood towering over him. "I'll give you anything you want! Come on, let's make a deal. I'm not enemy of the Reap-" Oops, shouldn't have done that.

Slash. Another cut, a few inches deep, right across his chest. A high-pitched screech as more blood trickled out of his new wound, slowly descending down his front. "Sorry, small fry, but I prefer my money freshly blooded." With that, the blade fell into it's sheath on the side of her left thigh, as she pulled her firearm from it's resting place. Out of nowhere she pulled a small pistol-sized silencer, screwing it on tight to the end of the muzzle.

The goblin had moved on from whimpering out pleading words, and simply begged with screams and howls of pain as he continued to drag himself away from the glaring pink haired vixen. But he wasn't fast enough, unfortunately. A silent, yet slightly echoed shot, and the sound of bullet going through skull and brain. Dead.

Removing the silencer and putting away her trusty firearm, she huffed as she lifted up his small body, being extremely careful not to get too much blood on herself. Sitting him up comfortably against the alley wall, she ruffled her hand into the left pocket of her jeans, rummaging away as she grumbled, "Thinks I'm stupid enough to deal with a goblin. Jackass." Pulling out a small business card, blank except for the large imprinted face of a tiger, she turned and walked down the alley, looking over her shoulder to watch the card gracefully drift down and land in the goblin's lap.

It was at this moment that Lilith sensed trouble. As she stepped out of the dark shadows of the alleyway, her eyes drifting back and forth along the street that crossed in front of her, she could hear the unmistakable sound of a large gathering of people headed in her direction. As always, her curiosity won over as she slipped back slightly into the shadows, hugging the left-side wall of the alley as she watched and waited.

It wasn't long before the riot washed past her, countless raging beasts rampaging through along the street. No car was left untouched, no shop-windows left intact, the dark shadows quickly being pushed back by the swarm of fire and destruction. Lilith would have been spotted quickly, if she hadn't used her handy Runez to quickly climb the building beside her. She now stood atop the flat roof of a street-side shop, the smell of smoke and ash rises up from beneath her.

She remained for some time, studying the rampage as it surged into the city, observing the carnage and devastation it left in it's wake. "Show offs," she mumbled to herself, shaking her head in disgust, and perhaps a hint of jealousy. No doubt the Reapers would quickly hear of this; she didn't doubt they would pay handsomely for any knowledge of the riot. Whatever happened, she knew that she would soon be in the thick of it. And what an exciting adventure it shall be.

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"So, I send you out to take down a grubby, thieving goblin who's been up to no good..."

Lilith merely nodded, her arms crossed tightly just beneath her bust, leaning slightly on one side as she listened intently to her contact in the Reavers, a scruffy, 'rough and tumble' ogre who had seen more horror than he let on. I can see it in his eyes. The ogre was sat at his desk, two meaty hands resting atop one another in front of him.

"You come back with a clean kill... AND it's conveniently covered up by the riot, made to look like a victim of the rampage." Lilith never knew him to smile, but she could tell by the way he was staring up at her, he was impressed. He swivelled his chair to the left slightly to sit on an angle as he leaned back, his left arm moving back to rest on the arm of his chair, leaving his right arm behind to rest casually across the desk.

"Not just that, Grog," Lilith replied, shifting forward slightly to lean down over the desk, staring the ogre straight in the eyes. "I got intel for the Reapers on the riot. Saw most of the damage take place." She could feel his eyes quizzically deciding whether to make eye contact or try and sneak a few low glances, but that was all part of her quickly thought up scheme. Amateur.

"I'm surprised you didn't join in," Grog finally replied, lowering his eyes down to the drawer under his desk, pulling it out and grabbing two briefcases. Hoisting them up onto the counter, he gave them both a light pat before returning his gaze to Lilith. "Here's your pay, with extra compensation for this information."

Lilith smiled, quickly relaying 'everything' she knew about the riot. The dolt took in all of it, believing every single word she spoke. I have him eating out of my palm. Loser. She kept a few details to herself, mainly for her own investigation into what was going on. After all, information is a valuable commodity, and a body count is extra.

Once she had finished, she quickly grabbed her briefcases and bid Grog farewell, spinning in place to face the exit. "You get any more jobs for me, you know where I'll be." And with that final word, she swiftly left, starting on the slightly lengthy journey to her apartment.

Ashes of Orvell - Setting Construction

Zvaknaros

Name: Zvaknaros

Time Frame: Very few have the knowledge of how long ago it was when Zvaknaros took place. Evidence of it happening exists only in stories, or in the memories of the ancient and immortal beings that have survived long enough to have experienced it first-hand.

Description: In the stories passed down from generation to generation, the harrowing tale of Zvaknaros exists to frighten the masses, a narrative of blood and gore, of evil victorious, of death and destruction spread across the entirety of Orvell.

Long before the Orvelli Empire rose and fell, when the first civilizations of the races began to emerge in Orvell, powerful and enigmatic leaders began to hunger for supreme dominion over the land. But none would simply stand down, too prideful to accept others as their overlords, and so this hunger quickly escalated into all-out war. The land of Orvell was torn asunder, as the vast races fought and conquered and decimated each other, an endless stalemate bringing about mass destruction.

Cities were levelled, villages pillaged, towns burnt to the ground; civilizations crumbled and collapsed as their society was overrun by famine and death. And yet, war continued to blossom, the hunger for blood and power winning out in the savage hearts of the people. This continued, the land of Orvell on the brink of total and utter annihilation, the battle-worn races clinging to their now brief and weak existence.

Causes: As stated above, the time of Zvaknaros emerged due to the thirst for power and dominion over Orvell. Hungry for recognition and yearning to rule all, great leaders from the larger races such as elves, dwarves, humans, etc. led their people into a great war that threatened, and almost succeeded, to destroy all evidence of civilization.

Significance: As adventurers explore and roam the world, beyond finding the remnants of the once great Orvelli Empire, fleeting glimpses of the ancient times before and during the time of Zvaknaros exist, with ancient powers long since forgotten emerging from the shadows of an age of blood and desolation.

My first idea, thought I'd start with a bit of history! Obviously it's just a start at the moment, and I haven't exactly devised how the people came back from the event (if confused, read); I was waiting for you to finish the details on the Orvelli Empire and the brief history, but I decided it'd be better if I got this up now and let you decide on what needs to be fixed, or even if this just needs to be put aside, I don't mind! x3 Let me know what you think, in any case.

Welcome to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

@Rockette That's amazing! Totally using that. :D Superb work!

Organized Setting Building

That map looks awesome! Can't wait to shape it into a world that is truly awe-inspiring, I'm already getting ideas!

Forbidden Love (GoddessSophia X LoneSparrow)

@GoddessSophia Well, I was more going for the idea that Valari doesn't want to lose a valuable ally, especially one that he enjoys the company of, but perhaps some feelings could arise from it, would be interesting!

Forbidden Love (GoddessSophia X LoneSparrow)

@GoddessSophia I just put up the brother, still gotta finish up my court member.

Forbidden Love (GoddessSophia X LoneSparrow)

Name: Valari Corinthos

Age: Age unknown (Though likely the same as his sister’s)

Species: Merman

Personality: Unlike his sister, Valari’s strengths lie more within his aggression and intimidation, though he is open to scheming when his sister enforces it. Completely under the whim of his sister’s persuasiveness, Valari will usually do as she commands without question. On his own, however, he thrives on the fear of others, and will do anything he can to soe his legend within the kingdom as a terrifying monstrosity; and all without revealing his true form.

Bio: A powerful merman and twin brother of the siren queen Ravenna, Valari has been consorting and planning with her since the moment they emerged into the world. Striking fear into the hearts of the aquatic life of the sea, Valari has always been one for getting the job done, without the messy and convoluted politics that usually go with a large plan.

Their first large bid for power came in the form of the marriage between Ravenna and her new husband the king. Before the wedding had even taken place, Valari and his sister had been planning the days to come, setting the board up, as it were. As an avid chess player with a knack for violent strategy, Valari knows how to menace and intimidate those who get in his way.

His only contempt towards his sister’s grand scheme is the wedding between his nephew-in-law Silvano and the foreign princess, Elena. The princess had always been a fast ally to Valari and his sister, and he had grown rather fond of the witch; as such, he was reluctant to simply tie her down to the unsophisticated rapscallion who calls himself a prince.

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