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Wolves of Red Lake (Closed ignore this thread)

@The One@BlackPanther

This is actually a more accurate description:

Introvert

Opposite of extrovert. A person who is energized by spending time alone. Often found in their homes, libraries, quiet parks that not many people know about, or other secluded places, introverts like to think and be alone (but not all the time).

Contrary to popular belief, not all introverts are shy. Some may have great social lives and love talking to their friends but just need some time to be alone to "recharge" afterwards. The word "Introvert" has negative connotations that need to be destroyed. Introverts are simply misunderstood because the majority of the population consists of extroverts.

Extrovert: Oh my god, you're so shy! You need to get out more!
Introvert: But it's so draining - I don't have a problem with going out; I just want to stay at home and read sometimes, y'know?

Also, Gloria is currently at the Lake Campground, where probably 80% of the people are right about now. =3 And she's mostly just... hanging out?

Wolves of Red Lake (Closed ignore this thread)

Nally suggested I post in the OOC about this, but I'm feeling a bit frustrated right now... when I first joined, it seemed like a lot of people were excited about my character and interacting with her, but so far it seems that everyone is completely ignoring her - except Nally's character, who's gone back into town. I understand she's an introvert and not the most forward person, but I suppose I thought this would play out differently - I even remember reading that a couple of people wanted to approach her and start interactions... and I'm not trying to blame or point fingers, I'm really just super frustrated by the situation. So I guess, I'm hoping someone can help me out?

War of The Angelic Trio

C Y N T H I A M O O N F A L L

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"Cynthia! Once you're done in here, we're going upstairs." The head maid Merinda was middle-aged and stern, though friendly, however she was also about getting things done in a neat and orderly fashion. Spots of grey were already entering her brown hair and hints of wrinkles on her face, but she was a well-toned, beautiful woman for her age, even if she didn't have time to be wooed by any men. She stood in the doorway to one of many quarters in the castle provided to servants and knights where a young woman was just finishing her making of the bed. "Hopefully Sir Rayne will actually help make time for you today," she then grumbled, exiting out of the doorway and causing the young woman to pause for a moment and glance her way. A small smile crossed her lips as she thought about how amusing and different the head maid truly was to everything she had experienced growing up - she was still strict, which was something Cynthia was used to, but the kindness had both been alien and warming at the same time. If anything, Merinda sometimes scolded her for not accepting friendliness very well.

Quickly and with an efficiency that wasn't oft seen within the walls, she finished the bed and quickly hopped outside, attending to her orders quickly. She pursed her lips slightly, trying to remind herself they weren't orders in the same way as she had grown up with, another thing that Merinda scolded her for. "Ready, miss.." she said softly as she closed the door behind her, looking over at Merinda as the older woman smiled, just slightly. A moment passed between the two before Cynthia finally said, "did I do something?"

Merinda waved her hand with a scoff before gesturing the young woman to follow her. "Stop that nonsense, girl. If you did things wrong as often as you thought, then you wouldn't be becoming Princess Regnier's personal servant." It was a bit harsh, but the head maid was entirely in the right on this one. Cynthia had been unusually and surprisingly efficient and quick about everything she had been asked to do - well, except cooking. Cynthia had burned food far more than once and was practically banned from the kitchen all together, but everything else from cleaning to fetching to service, was spot on almost all the time. Merinda had recognized this and brought her before Sir Rayne for approval, who seemed extremely stubborn about the idea, but eventually ran it by the princess. At least, this is what Cynthia had heard, and before she knew it - she was accepted.

As they walked the corridors towards the front gates, Cynthia recalled the first moment she ran into the angel. To be honest she was just looking for a way to survive, for a way to not be so alone anymore, but sensing his presence scared her to death. She was scared she'd be rejected and hunted down, but instead she was given an extremely disapproving glare - he even argued about her being hired, but Merinda had been so insistent, that it somehow made him back down. To this day, she couldn't understand it and while he always looked at her with complete distrust, he mostly left her alone. It was worse when she was suggested as a lady-in-waiting and he argued as much as possible but again, the older woman's stubbornness and logic won the fight that day and he promised to asked the princess. Cynthia could only imagine how that conversation went - but that did beg the question. Did the royal family know he was an angel? If not, why would he hide and be so intent on it? Was he also afraid of being rejected in some way? But if they knew, then they knew she was a demon. Did that mean they accepted her anyways? It was all very interesting to ponder, but at the end of the day - she was just trying to survive and not be alone.

Before long, they were at the front gates and Merinda was waving Picard down in a curt manner. She was bit a blunt, that was for sure, but her methods got the job done and Cynthia had learned that everyone just accepted her for being who she was. Certainly, as rude as Merinda could come across as, she had a heart of gold. Cynthia watched as Bishop Cain climbed the stairs up towards one of the studies. "Sir Rayne!" Merinda yelled, making sure to get his absolute attention. "Miss Cynthia is ready as soon as her majesty is willing to accept her... I understand there's an important meeting, so we'll simply wait down here, but will you please let her know?" It was as much of a request as it was forceful. Merinda was a tad peeved by Picard's reluctance and to be frank, the head maid had other things to do as well.

War of The Angelic Trio

_{(Let me know if this ever starts again.)}

Retired - Cynthia Moonfall

Demon Form

"She might be one of the lesser demons, but I'll admit, she scares me to death. They call her Black Shadow - no one even knows how many others she's assassinated."

A G E
Twenty-Two (?)

R A C E
Demon (Succubus)

R O L E & K I N G D O M
Lady-in-Waiting of Raphael

A B I L I T Y & W E A P O N
• Shadow Cloak (Demonic): Given to a particular bloodline of succubi, these powers allow her to do two things; shadow-step and hide in plain sight.

• Shadow-stepping is the literal use of darkness in any form, to transport oneself up to a maximum of twenty feet - even through cracks in walls. Some say it's just teleportation based on using darkness, but others swear they must be stepping through another plane of existence all together. Only those who can use it know for sure and often keep the secret to themselves.
• Hiding in plain sight involves wrapping shadows around one's form and using it's power to cast a powerful illusion, making it extremely difficult to spot them once again. Many have given accounts of seeing this in action and it's as if the person simply fades away in front of them. Powerful magics of revealing can negate this ability and it still needs darkness to function.

• Short Sword & Buckler (Weapon): Due to her time as an assassin, she is a master at the short sword, though she has also learned to include a small buckler into her fighting style. Not only the mastery but also the rarity of using these smaller versions makes her a very dangerous opponent in melee, using them in style that can only be referred to as agile and fast.

B I O G R A P H Y
Born in what is considered the slums of Lucifer, Cynthia's life was full of hate and lust from the very beginning, having watched anything from murders happening to seeing her family sell themselves out for a night of pleasure. Normally, this would do unrepairable damage to some, but being a demon, she was naturally resistant to the darkness of sin - like many others. Not to say it didn't affect her however as she followed her family's footsteps even as a smaller child. She didn't sell herself out, but she learned how to use her unique powers to steal from others and bring the earnings back - there was no praise because no one praised anyone, but she was often given curt nods of acknowledgment.

Things couldn't stay the same forever though. When she was older and grown she was caught by one of the slum bosses for stealing from him, but instead of punishing her, he decided to use her instead. He slapped a collar around her and trained her to be an assassin, seeing the opportunity to use her shadow powers for his own gain, and offered rewards in return for her service. She was a mostly quiet demon compared to many others and for the most part just followed the flow of life that was Lucifer. Before she knew it, she was doing well for herself and often indulged in having sex with others, being a succubus. All those years were a blur though compared to what happened next.

A rare occurrence indeed, in that something snapped in her mind. She had woken up one day and looked around in her bed, seeing all the women sleeping and naked under the sheets, and felt... lonely. She had never once thought about her feelings or her thoughts, just doing what everyone else was doing and living her life. It felt like there was a weight on her heart, crushing her with this sharp pain that grew more and more as the days went by. She even questioned what she was doing as an assassin - not whether it was right or not, but what the purpose was. If she was alone in this world, then what was the point to any of this?

It was then that she decided to plot. She had heard rumors of the weak point somewhere in the slum and made her way towards it - it was only a small crack, but it was enough. Slipping into the shadows, she found herself on the other side, the outside looking in. She did not say a word and never looked back again, walking out into the open world before her. She started to experience things she had never seen before. The sun was so warm and bright and rain felt cool against her skin, grass was almost like a blanket and the animals that roamed the fields fascinated her.

Eventually in her wanderings, she found the kingdom of Raphael and disguised her form. Walking the streets for several days, she heard rumors of work in the castle as a maid and quickly took it. She wanted to survive. She wanted to live. Most importantly, she didn't want to be alone anymore. Even though as she was accepted into their arms and presented as a new maid, she ran into the one thing that made her more nervous than anything else in this world - an angel. Somehow, he did not attack though and she was introduced into the life as a servant. It wasn't surprisingly she was so good at it, following orders and simply doing her best because she was told to, but this was different than before. She earned praise and compliments and it was so alien to her, a feeling she had never really felt before, but she enjoyed it! Before long though, the head maid was recommending her to be Princess Cordelia's lady-in-waiting and despite the angel's subtle protests, she was somehow accepted.

Wolves of Red Lake (Closed ignore this thread)

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Location: Red Lake Camp Site
Interacting With: No One
Date: August 2nd, 4:03 PM

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Stopping mid-drawing, she caught the scene between the three teenagers. It started with Riley kissing one of them and then the other running off in tears, not before the one being kissed ran after and so did Riley. Gloria raised a slight eyebrow and pursed her lips. It was obvious it was a scenario with broken hearts involved, though she thought it was a shame that they couldn't all share. Then again, most people didn't really think that way, did they? It wasn't long until Riley had exited and was making a break for the woods.

She might have been inclined to go after Riley to see if she was okay, but as soon as she saw the other girl run after, she thought better of it. She didn't want to interrupt and end up feeling awkward and forced. She had never been the forward type anyways - she just hoped Riley would be okay. Drawing ing a sharp breath, she looking over the lake and watched as everyone had fun and interacted with one another, giving herself a weak smile. It was really hard leaving her previous home, where she had friends and support. Here, like most of her life, she was no one. She was so used to it in fact, she wondered if Ana had just been nice and really ever intended to go on more than one date with her... maybe she felt pity? Who knew. Gloria slowly opened her book to the page the number had been written in and sighed. Even if it was out of pity, she wished she could have some company right about now...

_{(Sorry for tagging you two; Caits & Nally)}

War of The Angelic Trio

Hey guys, I got approved, and plan on not only post my character but also my IC post... however I have to eat, do laundry, and possibly catch up on another role-play first. It should be done today though (it's 3 PM here right now). <3

Growing Up | It's Anything But Simple

@Lady Amalthea - Well... that makes it easier for me. I was seriously considering dropping this as well. I've gotten a max of three posts in since me joining 1 month ago. There's been 4 replies since my last one - which was 18 days ago. I even say in my own 1x1 that if someone doesn't reply within 14 days, that I consider the role-play dead. I've really enjoyed talking and thinking of ideas and interactions with everyone, but this isn't fun (like @Charnobylisk said). Only people I even IC'ly interacted with was with @Lady Amalthea's characters and Belle - who the player has given up interacting with me because my character doesn't like his. Anyways... hope you guys all find a place to call home and find awesome groups to be with.

<3 Lydyn

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Demon Form

"She might be one of the lesser demons, but I'll admit, she scares me to death. They call her Black Shadow - no one even knows how many others she's assassinated."

A G E
Twenty-Two (?)

R A C E
Demon (Succubus)

R O L E & K I N G D O M
Lady-in-Waiting of Raphael

A B I L I T Y & W E A P O N
• Shadow Cloak (Demonic): Given to a particular bloodline of succubi, these powers allow her to do two things; shadow-step and hide in plain sight.

• Shadow-stepping is the literal use of darkness in any form, to transport oneself up to a maximum of twenty feet - even through cracks in walls. Some say it's just teleportation based on using darkness, but others swear they must be stepping through another plane of existence all together. Only those who can use it know for sure and often keep the secret to themselves.
• Hiding in plain sight involves wrapping shadows around one's form and using it's power to cast a powerful illusion, making it extremely difficult to spot them once again. Many have given accounts of seeing this in action and it's as if the person simply fades away in front of them. Powerful magics of revealing can negate this ability and it still needs darkness to function.

• Short Sword & Buckler (Weapon): Due to her time as an assassin, she is a master at the short sword, though she has also learned to include a small buckler into her fighting style. Not only the mastery but also the rarity of using these smaller versions makes her a very dangerous opponent in melee, using them in style that can only be referred to as agile and fast.

B I O G R A P H Y
Born in what is considered the slums of Lucifer, Cynthia's life was full of hate and lust from the very beginning, having watched anything from murders happening to seeing her family sell themselves out for a night of pleasure. Normally, this would do unrepairable damage to some, but being a demon, she was naturally resistant to the darkness of sin - like many others. Not to say it didn't affect her however as she followed her family's footsteps even as a smaller child. She didn't sell herself out, but she learned how to use her unique powers to steal from others and bring the earnings back - there was no praise because no one praised anyone, but she was often given curt nods of acknowledgment.

Things couldn't stay the same forever though. When she was older and grown she was caught by one of the slum bosses for stealing from him, but instead of punishing her, he decided to use her instead. He slapped a collar around her and trained her to be an assassin, seeing the opportunity to use her shadow powers for his own gain, and offered rewards in return for her service. She was a mostly quiet demon compared to many others and for the most part just followed the flow of life that was Lucifer. Before she knew it, she was doing well for herself and often indulged in having sex with others, being a succubus. All those years were a blur though compared to what happened next.

A rare occurrence indeed, in that something snapped in her mind. She had woken up one day and looked around in her bed, seeing all the women sleeping and naked under the sheets, and felt... lonely. She had never once thought about her feelings or her thoughts, just doing what everyone else was doing and living her life. It felt like there was a weight on her heart, crushing her with this sharp pain that grew more and more as the days went by. She even questioned what she was doing as an assassin - not whether it was right or not, but what the purpose was. If she was alone in this world, then what was the point to any of this?

It was then that she decided to plot. She had heard rumors of the weak point somewhere in the slum and made her way towards it - it was only a small crack, but it was enough. Slipping into the shadows, she found herself on the other side, the outside looking in. She did not say a word and never looked back again, walking out into the open world before her. She started to experience things she had never seen before. The sun was so warm and bright and rain felt cool against her skin, grass was almost like a blanket and the animals that roamed the fields fascinated her.

Eventually in her wanderings, she found the kingdom of Raphael and disguised her form. Walking the streets for several days, she heard rumors of work in the castle as a maid and quickly took it. She wanted to survive. She wanted to live. Most importantly, she didn't want to be alone anymore. Even though as she was accepted into their arms and presented as a new maid, she ran into the one thing that made her more nervous than anything else in this world - an angel. Somehow, he did not attack though and she was introduced into the life as a servant. It wasn't surprisingly she was so good at it, following orders and simply doing her best because she was told to, but this was different than before. She earned praise and compliments and it was so alien to her, a feeling she had never really felt before, but she enjoyed it! Before long though, the head maid was recommending her to be Princess Cordelia's lady-in-waiting and despite the angel's subtle protests, she was somehow accepted.

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T H E W H I T E K N I G H T | T H E S T A R S W O R D

A G E O F L E G E N D

26,750 years past

M Y T H O L O G Y

"Light seemed to charge into the very steel of her sword..."

Elowen is the name whispered when one is praying for strength of heart. When one is looking up to the skies, hoping that Arete, goddess of virtue is watching, and wishing to have even an ounce of courage that Elowen had. The 'White Knight' is often viewed as a saint of Arete, a symbol of how good can overcome the evil in even the darkest hours, and how determination and compassion can radiate out and heal. It is a tale of sadness and hope.

Myths tell of a young girl that wandered from village to village, alone, hungry, and spat on. Seen as a useless beggar, she tried to find a family among the spotted villagers, a place to call home and spent her life as a child feeling ignored and abandoned. However one day, a priest of Arete saw her on the streets and something struck a cord within him, something that everyone else failed to see - no matter how much it seemed to rain and pour, this young girl was resilient beyond belief. She still tried to smile, still tried to be kind, and refused to let the world keep her down. He could not let such a rare gift go unloved in a world full of cruel men and jealous women. So the priest went over to her and offered her the home she had been so desperately seeking and for a time, things were looking up.

Fate, it seemed, had different plans for her. It was only a year spent with the man, when she had finally started to heal from all the scars on her heart, that a bandit raid swept through the town with surprising ease. The priest hid her away into a secret shrine room and stood tall as they cut him down, beginning to burn the village down for it's mundane riches. Elowen could only slump against the statue of Arete and begin to cry, for her loss, for the loss of the villagers, for the deaths, and for her lack of power. If only she could stop them and send them away, to save the others and rebuild the once peaceful village... if only...

In that moment, Elowen gasped in shock, feeling a warm glow on her hand. Upon looking down, she saw that a rune had been suddenly inscribed onto the back of her hand. Some say that she felt the knowledge of it's power pour into her mind while other myths claim that Arete herself whispered in her ear, but both agree that she came out of the burning temple with a blade, steeling her gaze right into the group of bandits. With a trembling wave of magical energy, Elowen swung her sword and cut many of them aside from a distance, not even having to risk close quarters. She battled with the men with frightening efficiency, however she turned her blade and twisted it so as to spare many of their lives before gathering the villagers still alive and hiding them safely in the forest. Eventually, myths tell us that she was able to give the villagers food and water, guided by her goddess, until they could rebuild once more.

This was only the beginning for the young woman however. Other tales speak of her defiant defense for the innocent, even risking her own life to make sure that others could be happy, and many times staying behind to help them pick up pieces of their almost broken lives. Named the 'White Knight' by the people, she had never formally accepted knighthood from any kingdom and instead opted to travel across all lands to assist those in need. She was not the traditional sort, but for many in those days, she was their knight in shining armor - the one to stand up to evil, plant her blade into the ground and yell, "no more!"

Her last tale speaks of a small kingdom on what is now the northern plains. A peaceful, kind sort of king ruling over them as they worked together to make everyone happy, with no slaves and even treating women with dignity and respect. Their ideals though, seemed far too progressed for the other kingdoms surrounding them and they grew jealous. After many meetings, three of the other lands declared war on the kind-hearted king, not being able to stand that their own subjects were questioning the traditions ways. So at the day of battle, there sat the small kingdom's army, surrounded on all three sides. The king took a knee upon the grass and prayed for aid and the strength of virtue to see this through - when suddenly Elowen appeared and patted his shoulder. As the other armies charged, Elowen stood alone before all three of them and raised her sword aloft. Light seemed to charge into the very steel of her sword and with a mighty swing, the flames of a star nearly blew away all of the men, leaving but a small portion for the king to fend off himself. This is where she got the title 'Star Sword.'

As with any good story though, there is always an end, and hers was met with tragedy. A stray arrow made it's mark into her heart and she slipped away from the world before any healers could make it to her side. The saddest part isn't her death though, but rather that she had been alone the whole time. In all of her travels and quests to help everyone else, she never once found a true friend, or a lover. She always turned the men away and those she truly wanted to be with could not follow her on her journey. A life of sacrifice and a death of loneliness.

A P P E A R A N C E

"Named the 'White Knight' by the people..."

Elowen is often pictured wearing light plate mail of some sort, a buckler, and her legendary blade - Ilfirin. At times she is also drawn with red fiery hair, but most times she is given blonde hair that is shoulder length, while sometimes either short or down her back. Other than this she is given toned muscles that reflect a lifetime of swordsmanship, but also of feminine beauty.

In truth, this isn't far from her actual appearance. She has shoulder-length blonde hair, toned but lean muscles, and often wears light plate mail as protection. Elowen does favor the buckler as well, however her causal dress is not something that is often discussed or thought upon. On her revival, she is wearing a short dress, ending just below her knees that is both elegant and simple in it's design. This type of wear is normal for her, mixing a feminine fashion with function if she were to find herself with blade in hand. On her hand still rests the engraved rune for 'Sword.'

A B I L I T I E S & E Q U I P M E N T

"With a trembling wave of magical energy..."

On her right hand sits the 'Sword' rune, an engraved symbol of divine might and magic. This powerful rune does many things, such as give her mastery over swordsmanship. Being from the goddess of virtue, it also imbues her with immunity to diseases and poisons and some amount of superhuman agility and reflexes. Though these attributes make her a formidable opponent, it's her instant access to many powerful sword spells that are normally beyond the reach of mortal spellblades, that really make this gift so incredible. These include being able to produce waves of magical force, drawing elements onto the blade, and her most famous ability; to draw upon pure magical force that can take out battalions. There are also such defensive abilities as magical shields to parry away other magics & weapons and a moderate ability to heal others. However with her reawakening, the rune has been dormant, so while her talent and knowledge of it's powers is of a master she cannot access everything upon her rebirth.

A requirement of the 'Sword' rune however is that she need to be holding a blade. Any blade will do, from daggers to greatswords, however she does normally prefer long swords or short swords if she has her pick. Some of her defensive abilities will function without a blade however, they are just much weaker without the presence of a blade, forcing her to rethink her tactics.

She holds nothing of value either upon her re-entry into the world, however she had been buried with her legendary blade, Ilfirin. It's presumed stolen, but rumors said that it could never chip nor rust and that with a beckon, would return to it's owner's hand. While not entirely powerful in it's own right, combined with the existence of the 'Sword' rune, it made her a difficult opponent.

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War of The Angelic Trio

-Falls over- Wow, I'm impressed with myself! I'm on page two of the role-play finally... don't judge me, I'm busy! =P But this is amazing. I can't wait to get started, but I can this is a role-play born from patience. =3 I have other things to do anyways, hehe. Great writing everyone!!

Edit: And whew, caught up!