Mad Scarlet

Elementals: Void Assault

Aerilyn couldn't help but hear their words from below. She wanted to drown out their hope, attempting to smother it with her own disdain, but there was little she could do. She felt tears form in her eyes when she remembered how innocent and compliant her family had been to a Vygorn family. Her family had served them for generations without thinking twice about it--eating off of their plates and being their watchdogs for years. She hated that. She hated when people gave into others' influence so quickly. If I give in here... if I simply abandon these guys, then I'm not better than the Vygorn that are going to kill them. They're going to need someone who knows Atlanta, especially the "high ground" of the city, if they're going to want to deal a hard blow. She shook her head and blinked away the tears. Just then, she felt something within her stir--hope. Damn...

Just then, she looked up and saw a small black speck in the sky which was turning into a foreboding dusk. What the...? She slowly started to crawl closer to the hole so that she could make a quick escape if it was another of the Void creatures, but it seemed too small to actually do any harm. In fact, as it flew closer still, she realized that it was simply a bird that she had seen in one of the Alens' books on ancient wildlife. Inadvertently, she felt herself reach out to the raptor and felt it land on her forearm, digging its talons into her skin. The red-tail hawk tilted his head to the side and he made a sound between a purr and a gurgle. She felt a smile form on her lips, though it was slight.
"Hello, little one." She spoke in her quiet, but almost musical voice. Suddenly there was a burning sensation within her heart and her soul, but it didn't hurt. It was as if this bird was embedding its presence within her heart, soul, and mind---making it seem as if they were one and the same. A name popped into her head and she nodded her head to the hawk. "A pleasure to meet you, Skyff. I'm Aerilyn, or the Bandit, according to Atlanta's police." The bird met her eyes with its own and she knew that it was to see the master of the haven, to prove to the man that she was also going to stand up and fight, though she was still very unconscious of this decision.

She walked back to the fire, the hawk resting on her shoulder, doing his best not to tear into her flesh, but failing. Blood trickled down her shoulder and soaked into her jacket. Trying not to make eye contact, she spoke to the elderly man, "You said that we were not to go into Atlanta as a group, and I respect that." Then she spoke up a little more and her aura came into full force--like a sudden gust of wind. Her vibrant green eyes gazed at him almost defiantly, but her face was still an emotionless mask. "But I think that we are going to need a meeting point where we can determine where we can do the most damage to the Vygorns. I was once a servant to a family of them, and they are linked to the mayor, who may as well be the root of the problem. I do not wish to put us in peril, but please, I beg of you to let me be a guide."

(( Can the pets talk or is it like a telepathic connection between the two parties? ))

Heart of Tarot

Though it could technically be considered a "mage" guild, there really is no reason why non-mages wouldn't be accepted.

The Awakening

Anwen had nearly slapped Aidyn when she had accepted the challenge that Richard had presented them with, but she had been too terrified to make her move. Oh goodness... She thought as the door had creaked open and revealed what could have been the opening scene to a Scooby-Doo rerun that her old television at home picked up. In a way, she was glad that she could be with her friend, especially since the other girl didn't have much to her in the sense of patience. She was sure that Aidyn would have backed down the moment that she got to the gate, and that would have made their entire group look bad. Then again, she didn't see why they had accepted to stay an entire night in the city's haunted mansion, albeit she didn't sense any powerful spirits within the vicinity. She walked over to one of the couches, the springs poking through the fabric, and managed to find a spot that wouldn't stab her butt nearly as badly. "I told you that there would be a trial today, Aidyn... and that you would have to make the best decision not just for yourself, but for others." She'd read the girl's fortune with her Tarot cards earlier that afternoon, although the girl didn't even listen to a word she said or even paid any attention to anything other than the pretty artwork on each card.

She took out her deck and began to shuffle it, looking hesitantly over at Luke, who she knew was probably still terrified that the cards were demonic in some way or another. She laid out the cards in her own pattern and muttered some words under her breath, all of them in Irish, nothing that the others would even begin to understand. Then she began to flip the cards over, one-by-one, until she could easily view all of the cards and decipher their meaning. Her brow furrowed before she looked up at the others, "Perhaps we should find a bathroom or something? You know, so we don't have to go outside and find our way back in the middle of the night?" After making the suggestion, she looked back at the cards and bit her lip, as if panicking. I have no idea what this means... the Wheel of Fortune is present, as is the Fool, which means that there is a journey that will begin, but the Wheel states that there is going to be a change... and a dramatic one at that with the other cards present...

Hope's Eyes - A Pokemon RP (currently open)

Rune_Alchemist said
Lucine stated, biting into a berry. She was quiet for a moment. She didn't really know where she could take this conversation, since small talk wasn't really her thing. This was probably the longest conversation she had ever had with someone. Most of the time she only talked to someone when she was going to beat them to a pulp. She continued, though she sounded a bit uncomfortable. Somehow, introducing herself made her feel a tad bit more comfortable.

Blink stared at the Raltz for a long moment before she realized that the Psychic Pokemon would probably want an answer. She smiled, this one a true smile, and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lucy." She then extended a paw out to her and tilted her head slightly to the side. "I'm Blink." She could sense the discomfort in the other Pokemon gradually fading. Her aunt had often had her go in to try and talk to bandits and thieves, the petty ones, and most of the time they would give themselves up because of the calm demeanor that she dispelled. She was small and didn't look like much of a threat to them, so if they tried to run, then she knock them out within the 'blink' of an eye. "I was formerly part of my aunt's guild called Burnt Out."

Heart of Tarot

Accepted~! Thank you for joining, by the by. XDD

Elementals: Void Assault

Aerilyn glared at Shida, ignoring the others' words, and didn't bother looking at the girl who glowed. Great, we have a glow worm and a plug-in for our electronics to stand up to the Void. I'm sad to say that we are the worst group of vigilantes to ever make an appearance on this earth... She then pushed some of her auburn hair away from her face before she clenches her hands into fists at her sides. How could they so easily lay down their lives for those that would easily takes theirs? It didn't make any sense to Aerilyn, not even the slightest. Despite the anger and frustration that she felt inside, swirling like a whirlwind, she looked rather meek and emotionless on the outside. Her face was a mask of indifference. Suddenly, she turned away from the fire and started towards the entrance. "This blows." she muttered quietly before she started to climb back to the waste. Maybe I should just take this chance to go away, saying that I'll head out to Atlanta and deal with it myself, when I'll just make a mad dash away from these madmen and their crazy notions of heroism.

Her heart dropped into the pits of her abdomen when she remembered how the world outside of the haven appeared. She didn't want to stay there or do what the old man had said. She may have been chosen as an Elemental, but that didn't mean that she had to follow this path. I served a high class family as a bodyguard and passive servant for my entire life. She thought to herself as she sat down and breathed in the chemically embedded air. I just want to live for myself, now. Yes, it was a selfish thought, but it was what she truly felt. She'd never been able to move or act as she pleased until she'd been framed for the death of the family's child. Taking on the mission that he had assigned would mean almost certain death alongside those goody-two-shoes who believed that there was actually a chance of winning this war. I don't know what to do...

[Reboot]The Witch Hunt

character sheet

Anwen "Raven" Neverhart


Age: Nineteen
Sex: Female

Alignment: Mage
Affiliation: None; yet.
Personality: Anwen is a rather quiet creature, who is often found lurking in the shadows or waiting until the perfect chance to strike. Since she is not a malicious being, many people classically mistake her for a thief or a possible threat if she is nearby. She prefers to stick to herself, for loneliness seems to be the only thing that she has ever known. Despite this flaw in her character, when she smiles, it often is like the sunshine on a rainy day. She is not afraid to put her input in a conversation, but she is rarely the one to start it. She won't fight or become angered unless provoked, giving her quite the "mood swing" when she does get pissed off. She does not feel the need to speak loudly and is often forgotten about, but she is wise in what she says, so it is best to quiet down and listen to her words of advice. She has a strong sense of justice and will take it into her own hands if she feels like someone is being abused or neglected. She has the mind of a wise man and the heart of a vigilante.
Bio: Anwen was born into a rather poor family, both of her parents were unable to use magic, and so when it was discovered that she was able to use it, they decided that it would be best to keep her hidden from the world. They made it seem as if she had died after she was a few years old, oftentimes leaving her on their farm if they had to go into the nearby village for trading purposes. Alas, because she had promised her parents that she would never use her magic--not even to protect them--she was completely unstable. The Arcane that ran through her veins started coming out in bursts and flares whenever she felt any strong emotions. This frightened her parents and when their barn had burnt to the ground-- it drew attention to them. They forced her to repress her emotions, telling her that it would be her downfall if she ever allowed her Arcane to be controlled by her emotions. Slowly, but surely, her bottled up powers came out with such a force that it nearly destroyed her and everything else they held dear. Taking this as a sign that she was no longer able to be protected by them, they sent her out into the world, telling her that there may well be other Mages that may help her train her magical abilities.

She went out into the world when she was young, but after many years of honing her own skills to fit her own needs, she found that she didn't really need a mentor. She allowed the Arcane to do as it will with her spirit, and she became rather powerful despite herself. Now she simply wanders the world, acting as a vigilante. Alas, she has been sighted and noted for the Paladins to find. She has been marked as the "Raven", since her black cloak that covers her from head to toe is her "trademark" of sorts. She could even be considered a type of "Robin Hood" in this time period.

Power Description: Arcane; illusion and very basic magic spells.
Spells:
Hidden Reflection - A spell that allows her to look into any reflective surface and use it to see through another reflective surface. If it's another's eyes, then she can see what they are seeing.
Shadow Blend - The ability to become one with the shadows. She can appear to even be another's shadow if she so chooses.
Glide - An ability that allows her to glide for short distances of time, but does not mean that she is truly "flying".
Fireball - Summons a simple fireball to be thrown at an enemy, or even used as a light source.
Skills:
Reflexes/Speed - Anwen's reflexes are swift and honed to be very elusive--almost catlike.
Climbing - Anwen is a master at climbing swiftly and surely to higher places.
Lying - Anwen is an adept liar, can convince almost anyone of anything.
Fencing - She picked up this ability from a blacksmith whom she'd helped a while back. Taught her the basics, but she had practiced enough that she became a phenominal swordsman.

Equipment: Her long black cloak (hood is pointed downward to give it the "beak" like appearance). Also has a small rapier that she named "Reborn", as she found that her life was given a new meaning when she took on the world.
Other: Meh?

Heart of Tarot

Blargh....

Elementals: Void Assault

BEFORE FINDING THE HAVEN:

Aerilyn was sitting under what may have once been considered a hangar for an airplane, but there was hardly any of it left standing. At least I can hide in here until those giant-ass bird things go away... She thought to herself when she saw several dark figures in the sky, circling like ancient "vultures" may have done. I don't want to wait here for long, though... I'm running out of water and I still can't help but feel like I've got some ways to go. She didn't know what the tugging feeling in her soul was, but it was enough to give her a headache. She took a bottle of painkiller from her backpack and swallowed the pills dry... only to gag and nearly cough them back out again. I wish I'd been able to sneak one of those water filter things that purifies some of this junk into somewhat consumable junk. After she had regained her bearings, she slowly stood up and slunk from the hangar, doing her best to keep a low profile as she made her way in the direction that she felt was right.

Just as soon as she had felt like she had made progress, the bird things in the sky, black as ebony and seemed to be made of fear and pain themselves, swooped down in an attempt to grab her. She gasped and tucked and rolled, making her way through the forest of junk and dirt. Why now? Why me? She thought with a groan as she started running for her miserable life. This had so better be worth coming out here... And just as a set of talons were nearly upon her, the ground beneath her vanished and she fell into darkness.

When she'd woken up, she thought that she was dead. There was a small pool of the cleanest water she had ever seen, and there was something strange beneath her: green and 'leafy'. Grass? She asked as she sat up. That's when she came nearly face-to-face with an older man. She tumbled backwards, ready to strike, but then he had offered her shelter, welcomed her, even. He'd even called her "Elemental".

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PRESENT

Aerilyn glared at Shida as he suggested that they let the world simply die and they live here in peace. "As appealing an idea that may sound," the young woman said as she brushed some of her short auburn hair, "I can't say that I'd want to spend the rest of my days pent up with you or any of you." Normally she wasn't the first to put in her opinion, but this time she felt like she had to say something. It had been the first thing she'd said in the past few weeks, so her voice was hardly audible. She stood up and pointed a finger down at Shida, "And if I have to work with someone like him, then count me out. I'll push him into the Void myself."

Elementals: Void Assault

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