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jay is my name and playing tall pretty women is my game ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

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Currently changing pretty much everything about my character but her name reworking my old character which I'll try to get up soon.

Edit: Finished the adjustments, may edit some things later on.




It's a reboot, init?


Poor Hilda doesn't know what to do, so she will just stand there until someone conveniently comes up and talks to her in typical post-by-post roleplay fashion.
H I L D A

• The Breakfast University of Magic •

Hilda was shocked when she suddenly found herself under a midnight sky. The blue light dissipated, and before her stood the campus of the Breakfast University of Magic. She clenched the strap of the bag that held her spear and sheathed sword, and breathed, in and out. Hilda had never been so far from her family before, and her hesitant walking pace showed that. But in order not to look like a nervous wreck in front of the entire student body, Hilda distracted herself with other thoughts. The parting advice her siblings gave her immediately came to mind, and during most of the wait for the opening ceremony to begin, it was all Hilda was thinking about; Camilla pestered her to study hard, Burkhard told her to make lots of friends, Guntram said to exercise everyday, and Frauke, well.

Frauke said that if anyone dared to start anything with Hilda, she should take her spear and pierce thirteen holes in each of their lungs. Hilda was sure that wasn't allowed.

A cold shiver ran up Hilda's spine as she walked, the school map in her hand to guide her to the right place. Even in that giant fur trim coat and woollen turtleneck sweater of hers, Hilda could still feel the midnight breeze nipping at her exposed fingertips. She quickened her pace (almost falling over another student as a result, in which she gave the person an apologetic wave) in hopes she could at least warm herself up a little. When she arrived a bit earlier than needed, Hilda just quietly waited. What else could she do other than that? Setting her suitcases aside, Hilda stood against a wall and just stayed there. For some reason, Hilda felt the atmosphere around her become very, very awkward.

She took this time to glance around at the other students and the huge buildings that surrounded them. Hilda was really being hurled out of her comfort zone this year. So many faces she didn't know, completely new locations to get used to, she had never experienced such things all at once before. But the unsettling feeling of an unfamiliar environment brought encouragement for discovery and new beginnings. Hilda couldn't deny the the fluttering of excited butterflies in her stomach.

Yet still, the cold bothered her. No one else seemed to be wearing jackets as thick as hers, and Hilda couldn't help but think why. Some of the students that walked past carried coffee flasks in their hands, and one boy that stood a few metres away seemed to be downing a gloriously warm drink to ward of the supposed cold weather. Hilda couldn't help but longingly stare at his cup of coffee, her fingers tangling up impatiently as she continued to wait for the opening ceremony to begin. Oh, what she would do for a cup of hot coffee right now.

RP: Breakfast University of Magic
@Ebil Bunny It's been a while since I've gone for an all around good character without all the snark and sass so I figured I would change it up a bit!


anybody home?
@TheHangedMan So, I made a thing.



• An Old, Burned out Town •


Well, you heard the professor. Looks you'll be stuck with me for quite some time. Don't worry, I'm a decent person, I swear, she told the boy, giving him a quick and reassuring wink. She assumed from the professor's words that this was the one named Madock. Mallory scanned the crowd, hoping this so-called Lester person would turn up soon. And once she saw their team's third member arrive, another devious smile would cross her face.

Oh, it's magic card boy.

Before she could speak again, Mallory was cut off. Professor Brovak's explanation of the practical exam was a long and tiresome one, but this was no test that anyone could fool around in. Mallory would quieten herself for a few minutes and listened with sharp ears, making sure not to miss anything significant.

The equipment that was dropped in front of her was certainly... interesting. But again, it didn't seem like a surprise either. This was still a military school for mages, and this was still a hardcore practical entrance exam. One that required the use of hardcore practical equipment, it seemed. Mallory's face seemed to twist with uncertainty at the sight of a rifle, a revolver and a giant knife at her feet. She'd never used a rifle before, and neither did she have experience with combat knives. The only thing Mallory knew how to operate to some amount of effectiveness was the revolver, since her parents knew their fair share about such things as former students of Mordhaben. But at home, her mother's old rifle was strictly off limits.

The condensers were something Mallory was familiar with. She understood magic to a plausible degree, despite her magical mishaps in the past. She could use them, and hopefully, not all at once. And when she really thought about it, a knife was a knife. If anything bad went down, she could just swing it around in the most practical way she could. Mallory had a decent amount of muscle, she could swing a two-pound combat knife well enough if the situation called for it.

"Any questions?" Professor Brovak finished.

Mallory's hand shot up above the mostly quiet crowd.

Yeah, so, it's all good if we try to kill anyone we come across–

"No? Good."

Mallory frowned. The professor not specifying whether she and other students could get killed or kill each other was becoming more of an annoyance than a worry. Death was a pretty morbid subject to Mallory, but just thinking about getting killed during an entrance exam to a school at the young age of sixteen almost seemed laughable. The thought of killing other students, however... not so much.

• The Outskirts •


The teleportation to the outskirts was so sudden that Mallory almost fell over. In a split second, she found herself in a lot of grass around a lot of hills and trying to regain her balance. Those aggravating hissing noises didn't seem to help at all either. So, Mallory decided to squat down for a minute, eyeing the equipment she had been given before attaching them to the harness she had strapped on before hand. She held the revolver in her right hand, and then the combat knife, feeling their weight and testing her grip. Mallory summarised that if she didn't swing around too much with either of the weapons, her wrists would be fine.

We should probably figure out some sort of strategy before heading into that giant deathtrap of a town, Mallory said as she stood up, tilting her head in the direction of the faraway town buildings. I guess it'll be useful if we all know what we can do first, because if anyone here can summon up barriers or whatever if we get shot at, I think it's best to speak up now.

Taking her earrings off, Mallory continued. It won't take us that long to demonstrate anyway, and it's not like I'm too enthusiastic to throw myself into my own deathbed anytime soon.

She held her right hand out, and proceeded to demonstrate. A large flame twice the size of her head suddenly shot up, and Mallory flinched ever so slightly, which totally wasn't an unintentional reaction on her part. The flame vanished once she had clenched her fist tightly shut. Flashing an innocent smile, Mallory looked towards her teammates.

So, yeah. I can burn things.

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