Mictlan93

Elementals: The Scarred World (Semi-Open)

I'm sure it wouldn't hurt to make a character either way, seeing as the story's barely started.

Elementals: The Scarred World (Semi-Open)

As the few slivers of morning sunshine slipped their way past the blinds of one Hydromancer's living quarters, a pair of intermingled bodies began to stir, one more actively than the other. "MMmmhey, don't you have some thing to do today? That thing with the airship...?" One of the bare bodies groggily queried the other, shaking the other awake. The browner, scarred body groaned and rolled towards the awake one. "Couldn't it wait a few more hours?" He asked in between a yawn. His eyes fluttered awake to the sight of this voluptuous long haired water weaver...whose name he couldn't immediately recall.

"I dunno Joey, you said they approached you personally, right? It's probably important." She replied, sort of underplaying the appearance and relevance of the highly weaponized airship occupying the Academy grounds. Seemed like she knew more about the job than he did. The dusty Earthshaper chuckled, a free finger tracing a nude curve along the girl's body.

"Why do you sound so right?" He sighed. "I'd rather just stay here all day." The girl took a liking to his words, and ran a hand through his curly locks. "Aww, i'll still be here when you get back~" She cooed. He sat up, meeting her at eye level. "Well, when you put it that way..." He leaned, closing in for a long lock. One of his hands began to explore under the covers. She pulled away ever so slowly. "Mmm, don't get too excited, boulder boy. You should get dressed." Joey smiled a thin grin. "You're right, you're right." He rose out of bed, retrieving clothes scattered about the floor. "You should look into some new clothes. I'm friends with one of the tailors, maybe we can get you fitted for a new robe." The Hydromancer suggested as she watched him dress.

"Maybe...i've seen some'a the ones you guys wear...I dunno. They look a little thick for my tastes. Gimme ol' shawl any day." He added, draping the article over his shoulders, clasping it together at the front. "I could use a new shirt though. That's a pretty good idea Allison, i'll keep that in mind." He looked back at her with a smile. She, on the other hand, looked as if he'd just insulted her. Which, he kinda did.

"Who? My name is Alexi, ya kidney stone." She spat. Joey began edging towards the door. "That's what I said, luv. A-Alexi!"

"Get out of my room." She was fairly close to sending a volley of icicles at his face. Horatio kicked up dust as he made his hasty retreat.

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"Where the hell even am I...?" He mumbled as he traversed the many halls of the Academy. Being there only a week hadn't given him much time to really figure out how the place operated. "Shouldn't be too hard to find an exit..." He continued, patting himself down to make sure he had all of his items.

"Gots me dagger, sack, and..." Reaching into a pocket, he quickly brandished a singular gold shilling. "Hmph. The things some people just leave out in the open." He scoffed and grinned as he made the coin dance along his fingers. He remember nicking it from some vagabond roaming through the town he'd been to before reaching the Academy. A weird looking piece unlike any of the local currency. "Wonder how much it'd go for..." As he thought, the sound of general commotion and loud droning engine noises got his attention.

Finding the nearest exit, he could easily spot the airship located all the way across the field. He had to squint at the bright sun, mumbling an incomprehensible string of expletives at the time of day. He was almost beginning to regret committing to this job, though as he neared closer to the ship, and his eyes began to adjust to the blinding rays of light, he could notice the small collection of individuals chatting at the ramp. Some old guy and some fine, determined looked females. "And each one a different flavor. Yum." He let on his most inviting smile as he approached his fellow mages.

"Ladies, gentlemen. Wonderful day, ain't it?" He interjected the conversation with his own cheery greeting.

Elementals: The Scarred World (Semi-Open)

Horatio Dunst

Name: Horatio "Joey" Dunst
Age: 25
Gender: Male

Mastery: Earthshaper
Specialty: Boulder
Rank: Mage

Appearance:

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Dirty and disheveled would be among a possible series of words used to describe the boy. He's about 5'11. Tan skin on a mostly skinny figure. He’s got strong arms and legs, though. Dark brown eyes. An unkempt bush of bouncy, brunette curls sit atop his head. Dirt marks and scars go hand in hand on decorating the boy's body, naturally. A sprinkle of dark freckles are noticeable along the bridge of his nose and cheeks. His crass, cockney accent does well to meld with his street urchin appearance.

Hands and feet are usually covered in wrappings or some sort. He’s almost fiercely against any form of footwear, actually. Feeling the dust and dirt kick up between his toes is a bit securing to him. His clothes could be considered rags; a short, sleeveless white shirt and thin, brown pants covered in dirt and dust. His hooded shawl could be considered the most unique article of his attire, the knee-length brown cape draping over his shoulders and fastening at his neck. A faded, blocky, zig-zagging pattern lies all along the edge of the tattered drape.

Equipment: Usually, if he isn't mindlessly twirling it between his fingers, he has a six inch dagger holstered in his belt. It has a ring near the blade by the hilt, hence all the twirling. Also usually tied along his belt, is a small sack containing the assorted forms of earth he can control. Sand, stone arrowheads, and all sorts of small rocks and pebbles are in this bag.

Demeanor: He's a bit of a shady figure. Can keep up in a conversation, but it would be wise to not trust all his words. He's had to lie, cheat, and steal to get to where he is today, and it's what he knows best. Friends were few and far between for the boy, yet he's managed to get by. But, he's reckless also. Foolishly so. His life experiences have made him careless towards the direction his life goes in. Along with the numerous ways he's been used; he knows of his expendable status, he just doesn't care at this point. If you can manage past those wondrous qualities, he’s quite a blast to be around. Jokes and snarks with the best of them. Unhesitant to flirt with any sort of female.

History: There's been no shortage of orphans inhabiting that island the mages were pushed to so long ago. However, there were the young ones that managed to find the righteous path, to fully embrace their abilities and to fall in line with all the other budding mages at the Academy. Joey never found this path. Not immediately, anyway. His parents, whoever they were, pulled the ol’ “baby in a basket (sans basket)” routine on a human owned monastery not too far from the nearest town, but at least several fortnights away from the nearest Academy. Little Joey was left on the doorstep with nothing more than a soiled diaper with his name hastily scrawled into it. Such an occurrence was a normal routine for the place, so of course he was taken in.

From there he grew up along the monks and nuns and the other assorted ragamuffins of that monastery. He was quite the quick handed troublemaker out of the kids in his age group, a mischievous little runt that was always ready to plan or play the next prank on one of his unsuspecting elders. No doubt he was the all time best at hide and seek. They were quick to give him his forty lashings whenever they found him, too. Despite this, he was always willing to lend a hand, that is, if he were getting something out of the task.

At some point in his seventeenth year, he overheard news of a public execution being held in town. It was two criminals; a mage couple. Now, he’s heard many stories and comments about mages up to this point. And none of them were good ones. They’ve been called demons, savages, heathens and false prophets. How they could manipulate flame with just a flick of the wrist, snatch the light right out of the sky, and how the earth would tremble at their will. Most of the religious folk thought that they all deserve nothing shorter than burning in hell. The news of the execution practically resulted in joyous celebration among the nuns and monks of the monastery. Naturally, Joey had to go into town to check it out, he wanted to see what these so-called demons looked like!

You could imagine his disappointment when he actually set eyes on the criminals once he reached the town square. They weren’t nearly as monstrous as he was thinking. Nope, instead they looked like old, tired folk, with faces and bodies covered in bruises and cuts. Lame. He looked on, disinterested. The announcement of their crimes went mostly unheard, but it was something the executioner said that really got Joey’s attention. He announced their names: Mikaela and Rohaan Dunst. “...Dunst?” Joey scoffed. It was an interesting coincidence, that he’d have the same last name as these two. As the two dropped from the gallows, and hung for all the town to see, Joey made his way back to the monastery, not giving much thought to that strange coincidence.

...That is, until he started making little rocks float by his fingertips one day. He couldn’t even tell how he was making it happen or why, but he knew he should knock it off before someone noticed and amassed a angry mob. He did pretty well at keeping it under wraps, and even felt he could suppress his newfound abilities. But, he was eighteen pushing nineteen by this point, and felt it was time to move away from the monastery. Though from there, he was so fast to fall in with the wrong crowds. Gangs, thieves, rogues, and other presumably violent ne’er-do-wells. He would do well to use his fists to find his way out of a scrap, rather than his abilities.

He would skip from town to town, ever so slowly heading in the direction of the Academy. He would swipe small trinkets and currencies from oblivious tourists and unsuspecting lodgers. If he weren’t sleeping outside in the dirt, it would be in the warm bed of a maiden he’d manage to sweet talk. If he'd get lucky, some odd job would fall into his lap during his travels, maybe help move things off a freighter, or play as an extra hand in a shakedown. The more he stole from the humans, the more he began to loathe their ways. The lot of them were selfish, ignorant, and oh so dumb. He realized the hate against mages seemed mostly for no reason, and it angered him a bit.

He managed to reach the Academy just a few weeks after celebrating his twenty-fifth birthday. He was surprised at how gracefully they let him in, that is, once he showed what little of his abilities he possessed. That was understandable. Living alongside the humans for so long, he could understand why it would be so hard to trust any of them. Yet, he would wonder if anyone would trust him.

Elementals: The Scarred World (Semi-Open)

@Mictlan93
Just be aware that you won't be shooting at people with those stone arrowheads and the like. Just cause you have power over the element does not make you a gun!

@UnusualStranger

That's fair. New story, new rules. Though, would he at least be able to get to the point that he could do that?

Elementals: The Scarred World (Semi-Open)

Well, this one might've slipped away from me.
...the character sheet, I mean, not the RP.

Horatio Dunst

Name: Horatio "Joey" Dunst
Age: 25
Gender: Male

Mastery: Earthshaper
Specialty: Boulder
Rank: Mage

Appearance: Dirty and disheveled would be among a possible series of words used to describe the boy. He's about 5'11. Tan skin on a mostly skinny figure. He’s got strong arms and legs, though. Dark brown eyes. An unkempt bush of bouncy, brunette curls sit atop his head. Dirt marks and scars go hand in hand on decorating the boy's body, naturally. A sprinkle of dark freckles are noticeable along the bridge of his nose and cheeks. His crass, cockney accent does well to meld with his street urchin appearance.

Hands and feet are usually covered in wrappings or some sort. He’s almost fiercely against any form of footwear, actually. Feeling the dust and dirt kick up between his toes is a bit securing to him. His clothes could be considered rags; a short, sleeveless white shirt and thin, brown pants covered in dirt and dust. His hooded shawl could be considered the most unique article of his attire, the knee-length brown cape draping over his shoulders and fastening at his neck. A faded, blocky, zig-zagging pattern lies all along the edge of the tattered drape.

Equipment: Usually, if he isn't mindlessly twirling it between his fingers, he has a six inch dagger holstered in his belt. It has a ring near the blade by the hilt, hence all the twirling. Also usually tied along his belt, is a small sack containing the assorted forms of earth he can control. Sand, stone arrowheads, and all sorts of small rocks and pebbles are in this bag.

Demeanor: He's a bit of a shady figure. Can keep up in a conversation, but it would be wise to not trust all his words. He's had to lie, cheat, and steal to get to where he is today, and it's what he knows best. Friends were few and far between for the boy, yet he's managed to get by. But, he's reckless also. Foolishly so. His life experiences have made him careless towards the direction his life goes in. Along with the numerous ways he's been used; he knows of his expendable status, he just doesn't care at this point. If you can manage past those wondrous qualities, he’s quite a blast to be around. Jokes and snarks with the best of them. Unhesitant to flirt with any sort of female.

History: There's been no shortage of orphans inhabiting that island the mages were pushed to so long ago. However, there were the young ones that managed to find the righteous path, to fully embrace their abilities and to fall in line with all the other budding mages at the Academy. Joey never found this path. Not immediately, anyway. His parents, whoever they were, pulled the ol’ “baby in a basket (sans basket)” routine on a human owned monastery not too far from the nearest town, but at least several fortnights away from the nearest Academy. Little Joey was left on the doorstep with nothing more than a soiled diaper with his name hastily scrawled into it. Such an occurrence was a normal routine for the place, so of course he was taken in.

From there he grew up along the monks and nuns and the other assorted ragamuffins of that monastery. He was quite the quick handed troublemaker out of the kids in his age group, a mischievous little runt that was always ready to plan or play the next prank on one of his unsuspecting elders. No doubt he was the all time best at hide and seek. They were quick to give him his forty lashings whenever they found him, too. Despite this, he was always willing to lend a hand, that is, if he were getting something out of the task.

At some point in his seventeenth year, he overheard news of a public execution being held in town. It was two criminals; a mage couple. Now, he’s heard many stories and comments about mages up to this point. And none of them were good ones. They’ve been called demons, savages, heathens and false prophets. How they could manipulate flame with just a flick of the wrist, snatch the light right out of the sky, and how the earth would tremble at their will. Most of the religious folk thought that they all deserve nothing shorter than burning in hell. The news of the execution practically resulted in joyous celebration among the nuns and monks of the monastery. Naturally, Joey had to go into town to check it out, he wanted to see what these so-called demons looked like!

You could imagine his disappointment when he actually set eyes on the criminals once he reached the town square. They weren’t nearly as monstrous as he was thinking. Nope, instead they looked like old, tired folk, with faces and bodies covered in bruises and cuts. Lame. He looked on, disinterested. The announcement of their crimes went mostly unheard, but it was something the executioner said that really got Joey’s attention. He announced their names: Mikaela and Rohaan Dunst. “...Dunst?” Joey scoffed. It was an interesting coincidence, that he’d have the same last name as these two. As the two dropped from the gallows, and hung for all the town to see, Joey made his way back to the monastery, not giving much thought to that strange coincidence.

...That is, until he started making little rocks float by his fingertips one day. He couldn’t even tell how he was making it happen or why, but he knew he should knock it off before someone noticed and amassed a angry mob. He did pretty well at keeping it under wraps, and even felt he could suppress his newfound abilities. But, he was eighteen pushing nineteen by this point, and felt it was time to move away from the monastery. Though from there, he was so fast to fall in with the wrong crowds. Gangs, thieves, rogues, and other presumably violent ne’er-do-wells. He would do well to use his fists to find his way out of a scrap, rather than his abilities.

He would skip from town to town, ever so slowly heading in the direction of the Academy. He would swipe small trinkets and currencies from oblivious tourists and unsuspecting lodgers. If he weren’t sleeping outside in the dirt, it would be in the warm bed of a maiden he’d manage to sweet talk. If he'd get lucky, some odd job would fall into his lap during his travels, maybe help move things off a freighter, or play as an extra hand in a shakedown. The more he stole from the humans, the more he began to loathe their ways. The lot of them were selfish, ignorant, and oh so dumb. He realized the hate against mages seemed mostly for no reason, and it angered him a bit.

He managed to reach the Academy just a few weeks after turning twenty-fifth birthday. He was surprised at how gracefully they let him in, that is, once he showed little of his abilities he possessed. That was understandable. Living alongside the humans for so long, he could understand why it would be so hard to trust any of them. Yet, he would wonder if anyone would trust him.

Elementals: The Scarred World

Second generic comment indicating more interest!
(And by "soon" I mean "whenever I get the time to find and revamp my old sheet")

Elementals: The Scarred World

I'll get something up soon!

The Road To Indigo (Pokemon RP: Chapter 1: Intros and Out We Goes!) (Open for Applications!)

Charlie's expression twisted into a bit of a grimace as Adrian gave a brief rundown of what to expect out of the region's first gym leader. "Pretty much anything that isn't a Normal, Fire, or Flying-type will thrash his team." "Really...?" The bushy haired trainer pouted.

"So pretty much the only Pokémon I have won't be enough against the first gym leader. Good to know." He replied in disappointment. Quinn didn't take the news any better, and began to whimper some into Charlie's ponytail. He brought the mouse into his arms to comfort her. "Shhshhshh my child, don't listen to his harmful words." He cooed and petted her in a overly dramatic fashion, the way a socialite tends to their toy Froufrou. There was no real hostility in the boy's words or actions, he always enjoyed playing up a situation with exaggerations and playful reactions.

"So basically i'll have to catch something else in order to have an advantage in the rock gym. Hopefully we'll run into some good encounters on the way to Pewter city." He added, making sure to keep up with the Kanto native.

The Road To Indigo (Pokemon RP: Chapter 1: Intros and Out We Goes!) (Open for Applications!)

"Pff-ff-ff-ftpscccrnk!" Were among the unusual noises escaping Charlie's person. Upon witnessing the outburst of a world renowned league champion via the antics of a Pokemon professor with terminal onset poo-brain, the bushy haired trainer had to put a hand over his mouth and reel away from the others to stifle back his hysterics. He was failing, noticeably, and had to relocate Quinn to the top of his head to free up his hands. Said hands were used to cover his mouth, a much more physical alternative to block back laughter. Tears began running down his face by time Adrian and the latecomer departed. He figured that was as good a time as ever to take his own leave, before Gary turned his white hot glare towards him.

Charlie quickly began towards the entrance. "Yeahpfft I got the gist thanksforthepokedexthough" He quickly added before scurrying out. Once he was clear away from the lab his laughter was released in a series of heavy breaths and squeaky guttural warbling that left him mostly silent, but his mouth agape. When his fit ended and he could stand up straight again, he let out a big breathy sigh. "Whoo...oh Arceus, never thought i'd see that in person!" With his composure fully regained, he joined the other two trainers, one warning the other about the consequences of enraging a high profile gym leader.

"Didja ever see the one that went viral?" Charlie interjected. "It was a TV interview where Professor Oak did it live! They had to cut the interview short after Gary practically tossed his chair at the camera and attacked the interviewer!" The thought of seeing the video made him chuckle again. "Ohhh shit..." He let out another satisfied sigh. "Thank you for that, late guy, it was a real treat seeing that in real life!"

Adrian moved to introduce himself and his Pokemon. Charlie only felt it natural to do the same. "And i'm Charlie Delacroix. And the cute little ball of shyness on my head is Quinn." She barely reacted to hearing her name, and wondered why he kept giving it out to strangers.

The Road To Indigo (Pokemon RP: Chapter 1: Intros and Out We Goes!) (Open for Applications!)

As Charlie overheard Danny's pokédex describing the young trainer's Litwick, he couldn't help but perk up at the excitement of the technology. "Whoa, they talk to us too?!" He pulled his own dex back out to confirm the feature. As it took a brief scan of Quinn, the screen came alive with light and sound and pictures. "Cyndaquil, the Fire Mouse Pokémon." The pokédex spoke in a metallic, yet feminine voice. "Cyndaquil has a timid nature. If it is startled, the flames on its back burn more vigorously."

Pokedex Entry: Cyndaquil

#155: Cyndaquil ♀
Fire Mouse Pokémon

Height: 1'08"
Weight: 17.4 lbs.
Ability: Blaze (Powers up Fire-type moves when the Pokémon is in trouble.)
Moves: Tackle, Leer
Level 5
Cyndaquil has a timid nature. If it is startled, the flames on its back burn more vigorously.

The bushy haired trainer chuckled goofily at the real time developments the pokedex presented to him. "Whaaaaaat? That is awesome!" He replied, easily impressed by the cutting edge electronics.