Potter

Reversed

bump! this is open and accepting characters still! :)

Avalia

Tigerlily Oceanheart

Time:Last night → 9am
Location: Port Vanarosa
Equipment:

Equipment

-Outfit Bought from Sailor’s Emporium
-Sword, strapped to her belt, enchanted with return enchantment
-Daggers tied her to pants and in her boots, sheathed
-Location sender
-Timeteller
-Eye protectors & dark sight glasses

Last night's events were something Tigerlily was trying to forget. The Twin headed bitches had slayed three royals, and the Light elf general. Watching as Helio’s brother had his neck slit had crushed her inside. The family had been through so much.. And now Helio had lost his brother. Tears had welled up in her eyes as she growled under her breath, scaring off the nearby male elves trying to woo her. She crushed herself and the damned, cruel world they lived in. She knew she had to help but how? She was too busy evading her own damned fate and then… Guilt settled in and threatened to overwhelm her. Tigerlily slammed her hand against a palm tree on the beach and tore off toward her residence.

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Next Day, morning

Tigerlily sat on the beach with her legs crossed and her hands out beside her. The warm sea salt air brushed across her skin. She shut her eyes, enjoying the ambiance. The water lapped at her toes and taunted her about her possible transformation. Fortunately, she wasn't deep enough to transform into her tail. She cracked one eye open as a seagull cawed high above, searching for food. She shut her eyes again and breathed in deeply. Warm sea salt air hit her nostrils. If someone would have told her nine years ago she’d be on a beach in Port Vanarosa, she would have laughed at them and called them a liar. To think of where she’d gone from, to now. She bit her lip and finally reopened her eyes.

He finally had met his demise with her sword. Glancing down, she noticed it was strapped to her belt still. If she lost this sword, she’d be devastated. It was the token she prized the most out of all her supplies. Lily sighed and began to relish the moment until the seagulls cried so hysterically, she was forced out of her reverie. These damn birds, she thought and watched as a few Light elf children began feeding them.

With an eye roll, she stood up and dusted off her outfit. She was wearing an outfit from Port Vanarosa’s shop and rather enjoyed it. It was different from her usual outfits. The hat, with its feather, was something she couldn’t help but play with and giggle. She looked so unlike herself and it was key. But her hair? That had to change, it stood out too much. Tigerlily was aware of her parents searching desperately for her. She bit her lip and felt her hands tremble and balled them into fists to make them stop. I’ll be damned if I go back…. Tigerlily scanned the beach, then stood up. Her hair flew into her face and she inhaled sharply, momentarily surprised. She had recently dyed it blue. It was so different from her usual dark brown… She sighed and shook her head as she pulled it into a braid.

Then, feeling her stomach growl, Tigerlily began making her way toward Yolichi's Restaurant hoping for some fish on the menu. She could kill for some genuine seafood. The idea caused her to smile, something rare for the siren.

purchases

-Outfit, 80 amas
-Hair Color Changer 500 amas

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Rosaria

Time: 9am
Location: Castle Hall of Sun Elf Kingdom
Interactions:@Tae Raven @baraquiel Jomari @Alivefalling Caelan @Th3King0fChaos Ismael @Kazemitsu Kharne
@13org Nuallán @princess Sophie and Annya @Potter Saoirse
Equipment:

Equipment

Outfit
Unbreakable and returning enchantments on her swords
Bow and quiver filled with arrows
Dark sight glasses
Cleansers/hygiene
Rings (10), with enchantment for disguise
Potions (if anyones injured),
Palm warmers (so if anyone gets cold),
Location senders (2), one connected to Annya as well as her parents
Rope
Flask
Backpack
Portable bed
Hygiene supplies
Tent

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Rosaria felt relieved when one of the humans shook her hand and introduced himself. She smiled at him, grateful for his reaction. ”It’s quite nice to meet you, Ismael. Thank you for your cooperation. I’m so sorry you were probably disturbed in your private quarters. ” She told him kindly, her voice like honey.

Her eyes searched the room until she found Nuallán. Her expression softened, ”My dear Nuallán, would you mind fetching this young man a set of clothes? Actually, I believe Annya prepared ahead of time and set aside some clothing on a rack for them. It should be right outside this room in the hall. Could you wheel it in here?” She glanced towards the girl who had head in her book for the last few minutes, ”That girl also needs a pair of shoes. Small ones.” She glanced toward a nearby servant and she gently ushered them over with her finger. ”My dear, what is your name? Have you heard any of us talking?” She glanced at her book and took a few steps over to her. ”My my, your… art looks lovely. You do this yourself, right? It looks great, my dear. Do you mind joining the rest of us?” Then, she glanced over her shoulder at the other servants. ”Bring out the refreshment cart for them please.”

Annya took the time to elaborate further on what was going on, but everyone seemed terribly confused still. One human took it worse than the others and started shouting. She glanced at him in alarm as the elven guards all became alert as well. ”I apologize for the confusion, but we are not what you call ‘Spanish bastards.’ This is an entire different realm than yours. Also you are safe here; I won’t hurt you. ” With a sigh, she gently conjured a small ball of light in her palm, keeping her body language relaxed. ”I understand magic is a foreign concept to you in your land, but look here as I prove to you its existence. Take a moment to calm down.”

An elf wheeled a cart out, but seemed to be afraid of getting too close because of the shouting man with the dagger. She turned to the humans.

”Please everyone take a moment to relax, take things in, and have some food. When you are ready, three of you will come with me and three of you will go with my sister, Princess Annya here. My butler will also be accompanying me and the dragonborn, Kharne, will be accompanying Annya.” Despite Annya’s confidence, she had hired a mercenary to make sure Annya had protection and aid as well. They were high value targets.

During the silence, one of the humans spoke up, asking, ”How do we use these so-called powers? Cause I want to be called a hero, also the name is Caelan Knight, is that heroic enough?”

Rosaria glanced at his direction and stated, ”I will teach you as soon as I can. Just try to relax and enjoy some food for now.” A smile pulled at her lips and she added, ”That is undoubtedly an extraordinarily heroic name. On that subject, I need the rest of your names as well.” While she waited, she began to pull her hair into a low ponytail and faced the humans.

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Saoirse

Time: 9am
Location: Castle Hall of Sun Elf Kingdom
Interactions:@Tae Raven @baraquiel Jomari @Alivefalling Caelan @Th3King0fChaos Ismael
@13org Nuallán @princess Sophie and Annya @Potter Saoirse
Equipment:

Equipment

Black long sleeve shirt, leggings, black combat boots, and red leather jacket with hood
Backpack filled with a wad of cash
Knives - multiple
Lighter and some matches
Mask to cover her face
Brass knuckles

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Saoirse finally began taking in her surroundings and the chaotic scene before her. Her attention turned to the brown haired-green eyed gal, apparently named “Princess Annya”. What the hell was this and where was she? What was this bitch talking about? As she listened, she began to guffaw at the end of the women's majestic speech. Heroes? Was she serious? She doubled over laughing, unable to help herself. She noticed the woman’s armor though, and knew this would be a difficult opponent to deal with. She glanced around the scenario and then back to the woman.

They were summoned here, to this random dimension, to help them with whatever war they were involved in. It was this or being back in Chicago and going to jail. Still, the idea of being a hero, instead of herself, felt foreign and unfamiliar and she was not comfortable with it. Yet, she needed their help and their knowledge. So she remained silent and narrowed her eyes. Shae hated to admit it,but these bastard elves had saved her life; but why her? Didn’t life know she was a criminal, a delinquent, street rat, and better off dead?

Her gaze moved over to Raven to assess her reaction. She remained silent, not replying more. Shouting caused her to move her hand to her pocket as she grabbed a knife. Mentally, she cursed herself for not having her gun on her. This man, clearly out of his fucking mind, was shouting about them beign Spanish bastards. Eyebrows raised. She remained stoic and tried not to laugh at him either. Ws she tripping? Had she been gassed? This was the craziest shit she’d ever been in. Subconsciously, she moved to Raven’s side and slowly let her hand move off the knife. The other elf, Rosaria, was now talking to the man and trying to calm him down. Saoirse took the moment to whisper to Raven, ”Raven, are we tripping?” Her voice was soft, as to only allow her ex-friend to hear. ”I’m not high on LSD am I?” She giggled at the thought, but glanced at her quickly. ”No, girl, I haven’t done LSD, don’t look at me like that,”

Shae folded her arms and continued taking in everything and rubbed her temples. This was unbelievable. A cart was wheeled out with food on it and Shae turned to it. Her eyes widened at the sight of all the food, and her stomach instantly began to growl. She had never seen so much food before. She moved towards it as if she were in a daydream. There were her normal foods he recognized, then unfamiliar shit she was going to stay away from. She looked unable to help herself with wide eyes. Saoirse bit her lip and then began to scarf down the familiar looking food. Hell, if it was poisoned, at least she wouldn’t die starving, which was always how she thought she might end up; if she wasn’t murdered first. She remembered Declan had given her protein shakes to bulk up and felt a twinge in her heart. Her gang… Were they alive? Was he alive? Would she ever see them again? This princess bitch said so, but she didn’t trust her word or anyone else’s.

Aware of a few eyes on her, Saoirse quickly began to slow down. Once she finished eating, she moved away and offered some to Raven. ”Try this. It isn’t bad.” She offered but otherwise didn’t make any attempt to speak to the others or move to help. Shae watched as clothes were brought in and bit her lip. What was next? Where would they be going? Would she be separated from Raven? Hell, who cared? Saoirse sighed heavily and rubbed her temples.

Reversed

For your consideration.

Freya

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B A S I C S
_{N A M E}
Freya

_{N I C K N A M E (S)}
Frey, Patch

_{A G E}
21

_{G E N D E R}
Female

_{S E X U A L I T Y}
Not interested

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A P P E A R A N C E
_{N I C K N A M E (S)}
5'6"
_{W E I G H T}
127 Pounds
_{E Y E C O L O R}
Brown
_{H A I R C O L O R , L E N G T H , & T E X T U R E}
Brown, short, thick and straight

_{S K I N D E T A I L S}
Smooth and pale but tarnished with a constant blush of the outdoors

_{C L O T H I N G}

A bulky dark gray jacket dusted by wear and tear. It covers her body like a cloak and has saved her from a knife fight more than once or twice. It was given to her by her uncle. In fact, it was his until the day he died. It has heavy cuffs and sturdy pockets for tough play. She has never had to replace a button it, and more than likely, it will outlive her, like it did its previous owner.

Beneath her jacket is a neutral colored shirt. It blends into the earth and does not cling to her body, like the rest of her clothes. Often, she is mistaken for a man or a teenage boy, as she does not allow her femininity to shine, as she sees it as a severe weakness.

Freya usually wears a pair of dark trousers. The knees are roughed and patched and the material is heavy duty. They have various forms of pockets, with useful gadgets and weaponry inside of them. A belt holds them together amongst other things like her favorite knife. Slung around her torso is her chest holster. It carries her handy-dandy mighty gun. She never goes anywhere without it. It's saved her more times than she can remember, and Freya has a long, sharp memory, which has made her quick knife particularly jealous.

Her boots are clunky, but they are ready to endure any terrain and keep her feet and lower calves from getting hurt. It takes extra muscle to maneuver in them, but the outcome is far more pristine. Inside her right boot, she carries a dagger for convenience sake.

Last but not least, Freya has an eyepatch over her left eye. She lost her eye in an explosion when she was only three years of age. The incident earned her the endearing nickname of "Patch." Due to the lifelong tragedy, she has little to no recollection of what it was like to use two eyes and has adjusted accordingly. Her remaining eye is like that of a hawk, to many other's surprising dismay. (And, if need be, she could make a bullseye with her eyes closed.)

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P E R S O N A L I T Y

Kill or be killed. Always shoot first. Never aim a gun at anything not intended to be destroyed. To be blunt, Freya is serious and stoic. Although, she has a sense of humor, it is not for the faint of heart. Paint it black and keep it as macabre as real life is. Freya prefers not to sugar coat her words in a world with no remorse. There is little room for mistake, and she has scars to prove it.

Underneath her thick skin, there are a few tokens of trust. She invests them sparingly. In the meantime, Freya keeps a sharp eye on her surroundings. Any loss is a waste of life, and she would prefer to keep her neck alive, which means if she is going out on a limb for anyone, they more than earned her loyalty. They earned her life, which is the most important asset she owns. Without it, she is nothing.

Freya likes to believe she is not a fearful animal, but if she was to be honest with herself, she would have to say her fear of death drives her wit. It pushes her past her limits. It’s her reason for appreciating life. In a world ruled by darkness, there is no falling into despair or regret. If the opposite of death is life, then by all means, Freya wants whatever it is that she has to endure to be alive.

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B A C K G R O U N D

_{C U R R E N T C O M P A N I O N S}
N/A
_{C U R R E N T L O C A T I O N}
The Echo Desert

_{H I S T O R Y}

Born only a few years before the disaster, Freya has few memories of what it was like to live in a world not subject to the chaos. This means she has few memories of her parents, as they ended up perishing during the reversal, and she found herself being raised by her mother's younger brother. He was a tough man who had trained in the military as a General, with secret access. He taught her what he knew in order to keep both of them alive. Alongside her uncle were other former military personnel who grouped together to make their own township. Freya sees most of them as family and has become closer to them since her uncle's death several years ago.

Currently, Freya resides on the outskirts of society, making continual contact with several trusted allies. Most of them are people who knew her uncle. However, she has managed to create her own personal network. She hunts game and men alike, looking out for her own skin rather than anyone else's. The more the merrier never settled well with her. Even those she refers to as family, she keeps an arm's distance, hardwired for survival rather than cohabitating with anyone else. However, recently, she has seen a need to change. Living alone has its perks, but there is a reason her uncle remained loyal to a group of people and did not settle on his own. Slowly Freya is realizing she needs to make the same choice.

_{S K I L L S}
Systema, gunmanship, knifeplay, bribery, resolute

_{O T H E R}

Freya has a small charm that belonged to her mother. It's a tainted, heart-shaped locket with a scuffed picture of her grandparents. This is her totem.

@chrysocoma

Awesome CS! She can go in the character tab. Her nickname is great :).

Avalia

Saoirse & Raven

Time: 11pm Earth to 9am Avalia
Location: Chicago, Illinois > Castle Hall of Sun Elf Kingdom
Interactions: @baraquiel Jomari @Alivefalling Caelan @Th3King0fChaos Ismael @13org Nuallán @princess Sophie and Annya @Potter Rosaria

Theme for Saoirse’s heist

The night was calm and still; cars raced to and from to their destinations and animals scuttled about in the woods. Fireflies light up the darkness, illuminating the plants and trees nearby. Streetlights showed the city, filled with rats and people hurrying home. The moonlight reflected off of puddles in the street. Alarms and gunshots pierced the night air, causing people to scream and duck into nearby shops. Sirens followed closely behind, as did muffled yelling. Footsteps sounded as a hooded figure in red jumped from roof to roof, giggling manically. Behind her, others jumped too, and then split up as they went separate ways to confuse the policemen down below.

A bus came rolling to a stop as a girl with white hair stepped off, ready to head home after a wonderful day at a Con. She’d agreed to go with her friends dressed as a cute neko girl and so she was getting strange looks due to the cat ears attached to her head. She was also dressed in a cute little maids outfit as that was the theme they’d decided to go with. She’d taken her heels off and was now walking barefoot. Some made comments about that being unsanitary, but she ignored them. Now she was walking alone down the street, ready for the half hour walk home. She heard the sirens, but didn’t think much of them as this was commonplace in this city.

”This way!” Saoirse ran to the foot of the roof, then hopped off of it and summersaulted onto the next building. Her voice was soft, but her Irish accent cut through nonetheless, and she hastily tried to quiet it down. One of the trademarks of her identity was her accent. She cast a glance at the policemen who were confusedly trying to follow. She blew the cops a kiss as she evaded them once more. Behind her were Deidra and James. Declan and Gaia led the other two groups. The group flew over rooftops silently, though some conversation was shouted to direct one another. Gunshots rang out as the cops below ordered each other, though she couldn’t hear what they were saying. Saoirse guessed it was to shoot them all, and to be taken dead or alive. All was well; the sirens, the alarms, and the bag of money in her black backpack. Her heart felt as if it might jump out of her chest and she loved it. She wore black leggings with a black long sleeved shirt, black gloves, red leather jacket with hood, and leather combat boots. Her hair was in a tight ponytail.

Saoirse giggled, then let out a gasp. A piercing scream jolted her and caused her to stumble, temporarily causing her to lose her hood. She halted and spun around to find Deidra laying on the ground with a gunshot wound to her leg. Color drained from her face as the duo halted, but Dee waved them off. ”Dee!”

”I’ll be fine, Red. Go!” Shae scowled, but then continued to run with James right behind her.

It was gunshots that caught Raven’s attention and she jumped as she glanced around, concerned for her own safety and the safety of others. It was the scream that caused her to stop, her heart pounding in her chest. That scream was close, real close. She gulped as she continued onwards, picking up her pace as she rounded the next corner.

Unexpected footsteps behind her caused her to inhale sharply. Some of the policemen had climbed nearby fire escapes to catch them on the roof. Two rooftops away, Deidra was resisting and cursing at the tops surrounding her. From the east and west of her, screams and shouts pierced through the night, joined by more gunshots and cursing. A helicopter had joined the fray, eager to catch the criminals. Below, she heard dogs barking and knew the K9s had entered the game. Those furry little bastards had taken a chunk out of her ankle once and she swore she’d never forget it. Shit! Now what? Saoirse looked around and skidded to a halt. There was an alleyway nearby.

At the same time, James stopped as he stared at her. ”Go, Red. I’ll distract them for you.”” She stared at him as her heart lurched once more. She opened her mouth to protest but he waved her off. Saoirse scowled; knowing if they caught her it’d be worse. Saoirse pulled her hood back up and distantly heard her name. A slight smirk crossed her face and then she ran to the right and into a nearby alleyway. She hadn’t seen the cat figure below and ended up knocking them to the ground. She cursed as she stared at the figure who’d broken her fall and rolled away. As she climbed to her feet to run away, she noticed the face. Saoirse stood up, backed away, and then scowled. What the hell was she doing here?

”Raven, what the fuck are you doing here?” She quickly tightened her ponytail and glowered. Of all fucking places, Raven was here? The little shit was going to get incriminated if she was caught. Saoirse glared with the strength of a thousand suns. She didn’t have time for this. Her gang was in the midst of all getting caught or injured and brought into the slammer.

Raven hadn’t been expecting someone to land on her from above and was very confused for a hot second. She heard a familiar Irish accent as she pulled herself off the ground and glanced at the figure. She simply blinked at Saoirse for a moment, but then shook her head. ”What do you mean what the fuck am I doing here? I’m walking home! What the fuck are you doing jumping off a ROOF?!” She asked, irritation laced in her words as she crossed her arms over her chest. She looked the woman over, taking note of what she was wearing, the suspicious bag, the sirens and gunshots, and slowly Raven felt nervous. ”Saorise, what’s going on?”

Saoirse groaned with frustration. ”You know this side of town isn’t safe, Raven.” She scowled and then paused. Voices rang out, and her heart lurched once more, recognizing Declan’s. Saoirse sighed and didn’t move to go check. Raven’s nervousness became apparent, and Shae began to curse. It was likely they’d let Raven off, seeing as the girl was dressed as a fucking cat; however…

”Well I’m sorry this is the only part of town that had a place I could afford to rent.” Raven seethed at the woman, but it was clear she wasn’t entirely paying attention at the moment.

”Never mind, I don’t care. Run.” She shoved the girl forward and down the alleyway, hoping she had the sense to follow. ”Let’s go!” The sound of barking was coming closer. Saoirse scowled and moved down the next alleyway, only to find a dead end. ”Fuck!” It was too high for her to scale, and Raven would be quite worthless to even attempt it. Saoirse scowled as she turned to her, ready to begin preparing a quick escape essay for her when a burst of light blinded her. Her throat began to feel tight as she began breathing unsteadily. ”Oi! What the hell - “ She covered her eyes and stared at the light. It wasn’t coming from behind her, as she initially thought; instead, it was against the wall. It was a light portal…?

”Raven, are you seeing this, or am I stoned out of my mind?” The sound of the dogs and cops was looming closer, and they didn’t have long before they were both caught and detained. She scowled. ”You coming in with me or not, girl? It’s this, or cops, and I am not leaving my fate up to those bastards. I’m going.”

Everything was happening quite quickly and Raven was trying to process things. What was this light portal? How did she get mixed up in all this? Did life hate her this much? ”You are literally the WORST!” She shouted at Saoirse before shoving the girl through the portal and following right behind her, not about to be blamed for whatever the woman did.

Saoirse went to snap back a response, but was shoved through the portal. She scowled as she stumbled through it and into a hall. She stared at the ground, expecting it to be a jail. Realization dawned on her that it wasn’t a jail, nor did it even look remotely like earth. The architecture was grand and looked royal. There were tall, humanoid creatures nearby with pointy, sharp ears. She heard a woman’s voice, followed by another, but their words didn’t make sense. What the hell was going on and where were they? What the fuck were these... creatures? Raven’s voice filled her mind as she registered it and scowled in reply.

Raven, in turn, stumbled as she fell through the portal and as she emerged on the other side moments after Saoirse she fell right into her before landing face first on the ground. ”Oh good, now my hands and knees are double scuffed up. Thanks for that.” She shot at Saoirse as she got back up to her feet. She finally glanced around, freezing as she saw...elves? Were they in Middle Earth? No, that elf just said Avalia? What in the world was happening?

Saoirse grunted when Raven fell on top of her and scowled. She rolled her eyes at her comment. ”Your hands and knees scoffed up? Try your ankle chewed out by the dogs, girl, and then come talk to me about pain, or a bullet wound to your abdomen. You’re welcome for the softer landing.”

As she stood up, the women's voices filled her head again. ”Oh you’re SO hardcore.” Raven mumbled back.

Where the hell had they landed? She pinched herself, but the scenery hadn’t changed. Avalia, different dimensions and… what? The chance to be a hero? Saoirse quickly guffawed, a quick change from her scowl. She glanced at Raven and took a half step towards the girl. Saoirse’s scowl returned as she narrowed her eyes. What the hell was going on?

Avalia

Rosaria

Time: 9am
Location: Castle Hall of Sun Elf Kingdom
Interactions:@Tae Raven @baraquiel Jomari @Alivefalling Caelan @Th3King0fChaos Ismael
@13org Nuallán @princess Sophie and Annya @Potter Saoirse

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Princess Rosaria stared at the castle hall with intensity. The prior night filled her mind’s eye. If she’d been a basilisk, she might have turned someone to stone. The innocent lives that had been ruthlessly taken had her clenching her fists. Despair must have filled those families, who were looking up to them specifically to help avenge their deaths. Rose promised herself she’d do whatever it took to do so. Her shoulders felt as if there were bricks on them. Her throat felt dry, and she wasn’t sure why her hands were shaking.

Never mind this, she thought. With a quick glance to the thrones, she found her mother’s encouraging smile and her father’s intense stare. Rose found herself looking around for Nuallán as an escape, but her father spoke up and broke her out of her reverie.

King Kymil looked at her directly and spoke with intensity. ”Go on, Rosaria. Your moment has come. Make us proud.”

”Rosaria and Annya, you were born to protect this kingdom and your people. Do not fail us. The stakes are too high for you to fail.” Queen Renna added gruffly, with a sternness in her tone that meant there wasn’t any room for failure.

With all eyes on Annya, her and the other elves, Rose nodded and turned to face the middle of the room. Quickly she bit her tongue so as not to reply and break her concentration. She glanced at her sister and took her hand gently with gentleness in her eyes, as if she were greeting a fawn. Rosaria tried her best not to show her nervousness around her. She had to be strong for her kingdom, her people, and her family. If they so much as touched a hair on her sister’s head…. Rose gritted her teeth and ignored these thoughts.

With a glance around, she nodded to the other light elves and they raised their hands in unison. Her eyes narrowed as concentration filled them. Light shot out of her hands and into the middle of the room. The brightness was blinding, and Rose had to force herself not to look away. Slowly, rifts began to open up. Rosaria allowed her anger to rise as she thought of the innocent lives taken. The General had been one of her friends. Her mind flashed to the Fairy Kingdom. They had their share of trauma and now they had lost their other son. T The dwarf kingdom had been one she admired, though not knowing the prince directly. Then last, but not least, Prince Itsuki. Rose felt her heart lurch as she successfully opened several rifts. This was the right thing to do. Their deaths had to be avenged, and the rest of Avalia to be kept safe.

There was silence; then cheers erupted in the hall. The loudness of it startled her; but she reminded herself to focus. She glanced at the others and found them grinning at her, so she returned it. Then, as quickly as the rifts opened, six humans came flying through it and onto the floor. Rosaria kept her hands up in case anymore came; once it was determined they had only six humans, she then slowly allowed the rifts to close.

Rosaria grinned with triumph as she faced the humans. All eyes were on them; then she spoke sweetly as she approached them with an outstretched hand. ”Welcome, humans, to the Sun Elf Kingdom in the land of Avalia. My name is Princess Rosaria, and I implore you to let us speak and help you.” She breathed steadily, but her heart couldn’t stop racing. Rosaria waited patiently for them to react and kept her smile up.

Reversed

Bump! Still looking for others. I posted Valora, the Phantom Syndicate leader! :)

Reversed

The Phantom Leader

Name: Valora J. Lockhart
Nicknames: Val
Age: 36
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual

Appearance
Height: 5’8
Weight: 140
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color, Length, and Texture: Dark brown hair to the middle of her back and thick, wavy hair normally pulled into a low bun.
Skin details: She wears lipstick, eyeliner, and mascara, and her ears are pierced. She has a tattoo of a wolf on her wrist.
Clothing Description: She normally wears t-shirts with leggings and high boots, with a leather jacket tied around her waist. Other times, she wears blouses with leather pants and boots. Definitely plenty of pockets to keep weapons stacked away.

Personality
Valora is an ambivert when it comes to socializing. It depends on her mood and if she deems the people useful. Should they be potentially useful for her, she’ll strike up a conversation and act like they are her best friend by acting sweet and amicable. She is a chameleon and can blend into her surroundings well. Those who know her well know her to be selfish, but this is not charming to most, so she’ll save someone if needed. Valora’s generally distant from others and observes them most times. When she looks like she’s daydreaming, she’s truly plotting and thinking. This is why most claim she’s unfriendly, when really she’s in her head. Valora’s self preservation is strong and she will do the utmost possible to ensure her own survival. Her people though are her’s, and she may save them, should they be suited well for her goals. Her intelligence is high, and she’s not afraid to rub it in someone's face. Arrogance would hide in shame, for it was no match for this beauty with a brain.

Valora has a general even temper, though she quickly becomes impatient when her plans go awry. She has been known to wreak havoc. There may or may not be rumors she may have murdelightcoral someone in her rage….. That said, most people don’t see that side of her unless they truly manage to anger her. She is patient and able to sit back and watch as events play out. She is brave, but doesn’t mind letting others risk their neck for her sake. As soon as the person realizes this, she’ll blow them a kiss and thank them for their sacrifice. Anxiety does not hold this highness of confidence back and would glare at anyone who would think so. However, nervousness of her plan not working - that is possible. She reacts fast, but if she’s caught off guard, she will become lost and therefore unplightcoralictably wild.

Valora is a cunning, manipulative, and charming mastermind. She hides it with a sweet smile and a kiss. She can make friends easily, and just as well, enemies, should you prove to be absolutely worthless to her. Many people believe she is their friend, their savior, whatever you may call her. Her sense of humor is broad, although she finds nonsense and stupidity a waste of her time. Better have something smart to say or it’s the death soot for you. Her favorite humor is sadistic violence and dark. Valora will watch horror movies for the thrill of it and fall asleep at a romance, often picking apart the movies until people no longer enjoy them. While she doesn’t appear insane at first glance, it wouldn’t be impossible to call her insane. She has high energy, is usually always moving and or thinking. The sweet smile doesn't leave her face. Her downfall would likely be her own arrogance and overconfidence.

Background
Current Companions: Phantom Syndicate
Current Location: Ruins of New York
History: Valora was born to wealthy parents in Manhattan, New York, although her father was potentially known as a gold digger. She was raised by a nanny and was left mostly independent on her own. She went to the most prestigious schools and had the best education, eventually making it in an Ivy league school and becoming top of her class. Making friends didn’t come easy for her nor did socializing, as she was usually cooped up studying. She buried herself in her scholars, hoping to make her parents proud, but it didn’t work. Growing up was rough for her; one tragedy left her fuming inside, till this day. To help cope with the events, she began training as a martial artist, an archer, and also learned how to hunt and shoot. After all, money could buy happiness, right?

When the disasters struck, Valora managed to save herself. Her parents unfortunately didn’t survive, as they had been on a yacht out to sea when the tsunamis struck NY. As the world began to come to an end, Valora found herself a safe haven and named it the “Phantom Syndicate”. The world, after all, was a phantom of what it used to be with billions of people dead. She began recruiting people she thought could survive and rebuild the world.

During her childhood, she was plagued by other mini disasters too; a mysterious illness, infestations, etc. It seems as if a black cloud of mystery and disaster were left wherever Valora went…
Skills: Archery, shooting, and has high endurance. She isn’t the fastest, but she’s also willing to play the long game. She is a black belt and has won championships for it.
Other: Valora’s rarely seen without some sort of weapon on her or without a plan. She wears a pearl necklace all the time, usually out in the open or tucked away.

Avalia

The Princess Commander

Rosaria Emerald Biren

1,022 ⋆ Female ⋆ Light Elf

Theme Song 1: You Should See Me In a Crown ⋆ Theme Song 2: Dawn of Faith

Appearance

Height: 5’7

Weight: 150

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Emerald green

Skin Tone: Fair

Psychology

Likes:
⋆ Animals
⋆ Nature
⋆ Freedom
⋆ Training
⋆ The sunlight
⋆ Her family & butler
⋆ Horseback Archery

Dislikes:
⋆ Cowardice
⋆ Raucous behavior
⋆ Senseless violence
⋆ People turning into monsters
⋆ Drunks and stone individuals

Fears:
⋆ Losing her kingdom
⋆ Lack of order
⋆ Twin-headed dragon
⋆ Her family and butler's death

Sexuality: Heteroromantic

Personality
Rosaria is introverted and rarely speaks out. She will give her opinion if asked and honesty, but will hold back if not. She’s quiet and normally in her own head; thinking, planning, and preparing for her future. To become queen is not an easy feat, and a role one must hold with dignity and grace. She has learned how to treat people the way they wanted to be treated. She is selfless and willing to go to great lengths to protect her people. They have her faith in her, so she must mirror it. The ends must justify the means, and if she must die to protect her kingdom, so be it. She is also confident in her abilities and doesn't second guess herself.

Rosaria’s cooler than a cucumber and calmer than a still lake. She only feels her temper flare when her plans don’t go according to plan. She also doesn’t like seeing her loved ones hurt, but it’s out of her control. Now, she’ll plan a, b, and c thought out, but finds it frustrating. Her bravery is unflinching and she is practically fearless. If it weren’t for her kingdom or loved ones, she’d have nothing to fear or lose. Anxiety doesn’t hold her back often, as she is relentless in chasing her goals. Rosaria will react fast and efficiently to a situation. Caught off guard, she will become impulsive and begin resorting to unconventional methods.

She’s wise, brilliant, and clever as the devil. Rosaria has spent much time studying, sometimes too much. To her, knowledge is power. She is charismatic and manipulative if necessary. Rose would rather be fair and have people agree than to force them. Speaking comes naturally to her, and she is capable of producing motivational speeches if needed. Her sense of humor is small, since she's serious. Occasionally she will be sarcastic and sassy. Her tongue sometimes comes off sharp due to stupidity and nonsense. She’ll try to make it up to the person later. She has high energy and is unable to sit still. As a result, she’ll train, read, plan, or begin strategizing. She is determined and ambitious, and won’t rest until her goals are met.

Background

Occupation Princess of Sun Elf Kingdom

Living Immediate Family Members:
⋆ Renna - Mother
⋆ Kymil - Father
⋆ Orias - Brother
⋆ Annya - Sister

Dead Immediate Family Members:
⋆ Allisa - Grandmother (mother’s side)
⋆ Saleh - Grandfather (mother’s side)
⋆ Maylin - Grandmother (father’s side)
⋆ Vaalyun - Grandfather (father’s side)

Current Companions:
⋆ Nuallán Varnion --> Her Butler

Current and Past Lover(s):
⋆ N/A

History:
Rosaria was born to adoring parents, Queen Renna and King Kymil, of the Sun Elf Kingdom. She excelled from birth in her studies and in learning to be the next ruler. She was a scholar for most of her younger years. However, she was overprotected and sheltered. This was for a number of reasons. One was because her grandfather was killed while slaying the Dark Elves' king long before she was born.
Her parents and grandparents (except Saleh), had told her great stories of the previous humans. She yearned to meet them someday and swap stories of their great land. The Sun Elf Kingdom practically worshipped them for slaying such a dangerous beast. The adoration was high for the family and seemed as if they could do no wrong. After all, they ruled so nicely, didn't they? They raised Rose to be afraid and hateful toward the Dark Elves. She lived a greater portion of her life training and being afraid of them. They were dangerous and ruthless creatures who would bring misery to Avalia. It was her job to keep the kingdom safe in case of anything.

Many years later, her parents continued to have children. She had a little sister she adored, named Annya. Unfortunately, she didn't fit into the family royalty well and was thrown into scandals. Eventually, she turned her eyes from royalty to becoming a warrior. Albeit proud, Rose worried for her sister's life. After some time though, she had backed off. When her sister's husband died, Rosaria was by her side to comfort her. The two didn't stay together long, as Annya's fire only grew brighter. There wasn't anything she could, so Rose returned to ruling. Despite this, she asked for reports on her sister from advisors and the general.

Later on in life, her parents had another child, this one named Orias. Rosaria tried to help raise him and be there for him. She hoped to have a bond with him, but things didn't go well for him either. Rosaria tried to help her parents get Orias on track from a young age, but that proved to be difficult. As Orias grew into adulthood, he made scandals wherever he went. Rosaria made efforts to try to bond and help her brother as he struggled with failure after failure. Tragically, one day he went missing after an orc battle and was presumed dead. Rosaria had gone to see for herself and saw no body, so she made it one of her goals in life to try to find him. She believes wholeheartedly that he is still out there. It is one of her many goals to find him alive, no matter what. She also keeps an eye on Annya when possible, albeit it being difficult.

Life continued for Rose after that, as she trained, studied, and prepared for her future. As the years went on, Rose began to have a horrible gut feeling that the Dark Elf twins were looming clos to war again. She had found other light elf rebels willing to summon the humans, which she agreed to aid in. Finally, her hard work has come to light. It was time to summon the humans.

Also, Rosaria travels with a butler named Nuallán, though she considers him more her childhood friend as he is very dear to her. She is rarely seen far away from him and even trains with him.

Combat and Magic

Strength: 6
Speed on Land: 7
Speed in Air: 0
Magical Ability: 10
Dexterity: 8
Weapon Proficiency: 9
Stealth: 8

Subspecies:
Light Elf

Best Abilities
Photokinesis

Reversed- Post apocalyptic rpg

bump. Still accepting! :)

Reversed

bump. Still more room for anyone who would like to join! :)