Rae Zer

Kingdoms of Seyan

@Elitestpotato, so Lucrum has a very similar fighting style to Operian's own style. Though, Operian wouldn't destroy her own villages in order to stop a foe. While you could pick up when an attack would come because of your spies, Operian can stop that with their own agents. Though, Operian only really uses their agents for defensive matters rather than infiltration. The agents in Operian would also be focused on the investigation into nobles and making sure they interrupt any assassination attempts so catching enemy spies is probably a second on their priorities. Operian also has trained Generals who know tactics.

On the Streets of Chicago

Ya know what, cancel that. I would rather have the cook. Got a better idea for him than the thief.

On the Streets of Chicago

Interested, sign me up for the Thief if you will madam/sir.

ｆｒｏｚｅｎ ｉｎ ｔｉｍｅ

Interested as well. I'm pretty sure I'll be dropping a roleplay here soon due to its inactivity so I will have some more free time to do this.

Fate/Red Winter

Ya know, I get the feeling that this is seriously going to die before we can do so. As such, unless the two masters we need aren't posted by Monday I'm out of here. I can't sit around and wait on something to happen when it clearly isn't.

Olympus Falls

@Rae Zer
Sorry you posted before seeing my change to the second IC post. If you would like to try and roll the dice, let me know. If you are lucky and get to discover your god's name, you can edit your post to reflect that. If your happy with the way it is, then don't worry about it. :)

@Balthazar007

Nah, I'd prefer to wait longer to do it. I've got some other flashbacks planned out before trying to discover his name. Plus I want to get some interaction with at least Zeus or Hera before discovering his name. Perhaps maybe even interaction with Dionysus's 'brother' Ares or 'sister' Athena or even the only Goddess Dionysus slept with which was Aphrodite. In fact, if any of those people are reading this than y'all can shoot me a pm if you want some interaction with Mark.

Olympus Falls

And I've posted. Two or three more flash backs and maybe a meeting with Zeus, Hera, or Athena will lead to the realization of who's in Mark. Meanwhile, that is probably the only post I'll make for this updated unless I feel like moving out of New York City to somewhere else.

Olympus Falls

Dionysus and Mark

The morning after Mark had woken up was mostly a blur to him. He remembered getting up and putting on some clothes that were left beside him and then watching the news. Nothing about the new really stood out to him until he realized that nearly all of the stories that morning were about the coma patients like himself waking up. He was amazed and relieved that he wasn't the only person who woke up. How awkward it would have been for him if, out of everybody else in a coma, he was the only one to wake up. But, this didn't make Mark feel anymore lonely. Everything had changed without him and he no longer had a place in the band. The boys still treated him like their brother but he knew what they were hiding from him. They had already replaced his position as acoustic guitarist with a new kid who quite obviously was a ladies man.

"Mark! Mark, there you are. We've got a slight problem mate. It seems that you waking up has somehow gotten leaked out by somebody. The paparazzi are swarming the place looking to find out all they can from you. We've gotta get ya out of here without them realizing it. Tyler said as he came running in from the same hallway Mark had been brought in from. Mark sat still for a few moments until he realized that it meant every part of his life would be revealed by a bunch of rumor hungry journalists. He had never been the center of any large amount of people's attention except for on the stage but even then they weren't looking at him rather at Tyler or Julio who were the pretty boys of the group. Mark's heart started to race and before he realized it he had passed out again.

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"So you don't like to be the center of attention yet you are in a group where all eyes would be on you anyway. You are an odd host I must say."
"It's not that I don't like being the center of attention it is that I have never been the center of attention. Wait, what do you mean by host? Who are you?"
"If I knew the answer then I doubt I'd be here with a square like you. I don't even remember where I came from. Anyway, seems like our conversation is over. We will meet again."

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Mark awoke to Tyler fanning him with a magazine and his shirt unbuttoned. "Thank god you are finally awake Mark! You passed out after I told you about the journalists. Must of been a real surprise to you man." Tyler said all of it as he sat backwards and laid down on the carpet of the room. So now Mark had developed the tendency to pass out when stressed. I guess it wasn't too surprising but it basically meant that Mark could no longer play on stage considering that he was almost always stressed when he was playing a show. If he couldn't stay calm then he would pass out in the middle of a show and possibly hurt himself or somebody else in the process.

Mark stood up on shaky knees with the help of Tyler before he grabbed a fedora and black over shirt and walked to the door."Let's get going Tyler. I want to get away from them as quickly as possible before they start swarming like sharks to blood." Mark said as he opened the door for Tyler as they walked out. The paparazzi were everywhere out side the hallway and tried to ask Mark all sorts of questions which he just shrugged off or ignored completely. Before long Mark was in another black car and being driven away from the crowd of people looking for answers he couldn't provide. About three hours later, Mark was in the drive way to Tyler's new house in a semi-rural portion of Tennessee.

"Tyler, thank you for helping me through this man. You've been the best friend mate. I'll only stay here for about a week before I leave though. I think it would be best if I go somewhere other than here. I can't be with you and the boys unless I can figure out what is causing me to faint so often cause that was three times in two days." Mark said to Tyler after arriving at his house. Tyler nodded okay as they got out of the car and went into his house. Mark was true to his word as, only a week later, he left to move to New York City where he would live in a flat while going to Mount Sinai Hospital to find out the cause of his fainting problem and if it was serious enough to require him to take some sort of drug to control it.
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Three weeks after waking up

Mark was walking through his loft as he prepared to go to Mount Sinai Hospital one last time. They had said that they couldn't find any physical causes for his fainting so they decided it was time to look into the psychological side of things. They even suggested that it could have been caused by his early childhood. Meanwhile, after the fans of the Knights had caught wind that Mark woke up, the sales for the first album had skyrocketed. In the three weeks in being awake, the album had earned another two million dollars in profit. It was like the fans were flocking to the Knights just because Mark was awake. What was worse was that Mark genuinely felt bad for doing so. It felt like he was the only reason the Knights were famous and that he had taken away the spotlight from them. Even after moving to New York City, Mark was plagued by zealous fans and journalists who wanted answers which he knew he couldn't provide.

Mark left for the hospital at one in the afternoon and arrived not too long after two. They were to prepare him for an overnight stay to monitor his brainwaves and perform a battery of tests for him. Their first tests was showing him scenes of violence which he passed with flying colors. Another test was showing him musicians playing their instruments which he also passed with flying colors. The third test was showing Mark works of art from ancient times. Everything went well until the pictures changed to a statute of Zeus holding his lightning bolt. Mark's heart began to race and his vision started to turn black. Before he realized it, he had passed out.
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Above stood massive beings looking down at a young baby. Their faces were contorted in anger and hatred at the young child which had bore them no ill will nor harm. They mocked the young child who understood not what they meant nor what their insults could possibly mean to a young one such as him. One of them handed him a staff with a pinecone on it as a joke to his heritage. They laughed at him as the scepter which was rightfully his was replaced by the thyrsus. Then they began their torment of the young god. They torn his limbs from his body and started to consume him as his cries were muffled by their maniacal laughter. How painful it was to the god until a might thunderbolt pierced one of them straight through the chest and turned him into dust. The others followed suit as a might god cloaked in lightning descend in his anger only to find his son's only remaining part, his heart.

The mighty Zeus sewed the heart into his thigh where his young child would be born again. And so the child was recreated in the thigh of Zeus until time came for him to be released. The mighty Zeus cut his son out of his thigh and handed the child to Hermes. The god Hermes took the young babe, reborn from his father's thigh, and handed him to the rain-nypmhs of Nysa. He was raised on the mountain far away from the place of his birth, Olympus, where not even Hera would find the infant to exact her revenge against Zeus.
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"My...father. He saved my life after that bitch Hera tried to kill me. Who am I? I can't...no I must hope that I will remember more. You are a strong vessel to have gone through this. I was wrong about you before. You are most definitely the right vessel."
"Your father was Zeus? Well, that doesn't bring us any closer to figuring out who you are. Zeus had many sons and daughters and many times Hera tried to kill them all. She hated him for his infidelity but loved him at the same time. I.. guess I was wrong about you too. You're not that much of a dick."
"I see we agree on something at least. Don't tell anybody about this. If they found out lord knows what they would do to you. I don't want to lose my vessel and have to start over. I...want to remember who I am."
"If only it was that easy for me to know who I am."

Kingdoms of Seyan

@Rae Zer

Vassals of the Kingdom of Operian

House Jirmin
Ruled by Ormand Jirmin, Duke of Pimmin. The Duke is a kind old man of 65, known for his lenience with the peasantry. He is however not known for being brave or eager to do battle, having earned him the nickname “Duke Delay” among his less friendly acquaintances. The Duke lost his wife and children to sickness a few years ago, but his younger sister Sasha, 45, still lives.

The Jirmins are beloved and respected by their people, and are in turn loyal to the crown. They have never given cause for discord, although they have never really committed to any military campaign. There are rumors circulating about the Dukes sister Sasha, claiming she is heavily indebted to one of the more prominent merchant guilds.

House Ulisse
Ruled by Nadiege Ulisse, Duchess of Juriba. The Duchess is a woman of 55 years of age and is known all across the realm as a potent politician and ruler. Her family consists of her husband Jean, 56, and their two daughters Queen Tamrie Louzbain and her younger sister Sabine.

The Ulisses are known for their great independence. The Duchess is a hard woman with the needs of her people foremost in mind. They are loyal to the crown and have proven that loyalty many times, but some say that if push comes to shove the Duchess will choose Juriba over Operian.

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Let me know if anything's off. I'm keen to get this right.

@Thrashy

Seems good boss. Better than any vassals I could make really.

Dear Anonymous...

Tori

It was bad enough that Tori was stuck in a school where she knew nobody but now she had to do a project where she is talking to a complete stranger. On a rating of 1 to Hell, this was Hell for Tori. If she didn't keep in contact with this stranger than she would fail the class and so would the other person. This meant that she couldn't just flake it off like every other project she had ever been assigned in her classes since she started high school. Tori began to wonder why she even filled out that stupid paper her teacher had given her. She had written practically the entire last year of her life on the paper for a bunch of teachers who didn't truly know her. Hell, she'd even told them about her Father's not so secret affairs.

Tori finished rather early compared to everybody else who was writing the paper but sat still. She would have hated having to walk up to the teacher's desk only to have to sit down again and wait till the bell allowed her to leave. So, she waited till the bell rang and slipped the paper onto the desk as she walked by. She strode through the halls with her guitar case strapped over her left shoulder and a small satchel hanging from her right shoulder. Though new to the school, it was easy for Tori to find her way to the cafeteria where she bought a burger and salad before leaving to sit outside. The school's front lawn was lit by the bright and the only shade was near the school or underneath a tree. Tori chose to sit under a large oak tree where she quickly ate her salad and tuned her guitar. Her burger would have to wait until she was done with the song which she wanted to play. It took only a few seconds for Tori to decide on playing Maroon 5's Sugar. It was song she had recently learned but she knew the lyrics and chords well enough to be able to play it and sing. She just hoped nobody would come by and hear her sing. Tori wanted to be known as a guitarist not a singer. That was one stereotype she wanted to fit into.