SlashInfinite

Star Wars: TIE Fighter

Wanted to express my interest in this, and I will most likely have a CS ready tomorrow EU time, if not tonight.

EDIT: Character sheet application.

Sheet: Cora Tarneia

Name: Cora Tarneia

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Appearence

Cora stands slightly shorter than the average female human, along with a fairly regular build. The young woman definitely does not have an overly muscular build, but nonetheless is in a fitting physical shape for the Imperial army. Her chocolate copper hair is usually kept in a ponytail or a neat knot, to prevent it from getting in the way during work.

Atrributes

During flight missions as a bomber, Cora is exceptionally calm and precise (at least during the practice runs), however, her dogfighting skills is nothing out of the ordinary.
Just so, her blaster rifle aim isn’t particularly amazing, though her pistol aim is slightly better.
Cora has always had a fear of caves, and generally being underground. This mostly being due to trauma as a child, watching a cave collapse on a group of miners.
She isn’t overly welcoming of alien races, again, due to her positive view on the Empire.

Personality

Cora always had a light-hearted nature and a curiosity for the vast universe. Though she isn’t particularly outgoing at first, due to spending most her childhood with her close family, and rarely meeting too many new people, besides the friends of her father and mother. Even though she has the basic Imperial trooper training, she never was an extraordinary with a blaster rifle (Her pistol aim was far better, that saying a lot.) nor fighter pilot. It was as a bomber pilot she found her spot. Her intelligence and focus during flight made for an excellent bomber, especially concerning smaller and harder-to-hit targets. Being raised on Balmorra Cora wasn’t taught to question the Empire, as it supposedly was them that supplied her father with pay, and allowed them to live a fairly peaceful life.

Biography

Born on the planet of Balmorra, Cora was used to the Imperial presence. With the planet developing and producing weaponry for the Empire, there wasn’t much space for ever considering “Is it wrong?”. Her father was in charge of an engineering section in one of the weapon factories on Balmorra, and her mother stayed at home raising Cora and her twin-brother Damien. During their childhood the two played as much as they could, pretending to be flying in TIE fighters, or defeating the rebellious Jedi as a mighty Sith, the possibilities were endless. By the age of ten years old Cora and her brother started fiddling around with whatever their father brought home from the factory, all sorts of defect or outdated technology. Cora, especially, caught an early interest in the engineering.

Alas, engineering was not her destiny. When Cora came of age the Empire offered her a place within the Imperial Army, as a ‘reward’ for her father’s loyal service through the years. Seeing it as her best opportunity to get off from Balmorra and have a chance to see what else the galaxy contained, she said yes. Just so, her brother Damien agreed to come along as well. The two parted ways after the basic training. Damien pursued a career as a trooper, whilst Cora rediscovered a childhood love for Starfighters. She entered flight school as soon as she could, taking a basic course as a TIE/LN Starfighter pilot.
Soon, she found an interest in the TIE/sa bomber.
Without hesitation she pursued training as a bomber pilot.

@Minime Application!

East meets West (SlashInfinite & POOHEAD189 1x1)

The Takanorian people had hid in their homes lately. Especially after the war had begun so many months ago. And with the rider galloping silently through the now abandoned streets in the evening, the eerie aura became even harder to ignore. The horse echoed through the town, as the lone rider approached a larger mansion. With hasty steps up the cold stone stairs he marched forward, into the house. Within, he was met by a larger collection of military men. All of them discussed silently amongst themselves.

“Pardon me, Sir?” The rider spoke up, addressing General Harakushi.
“Yes?” the old man muttered, looking up at the soldier. The rider stepped forward, handing over a letter as he spoke.

“The village towards the west has been hit. More than a hundred Western soldiers.” He straightened his back, awaiting the general’s response. Said general raised his eyebrow carefully as he skimmed the letter. With a swift mutter and a gentle hand movement, the rider was dismissed again.

“Prepare a night squad. We’re hitting them while they sleep.” General Harakushi frowned.

The garrison silently prepared a large force of soldiers for a swift response attack. The lot was as experienced as they came. There was about sixty of them in total, but that was far more than what they needed. In the dead of night they’d storm the enemy camp with steps of a cat, and slice throats wherever they stepped.

Mikasa watched the garrison from her window with a wrinkled nose, grunting in dismay.

“Mikasa?” Her mother entered the room and eyed her daughter with a careful eye.

“I should be with them, Mother.” Mikasa sighed to herself.

“Absolutely not. The battlefield is not a place for someone like you.” Her mother sternly said, folding her arms in the most motherly way she could. The young woman simply kept staring at the garrison, as the troops silently rode off into the dark night.

@POOHEAD189

Assassin's Creed Setting! (18+) (MxF)

Greetings lads and lasses!

And welcome! I'll cut straight to it, some of it, at least. First of all, it'll be 18+. It leaves space for darker themes, grimness and a romance subplot, if it fits. Also, I'm only looking for a single one of these RPs! First come and love it, first serve!

I'd like for my partner to have a decent amount of grammatical understanding and be able to produce a few paragraphs at least. I'm not going to murder anyone for missing commas, but still.

I get busy at times myself, but a few posts a week would be great! And if something is keeping you, don't worry! Just PM me and it'll be fine! I'll be sure to do the same, which I will, promise.

I like to discuss things with my partners too, so expect some PMs every now and then!

I would like to play the female Templar!

What's with the title, then?
- Well! I'm in the mood for an Assassin's Creed setting, much like Arno and Elise (even though I never got to play a lot of Unity) concerning a Templar woman/girl and an Assassin boy/man.

What age, then?
- I've been debating with myself, and currently the choice is between the Napoleonic Wars, or the Thirty Year's War during the 17th century. We can discuss, of course!

Plot, then?
- There's no set plot right now.
I'm expecting to discuss the plot with you, and we'll create our own thing! We don't have to stay 100% correct to history, it's simply a starting point. But I imagine the two characters will meet on different occasions. They'll most likely meet in political scenarios, whilst also dealing with the Templar/Assassin side of things.

Think that's it for now!

The Realm of Men

Eliana was woken by a magnificent symphony of birds chirping their morning song. The girl gently pulled the covers towards her, as her body shivered beneath the sheets. While she could feel the rays of the sun dawning upon her face, she could still not see it. Her mind wandered to the days when she would angrily mutter at the sun blinding her in the morning. But not this morning, no, today she missed it more than she had missed most things. With a silent sigh her arm moved towards the other side of the bed, finding it awfully empty. She looked around whilst steadily running a hand through her hair.

“Sekaia?” Ellie moved around in the bed as she spoke, awaiting the cocky boy to answer her soon enough. Yet there was no response. Eliana repeated herself, sitting frozen in place. He would not just leave her like that, would he? Surely there would be an explanation. Surely. The girl thought to herself with hope. Ever since Lowburg she had had such an awful fear of being left alone, especially after the loss of her sight.
Still, she ventured beyond the bed, carefully finding her ground. Again and again she repeated herself, with no answer in the now lonely room. Eliana searched for her satchel along the window, something she took her great time doing. Paranoia was slowly beginning to overwhelm her in her place. Every creek or whisper from the rooms next to theirs could cause her to jump, or at least that was what she felt. Once she finally got hold of the satchel she clung unto it and stumbled her way back to the bed.

Minutes and perhaps hours had passed, and it wasn’t until the door was opened that Eliana woke up again. She quickly rose up, peering around to no avail.
“Sekaia?” she asked as her heart began beating quicker and quicker. There was no response, nothing besides the footsteps that approached her. The girl stared towards the sounds intently. Her hands dug into the satchel, but something charged at her before she could. Something forcefully grabbed held her mouth closed as she tried to wrestle out of the grip that was keeping her locked down. Her breath became uncontrolled and swift. The person jumped on top of her, sitting on top of her stomach as it kept her down and let it’s weight keep her down. Gripped by panic she tried her best to scream for help, but the hand kept it closed, only allowing muffled sounds to escape her. She tried to scoot her way out of the lockdown, but was ultimately kept in her place.

The person finally loosened the grip, as he began a hysterical laughter. He rolled off of her and continued his warm laughter, leaving Eliana stunned in her place. It took her a moment to gather herself. She frowned heavily and rolled in the direction of the laughter, rolling on top of the man and growling angrily at him.

“What’s wrong with you?! You scared the living shit out of me!” Eliana almost shouted as she threw her hands in the direction of his face, but Sekaia simply continued his laughter, which almost got worse. “Aha-… ! Oh by the name of the One, I made Eliana Metilius curse, that has to be a first!” He seemed unphased by the sloppy punches that were thrown his way, as Ellie rolled off him with a frown.

“You’re a sorry excuse of a friend.” She angrily huffed as she went off the bed again, gathering her things with a silent anger. Sekaia sighed to himself, jumping off the bed with a skip.

“Ellie?”

Silence.

“Ellie?” Sekaia tried again.

“Ell-“

“What?” She finally answered with a cold tone.

Sekaia carefully stepped towards her, daring an embrace from behind. Though she didn’t break it, she simply stood in her place. “I just thought, that, with what’s going on right now, and with how I found you, that maybe…” He pondered for a second. “Maybe it wasn’t so bad to enjoy being alive, given that we might not be next winter, or even next full-moon, or tomorrow.” Eliana sighed at that.

“So you scared a blind girl that had been close to dying less than a month ago.” The girl was anything but forgiving.

“You were afraid.” Sekaia stated, letting go of her, to which she scoffed.

“Of course I was afraid. Being assaulted with no vision.”

“But you made it through, didn’t you? Conquered your fear and came unharmed across the bridge, no?” Sekaia began gathering his own things, listening intently.

“That’s your excuse? I’ve met brigands that came up with better explanations to assault.” Eliana made her way past him, frowning.

Sekaia watched her carefully wander outside the room, muttering to himself.

“Perhaps you’ll thank me someday.”

East meets West (SlashInfinite & POOHEAD189 1x1)

The streets of Takanori had been so silent, and so eerie the last few months. It felt like a flood was about to overrun the riverbank of a peaceful forest. The population, who had mysteriously been armed, had already forced several nobles to their knees. Still, the Shuenaii family had not been a target for the rioting and anger of the citizens yet. It was most likely due to their size and importance, and the fact that the family had quite an important role to the Dynasty. The household stood tall and prideful still, even as the servants of the House were as wary as ever. Something was brewing in the streets.

Mikasa stared emptily into the mirror in front of her. Once again her hair had been neatly braided, and Naria Hayashi had found a pretty silk robe for her. She grazed her shoulder with a melancholic sigh following it. Her mother had barely allowed her to carry her swords since the encounters back at the Dorochai Pass, almost a year ago. The fort had fallen, sadly followed by others. No, her mother had decided that the Shuenaii family could not fight two wars at once – and right now, the family needed to be prepared for whatever their enemies within the city wanted. Mikasa’s big brother, Johven, had already expressed his opinion to the House. He did not doubt who had sparked the inevitable riots. No, he knew. Her mother had already spoken of preparing for a full-out civil war, and Liandra Shuenaii was not a woman to jump to conclusions.

Naria had come for Mikasa and guided her along throughout the household. They passed a room filled with a couple of men, including her brother Johven. They muttered about yet another battle, but apparently it had come to a stalemate. The young Lady Mikasa folded her hands as they wandered on. A war fought with swords was no challenge, but a war fought with words and politics was something else to her. The two of them entered a large room, with a long table in the middle of it. Behind it, Liandra turned around.

“Miss Hayashi, if you would. I need to speak with my daughter on my own.” Mikasa’s mother nodded towards the young Naria as she held her posture high and proud. The young woman nodded and curtsied kindly before she left.

“Of course, Queen Liandra.”

@POOHEAD189

Soturi: Death of a King

Elena Lockslin

Elena sat back at the house, rubbing her forehead with her elbows planted firmly in a wooden table. The day had been a mix of feelings, from being nervous beyond reason to being offered a place with the King’s Diviners. It was a position which was usually only offered to a portion of utmost loyal and powerful mages. However, it wasn’t uncommon that the King recruited some to take the infamous oath, in times of need. Elena supposed it was just that – times of need. She sat by herself in the empty house, looking around with a sigh. Sometimes it got lonely there, but only sometimes. She had been so used to living there on her own, that it bothered her less and less as the days went on.

The young magi had taken the liberty of pouring her a glass of the reddest of wines, sipping from it to calm her nerves. Time passed on, and just as she was about to slip into a slumber her door was opened with quite the noise. Into the houses stormed a middle-aged man, dressed in fine leather. His eyes darted around the room until his eyes set upon the young woman about to go into a deep slumber. He frowned slightly, shaking his head at her. Talder Cobswin approached Elena with light steps, sitting down on the only other chair in the kitchen, looking at her with folded hands.

“Well? Are you going to explain why I’ve just been informed that the King has offered you to take up the Diviners Oath?” Talder spoke with his rugged, yet noble voice. His speech did not indicate anger, but it was simply calm with a familiar mysterious undertone to it, one that always kept Elena on her toes. The girl looked up at him, letting out another sigh, which seemed to amuse Talder.

“I can barely keep track of what has conspired myself. This morning I was chasing Kate Iles through the canals, and now the King wants me to join the order.” Elena rubbed her forehead, smiling a faint smile as she spoke again. “I suppose I should have informed you before anything else.” The sentence caused Talder to smirk heavily, grinning afterwards.

“I suppose I would appreciate my –apprentice- telling me about such events, indeed. Nonetheless, I cannot be mad with you. A spot within that order is more than sought after! This will certainly further your position in the world, young Lockslin!” Talder clasped his hands together with a firm nod and a broad smile. “When will the ceremony take place?” He asked, eyebrow rose with curiosity.

”Tomorrow.”

Talder blinked in surprise, furrowing his brows.

“Tomorrow? They usually make the offer months in advance. It’s not a simple choice, after all. Tomorrow, you say?” Cobswin rubbed his bearded chin, pondering on the situation.

“His Majesty wanted me to chase down Iles as quickly as I could.” Elena muttered, with much less excitement now. Talder had stood up, turning around and looking down at her. He eyed the girl for a bit, before nodding in understanding. “I’m sorry Elena. I know you considered her a friend. But she’s a traitor now. And anyone with her is a traitor. For the good of the kingdom you must not let your feelings deceive you.” He leaned down, looking into her eyes. “Remember what raised you and who cared for you. Not some Rebellion, but the court of the King.”

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The following day had been a rush. Elena had found the nicest robe she had, and headed towards the Astral Hall. Her heart was beating as a drum the closer she came to the hall. She had spent all morning doing her hair, making it into a long single braid. It was important to look the part for the day. The Astral Hall was located next to the Tower. It was a single hall (as the name might have indicated), which had been decorated with a map of the night sky carved into the celling, with beautiful rubies and other gems that made for a beautiful artwork. It was used for major meetings, important events and anything else the mages deemed fit. To add, it was the place for the Diviner ceremony. It was fairly simple. Repeat the words of the ‘sacred’ oath, and have a magical sigil almost burned into your skin. It bore the sigil of the current King, and was both a source of energy and a declaration of ones allegiance. The sigil would normally be of a black colour, but would glow if one were to draw power from it. At least that was the official explanation.

Within the Hall a group of people awaited Elena. Prestige members of the Order, standing in a threatening circle with a spot in the middle for the newcomers. The windows had been covered dark, and candles were lit around the room. Along the floor there was lines of blue, lighting the room up in a beautiful and mesmerising sense. Elena approached with careful steps, hands folded in front of her lap. She took her place in the middle, greeting the mages with a dip of her head and a curtsey, the best she could.

A man, standing in the middle of the group returned the gesture with a nod. He held up his hands, before speaking;
“Greetings to thee, Elena Lockslin, daughter of bakers, and sorceress of Lempea.” His voice filled the entire room, almost as if it was magically enhanced. Perhaps it was?

“You stand before us, in these honourable and sacred halls. Before you, thousands of mages have stood, and where you stand, we have all stood. Before you lay a path; a path of glory and a life of service to the Crown. Do you, Elena Lockslin, accept the position you have been given, and understand, to the fullest, what will be asked of you, and what will be granted you?” The man finished, looking to Elena for an answer. It was much like when the bride at a wedding was asked to say yes. No one really expected a ‘no’, but it was a formality.

Elena took in a last breath, before answering.

“I accept, both burden and gift of the Crown, the one true crown and king.” The reply was of course the one everyone gave; she had rehearsed it all morning with Cobswin. Saying a single word wrong would be an embarrassment of unimaginable magnificence.

“Very well.” He answered. “Repeat after me.”

“I, Elena Lockslin, hereby declare my lifelong servitude to the Diviners of the Crown.”
Carefully she repeated. “I, Elena Lockslin, hereby declare my lifelong servitude… to the Diviners of the Crown.”

“Extend your hand, please.” The man demanded, blue flame lighting in his hand.
And so she did. Elena pulled up her sleeve, holding out her entire arm. The flame was brought closer, and she could feel the magical heat warming, as it got closer.

And thus a surging pain went through her, leaving as quickly as it came.

Soturi: Death of a King

Not gonna say I got super carried away and wrote a wall of text...

But I got super carried away and wrote a wall of text :C

Breakfast University Of Magic

Luna E. Prior

@TheHangedMan
@13org
@Riffus Maximus

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Luna observed Viktor’s miniature galaxy before her. She smiled at the creation, quickly being fascinated by the look of it. With a small and unnoticeable mutter her sigil began glowing briefly again as she looked at the galaxy. The small gesture quickly stopped again, as she placed her hand on a page, leaving a similar glowing sigil, which faded with a quick mutter. The girl listened intently as the passionate boy spoke. He spoke of the possibility of creation of parallel realities, which caused Luna to ponder on the subject instantly. She tilted her head, before nodding in a hidden excitement. Just as Luna was about to comment, Allen approached. She returned the greeting with a smile, nodding in agreement to what he said.

”Believe me, Viktor, I can easily get carried away with talking as well. No need to apologize, silly. What you can do is most fascinating, I must admit.” Luna offered a smile and standing up from the bench, to fit with her company.

"I haven't see you for a while, Viktor. I thought you had left the university." Luna grinned slightly at that, nodding.

”I must agree with Allen. You seem to disappear every now and then. I almost thought it was for good this time.” Luna grimaced, only being able to imagine how the Weaver’s magic worked, and how difficult it would be to master it. And even though he disappeared every now and then, he seemed to have –somewhat- control of it otherwise. Somewhat.
Allen spoke of the incident they had all just witnessed. It was rather unusual for Xinhua to have reacted the way she did. Actually, Luna had never seen her like that. The girl usually kept a calm posture and was rather patient. But well, everyone has a limit, after all.

Luna kept the notebook embraced against her chest as the conversations went on. She never noticed, but passively her posture always became protective whenever she was holding that very notebook. Even if it simply contained notes and various sketches, from magical related drawings to drawings she had done when she was younger. While she had not looked at the first few pages for years now, she could collect a portion of it having been dedicated to a diary. The Chronomancer had done her best to keep it out of Viola’s hands and knowledge. Much as she liked the girl she was not about to show her the content of that book. Not yet, at least.

”It’s always so exciting when a new year starts. Imagine all these new students, and what they can do! I suppose we’ll see some of it if the Monteiro brothers throw as many parties as they did last year.” Luna giggled gently at the memory of the former year’s parties with the twins. The Monteiro Twins were notorious for throwing parties at random times, and never failed to deliver. ”Nonetheless you two, I go make sure Karen isn’t too much besides herself. I’ll see you tomorrow, I guess.” Luna nodded and curtsied before the two, book still held close by her arms. And she strolled off with a smile.

East meets West (SlashInfinite & POOHEAD189 1x1)

Mikasa scoffed heavily at Meldarion. She did not doubt that his actions were to ensure a western victory in the long run, and of course she was reluctant to follow his ‘advice’. But as much as she –hated- it, she knew he was right. There was little she could do here, especially in her state. Her body was aching in more than one way, and she was still recovering from the wound she suffered the night before. Mikasa gave Meldarion an empty stare, before she went to pick up her swords, sheathing them in the scabbards. With limping steps the woman approach the Half Breed again, standing less than a feet away from him. Once she spoke, her voice was hushed, but had a truthful undertone hidden behind it.

“My nation would have taken you in, you know. These Westerners… they have no respect for others, let alone another country. They’re ruthless. And they’ll rather see Heroshida burned to the ground before leaving us alone. We would have cared for you, half-breed or not. Just… remember that. Remember that when you’re tearing villages apart and watching families and children get slaughtered.” Her last words were as heavy as words could come, and her eyes stared directly into his, a mix of defeat and sorrow in her gaze. The noblewoman lowered her gaze, breaking the eye contact. From a little pocket by her hip she fished out a small sigil, representing a white dove, bowing its head. Reluctantly she went to grab Meldarion’s hand, gentle as she was. She placed the sigil in his hand, folding his fingers with hers. Her gaze went back up to him again.

“If you regret, or if you and your friend truly want peace. Show it to any soldier that bears that mark, and you’ll be taken to the House Shuenaii. If you’ve studied any of the Heroshidan history, you’ll know who they are.” Mikasa muttered, on the brink of regret. Abruptly she turned away, walking towards the exit, which Meldarion had mysteriously and worryingly known about. Before heading out she turned her head, looking towards him. She opened her mouth as if she was about to speak, but instead furrowed her brows and halted herself. Instead, she went through the tunnel, into the darkness.

@POOHEAD189

Soturi: Death of a King

I'll get around to posting tomorrow! :]