TunaticTyler

-Broken Fabrics- [OOC & IC]

No, it isn't, I try to keep the RP fairly open and whatnot ^_^" If you have any questions, just let me know. Key events though I will sort of introduce as the RP goes along and be handling most NPC's, but most items and whatnot characters have free interaction with.

-Broken Fabrics- [OOC & IC]

For what seemed like centuries, the ambiguous child stood there with an unfazed look of horror, confusion, and disbelief. Parts of her tried to reason that she could merely be at the The Vale judging from the extreme mountainous geography and chilling temperatures that the young wolf from Winterfell was long used to. Yet, as much as Arya tried to fool herself, she could not deny the true existence of the complex and insanity-inducing predicament she was put into for seemingly no apparent reason. Gulping deeply, her eyes struggled to break free the trance of merely staring at the stronghold, heavily gasping as her hazel eyes were widen with horror. All of her emotions, her mind, everything was being torn apart violently and trying to find some sort of solace.

Unable to concentrate on several aspects of her environment at once, Arya stared at the pile of pale, lifeless bodies. A few of them had awaken, and already begun to comprehend the true magnitude of this scenario. One of them was a boy, silver-haired like that of a Targaryen, and oddly enough seemed suspiciously calm despite all of this. Perhaps, the tomboy had reasoned in her mind, he knew of something, or more likely was in the same traumatic state the young noblewoman was in. Blinking her eyes, her attention turned towards a cloaked woman, who somberly was checking the pulses of the presumably dead bodies. A bit of Arya felt connection towards the woman, as if just the mere clothing choices and weaponry she wielded was enough to give some false comfort of others being from a place even somewhat like Westeros now residing...well, wherever *here* is.

Finally, her attention directed towards the mysterious scroll that had cemented itself in the makeshift center of the lost and damned souls that were driven into this place. Her hand instinctively reached out, knowing that it had to be something of importance. Ravens in Westeros often carried messages from Houses to Houses, and it would seem as if that tradition was also common wherever she was. Flinching as a soft, elegant, noble voice called out, young Arya's daze directed her attention to quite frankly the most horrifying image she had ever seen in her short-lived life. Stumbling back and laying on her backside, the girl kicked away, one of her hands placed on the hilt of her rapier as she froze.

"YY-Yo..y-yo...You're a Whi'ite Walk'er!" her young voice exclaimed, which sounded not that of a boy or mistakenly a boy that had clearly not hit puberty yet. Hearing the undead man's words, Arya had briefly paused, still shocked by the morbid sight of a walking, talking, oddly yet finely dressed skeleton. He didn't seem like a threat, yet, it was hard to tell what was and wasn't one in such troubled times. Paralyzed, a quick gasp escaped her lips as a masked, tall, formidable swordsman had registered the undead man as a threat. Arising on her own feet, the former noble reached down to tighten the leather belt that was strapped around the girl's white blouse and pale, forest-green tunic. Feeling her (idiotic) bravery setting in, the child barked out, instinctively taking a few steps back.

"W-Wait! I don't think he w'ants to hurt anybody!" the tomboy tried to reason, even though ironically she didn't trust the *Skeleton Man* at all and had just accused the being of being a White Walker mere seconds ago. Holding one of her own hands out defensively, she backed up a little, a hand firmly on Needle as the intensity of this situation seemed to heighten drastically.

-Broken Fabrics- [OOC & IC]

The IC is finally up guys! Feel free to post whenever! Buutt, if you haven't reposted your CS from the Interest Check, I request that you do that before posting in the OOC to avoid any confusion with characters and whatnot. Oh, and I updated the list on the intro page to include all the characters that are accepted and have posted said CS in the OOC.

-Broken Fabrics- [OOC & IC]

Silence

The very damning absence of all forms of sounds.

Darkness

The very damning absence of all forms of lights.

Apathy

The very damning absence of all forms of feeling

Hollow

The very damning absence of you

Wake Up

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Dim rays of sunlight filled the blurry and faded vision of a young peasant *boy*, a soft groan escaping the tomboy's lips as her head throbbed violently with an unbearable migraine. Hands weakly reached up to the cloudy skies, her hazel eyes trained on the very sun that the sky clotted like some infectious plague. Another groan escaped the girl's lips, this feeling of discomfort and aching coursing up and down her spinal cord. The pain of it was truly unfathomable in most aspects, like the aftermath of being struck at once by a hundred hammers. Reaching down near her waistline, a brief false comfort resided in the girl's heart, feeling the very precious rapier that her bastard yet beloved brother had gifted her.

Her name, as if it mattered anymore in the predicament she was in, is Lady Arya Stark of Winterfell. In one moment, she was in the decrepit ruins of Harrenhall, one of the greatest fortress built in Westeros. Yet, in only mere minutes, the hellfire from several dragons rode by the mighty Targaryens reduced it merely to blacken cobblestone and dull grey ashes. All of her memories rushed back to her, of her family, of friends, of her enemies, and most importantly, of her goal in life after seeing of what became of her caring father. Not wishing to endure laying on her back as if she were some weakling, the preteen arose to her feet.

Instantly, the forces of gravity worked against as her legs violently wobbled. Extending her arms out to balance herself, Arya Stark hissed as she nearly lost her balance, breathing calmly as the unbearable pains and aches in her body slowly faded away into nothing more than slight annoyances. Reaching up to rub her eyes, the socially deviant princess flinched as she finally took into account of where she was. She was not in Harrenhall, she was not with her friends Gendry and Hotpie, and she was certainly not in the Riverlands; no, she was far, far from home. A soft breeze passed by, the girl's teeth chattering as she stared blankly at the rolling, grassy hills around her and the thick yet small patch of woods with a simple dirt road being paved leading into the unknown.

Hearing a soft raven caw, the young adventurer stumbled back as a large scroll was abruptly dropped onto the ground, rolling onto the dirt and even kicking some small particles of dust in the air. Watching with curiousity as the black raven flew gracefully away, it was in that brief moment of looking below did the true horror of the situation begin to set in. There were others, other men, women, and even children around her age. What unsettled Arya the most, however, was how alien and foreign they looked. From a simple cloaked woman to what appeared to be an oddly dressed skeleton, the spunky, once carefree noblewoman of House Stark began to slowly recede backwards from the unconscious group of misfits.

"Wh'at in the..." Arya stated with disbelief, a hand clenched on the hilt of Needle as she proceed to move backwards. Unintentionally climbing up the gradual yet high hill, the preteen hastily turned around in panic as her body froze. Before her lay the site of a burning city, a city larger than King's Landing and a city that was long dead. Smoke filled the sky as only embers seemed to truly illuminate the coastal domain, snow-peaked mountains cradling this unknown city as if it were it's mother. Not the Riverlands, Not The North, not even the Free City of Braavos.

Wherever Arya was, she knew in the back of her cloudy, confused, and even slightly scared mind, she was far, far from home.

-Broken Fabrics- [OOC & IC]

Saturday as in tomorrow, probably around 7 or 9 EST Time.

I also have exams, but I can at least get a post out within a day or two. As long as you can do that and keep the RP going, I am perfectly fine as RL comes first.

>totally interested in said RP.

-Broken Fabrics- [OOC & IC]

Super Kawaii Desu Desu Hi Five Unalive Teen Squad!

>someone make that an RP please.

Anywho, accepted of course. The player count at the moment is six, not counting those who haven't reposted their CS. I guess I'll post the IC sometime Saturday actually, just to give people a little more time and plus I think Saturday should be a fairly good day to RP, no?

-Broken Fabrics- [OOC & IC]

@Marik That is perfectly fine, I actually had some inspiration from DkS in terms of the dark fantasy setting a little bit as I'm a huge fan of DkS myself. Lovely series, I thought two doesn't hold up as well in the PvP side of things but with a few patches it might be good again. Anywho, go right ahead and post your CS whenever~

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Yeah, I saw that in your CS and sort of realized, "Oh, don't want to cause a whole rift in space and time and whatnot" so I sort of just silently changed them to "Empty Ones". Hehe, a little generic name, but it works!

Oskar, I seriously have the feeling most characters, at least Arya, is going to bloody freak out seeing a finely-dressed skeleton even standing up and moving xD. Oh the joys of Multiverse RPs~

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@Captain Accepted~!

@Ark Accepted~!

Once again, IC will probably be up around Friday I'm thinking. I want everyone to sort of get their CS's up. I'll probably update the people that are all accepted shortly, just waiting for people to repost their CS's.

-Broken Fabrics- [OOC & IC]

Joffery...Cersei...Illyn Payne...the Hound...Polliver...the Mountain

Name
Arya Stark of House Stark

**Nicknames**
"Arry"

Age
11

Gender
Female

Race
Human

Fandom
Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire

Personality
Arya Stark, since her birth, had always been a very different and difficult child. Unlike most highborn girls of her age who learn how to stitch and weave, young Arya was out in the fields of her humble domain of Winterfell with a wooden sword and if she dared, a bow. Because of her deviant lifestyle, the girl comes off as stupidly brave and obnoxiously annoying due to her persistent curiosity as all children tend to have. Sadly, this also made her a bit of an outcast throughout her family and constantly was bickering with her older sister, Sansa. Yet, do not be mistaken, as her family is above everything else in her eyes and her tomboy-personality often leaves a person with a smile on their face. Over the course of events, however, Arya becomes increasingly more and more hollowed and vengeful. At this point in time, however, her desire to seek redemption had just only began to set in her torn heart.

Backstory
Arya Stark is the youngest daughter and third child of Eddard "Ned" Stark and Catelyn Stark.(Tully). She has two younger brothers, Bran and Rickon, an older sister, Sansa, her older brother Robb, and finally a bastard brother named Jon Snow. Being born in the far Northlands (fitting called "The North") of a sprawling continent named Westeros, Arya lived a fairly peaceful and humble life. Years upon years ago, her father and a close friend of his led a rebellion to overthrow the rulers of all of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, or more commonly known as The Iron Throne. With her father putting his most beloved friend and practical brother on the throne as Robb was just born at the end of the war, sixteen long years had past since then. Arya herself was lucky, as she was born within the summer. In Westeros, the summers can last up to ten years, and the winters can last up to ten years. At the age she is now, winter is merely a few years away from once again arriving.

Not too long ago, Arya, Sansa, and her father were summoned by the king to reside within King's Landing, the capital of the Seven Kingdoms. With the mysterious death of the King's Hand being investigated, King Robert decided that it was best to have his dearest friend and practical brother Ned Stark on his side. Not only that, but having the Stark daughters within the capital could have marriages to be arranged to secure alliances with other ruling noble families. In King's Landing, she met a dancing instructor named Syrio, who quickly taught Arya how to properly defend herself in combat. As much as she wished her brother Jon could of had taught her how to use a sword, Arya knew that he had to go to The Wall and protect the entire empire from the threats of the nomadic barbarians known as Wildings.

Soon, however, such happy times were hastily shut away. As a result of political intrigue and the seizing of power from House Lannister (the house King Robert married into), Arya has been in exile as masquerading as a bastard boy heading to the The Wall for her own safety. After seeing her family ripped apart from her eyes and the looming banners of war being raised throughout the entire empire, Arya's long trek to find some sort of solace had just only begun...

Equipment
Needle
-A very short, thin, rapier that is well-crafted by Winterfell's blacksmiths. This was a present by Jon Snow before he left to guard The Wall, as all bastards, thieves, and crooks tend to go to avoid punishment. It is very dear to her, as Jon Snow served as a very protective brotherly figure to Arya and was one of the few family members in Winterfell she could truly relate to as both of them were social outcasts-

Physical Traits
Due to her petite, lithe form for even a girl of her age, Arya is very swift and agile. Do not underestimate her, as she easily poke her target full of holes with her rapier when needed with deadly accuracy. Also, with her rather deviant appearance and personality, one can easily mistake the girl for a boy. Whilst her voice is not as deep as a boy going through the beginning stages of puberty,

Super Abilities
None

Weakness and Fears
Obviously, she is not physically strong per say, and in direct combat she would most certainly lose. Not to mention, even with all the horrors that she has witnessed herself, the girl is simply still a child.

**Other**
Winter is Coming