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Without Face (1x1)

The stacks of books and papers at Gabriella’s table was enough to make your eyes hurt. The history that had been placed in these books were worth more than all the wealth in Tarrin. The gold of the page, and the silver lining that resided within every passage. Of course this wasn’t literal, or she wouldn’t be the only one after them. They were her life, and nothing would change that.

The decision to become a Shade and leave her family and personal life behind was of her own making. The girl didn’t want love, or children. They got in the way of the things she loved most, knowledge. Getting her hands on every piece of the world there was to know about and sharing it with others, that was the sole reason she became a Shade.

However, the world had many obstacles that would stop her from doing what she fully wanted. The woman had had an ‘obsession’ with Them, the unmentionables, as her family had put it. As a child she would feed them or give them a small piece of her spending money. As the child grew into a young woman she had wanted to teach them. To educate those who had nothing, giving them a chase at having a life. The absolutes would see this as betrayal of the system and strip her down to nothing.

As such, with her thirst for knowledge, it was only natural that when the Lottery came up she entered. Only happening once every hundred years or so made it a very important learning experience. It had seemed that most of the evidence of the past Lotteries was almost completely erased from all the records on which Gabriella could get her hands. The girls application was one of the first to be submitted in and she prayed that she would win, even to learn more about it would please her.

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The next days that passed by since the applications were handed in were long and hot. Demetri found little pleasure in hunting on these days. When the sun is bright and high and sweat runs the creased and spaces of his leather mask. It felt like death. Stepping into a giant oven and being roasted like a pork bun. The man yawned as he peeled his sweat coated body from his sleeping pallet and willed his body to pull on his plain tunic and trousers. How disguising was he, never mind all the others that were on the streets.The young man had contemplated going bare, except for his mask of course. He wouldn’t want to seem indisent by not wearing a mask.

Whipping himself off with a rag before he left, he slipped the rag into his back pocket. He might be needing it later. As Demetri now wandered the streets his eyes searched for a target. Force of habit by now, he couldn’t help himself from having a little fun before he went to go meet up. However, this was an important meeting, strictly business. The young man rounded a quieter, but not empty, alley and soon came up to the man who had been waiting on him.

“I don’t recall having a watch, thus I couldn’t not be late for a time that does not exist” He stated with a grin that the younger man, resting his back against the wall opposite to his companion. His tongue played with the metal in his lip, lightly pushing it partly out and causing the flesh around the hole to whiten.

“The wife didn’t want me out of bed on this freezing cold day, afraid she would get frostbite.” He added chuckling lightly. They both knew the closest thing he had to a wife were the women he let watch him as he took their families away from them. By ‘wife’ he meant his bed, of course.

Without Face (1x1)

Scarlett suits so many. That which runs streams down the body and drops lightly to the earth, creating red reflections of a former life. The stains which never quiet come out of the scarves, gloves, and head dresses of so many Absolutes and Raised, yet is a clean whip off a smooth mask. This doesn’t lessen the hungry in Demetri’s belly and today would be just like any other. These growing crowds in the square just gave him more targets for the taking. The young man looked over the vibrant colors, soft red, deep blue, and elegant green. None of these colors took his attention, none so much as the golden yellow that showcased a bronze mask, a housewife. His stomach turned at the thought of laziness of those with status.

His own family had been of status once, then fall out of the social graces of someone important. Suddenly his life didn’t matter to the world, so their lives didn’t matter to him. In fact, he had his own personal game in which he hadn’t lost yet. He didn’t plan on losing a round anytime soon as he followed the golden girl through the crowd, making sure to stay at least two head dresses and a hand away from her as the girl glided through the crowd.

He was just about the slip up close to her from around a statue within the square until a grip had tightened around his own wrist. His grey eyes followed to the hand, up the arm, and into the crowd. The young man had hoped to find a body at the end of the arm but it seemed this person didn’t want to be seen anymore than he himself. With a swift jerk the arm pulled him into a nearby alley and shoved him against the wall.

“Looky what I caught here. We got us a Ghost, eh Rosse” A commonfolk-ed man spoke through plain grey mask that could have been decent once upon a time. He wore an old miners tunic. The beige top covered in evidence of the days work. While his trousers were a simple brown. “Your head is worth a lot to a lot of people..” The yellow-toothed miner snap out with a grin.

“Not as much as the lottery is, eh Yoki” This was the man that had been referred to as ‘Rosse’. His clothing was of a similar style with a slightly more angular mask. “We will make you a deal, Ghost. You can either enter into the lottery and if you win, hand over all your winnings to us, and we let you go..” This man began.

“Or we can kill you here and now, with no one to put you in the ground” The miner, Yoki, finished. His dirty face plastered with a grin that would have make Demetri’s stomach curl if it wasn’t stronger.

“Well decisions decisions. You know, having me back against this marvelous wall with a couple of men. Haha, couple. Say which one of you guys gets the top?” Demetri asked with his lips curled into a comical grin. This was apparently less funny for the two men before him and a blade was put to his throat by this Rosse fellow. “Hey, calm down Rosey, I would, but I’m afraid that I can’t fill out the application, I can’t read” His grin remained. The two man then began bickering between themselves, unsure of what path to go. Rosse commenting on Demetri’s obvious mispronunciation of his name before the other man reminded him of the more pressing issue.

Finally they decided to fill it out for him. “We will do this for you. You give us the creds, hop a boat, and we never see each other again. You are free and we are rich.” Rosse said as the blade retreated slowly from the Ghost’s throat.

“Fine..Demetri Downes… 28 U-S-E Y-O-U-R O-W-N A-D-D-R-E-S-S, because I don’t have one.” He said laughing to himself as he watched the fool enter in the letters as he gave them. Rosse’s face contracted into an ugly wrinkled thing. “Oh gods help me from this thing” He said lifting his face to the sky laughing once again. The man quickly scribbled out the address Demetri had gave and entered in another, filling out to rest of the application alone.

“Now hand this in, and good luck, for your own sake” The men said as they shoved the paper at Demetri and retreated into the buzzing crowds once again. Leaving the man to himself, he looked down at the paper and, not understanding much from it, took it to get handed in.

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Hello roleplaying world, Ebby here, and she is looking to play a female. After many roleplays of playing males, it gets a little old for me and every so often I need a change. I really don't have a plot idea. However, I watch a lot of anime and TV shows, so I could do a fandom. I am also pretty creative, so I'm sure if we get a starting idea we can make it into our own. I do like magic and supernatural, it just give the roleplay a little twist and keeps it from being boring. So if you're ready to develop and create shot me a PM and lets see what we can come up with.

-Ebby

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The Right Path [Ghost & Ebby]

Bas's eyes shifted sideways to the corner. "I.... I never asked for any of it. I didn't want to be prince. The bowing, the kneeling. Having people dress me and treat me better for acting like I am. Blood means nothing." He said, getting into a rant of his own. He had gone over this at least a million times in his head. This was the reason. He had never told anyone, but it was the reason why he had the mask in the first place. His whirlpool blue eyes slowly made their way back to the servant, and the prince let someone finally see him. This servant of all people, was the first to see him in years, and he had dared to move closer to the prince, causing him to angle his neck more acute. His cheeks slowly began to flush. Bas retreated to his bed sitting on the edge. "If I were you I would have dumped water on me too, so how can I scold you? I..I don't want to be.. me" His rant got muffled out at the end as his hands came to cover his eyes. His eyes started to water, but no sound came from his mouth. He rejected himself for who he was, and this servant heard it all. He could bring himself to yell at the boy, never mind throw him into the street. "you're not a tool. Tools you hold in your hands, and use them to create something new. You pick them up yourself. You are lower class, and I have seen beautiful things from the lower class, love and creation and dedication. I envy you." Bas finally announced as his tears hit the floor. He was broken.

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The Right Path [Ghost & Ebby]

Finishing with his tucking and pulling and trying to keep his wet hair from his face his iced eyes looked back towards the boy. He wore the same look as most of the servants that see his chamber for the first time. His gaze briefly met the floor. This wasn't what he wanted lower class to think of when they saw him, but it was. A prim, well dressed Prince. One that held himself over everyone, and that wasn't who he was. Not on the inside. He swiftly caught himself as the servant turned towards him, and straightened up into a more respectable manner. The mask he slid on was the same emotionless look that had been forced onto him by his father. However, it was starting to crack listening to words of the servant. This man was disgusted by just looking at him. Little by little pieces of his imaginary mask broke and and fell to the floor. He wanted to scream at himself, as well as the servant. It was the hands. It must have been the hands that finally broke him. Pushing his hair over his head towards the back in a sleek style, only held by the water that hadn't dried yet he walked over to the servant maybe a little too closely. He wanted the boy to stop even though he had already finished. "Stop, please.." Bas started, not quiet sure how he was going to continue he sentence. He just couldn't take this anymore. "Stop with the manners, and the highness, and everything. I am just......human" He finished to put it simply. Although his words were simple his tone wasn't. He struggled to keep composure and quickly broke under the stress of his words, looking down at the servant with sad eyes. The seeming to melt away in them before he realized how close he really was, and backed away trying to find his princely manners.

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The Right Path [Ghost & Ebby]

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