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Recently returned from an extended period of. . . not being here, I guess? Looking to start some stories, so gimme a message if you've got ideas you think I might like!
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I mark this spot as mine. Though I probably won't go for any special position. Just an apprentice for now.
I have no problem with that haha. I just get overzealous and I know it's easy to make and use a lot of characters in this kind of game. So it was just a heads up for everyone.
HERE Is the OOC guys! Feel free to head on over and make your characters. PM me if you want any specific positions, plots or pasts! Keep in mind I will only reserve a position for twenty-four hours from the time of my reponse. Otherwise, it is first come, first serve.
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Rogues/Loners
CliffClan
Leader
Deputy
Warriors
Hildrclaw
- Lonewolf -
Queens
Apprentices
Cindelpaw
- TheWindel -
Elders
Kits
Clan Relationships
Mentors, mates, siblings etc
AshClan
Leader
Deputy
Warriors
Queens
Apprentices
Elders
Kits
Clan Relationships
Mentors, mates, siblings etc
LightClan
Leader
Deputy
Warriors
Queens
Apprentices
Elders
Kits
Clan Relationships
Mentors, mates, siblings etc
After a rather harsh winter, during which many cats starved to death, two groups formed under the stars. These cats were united by few who were given visions and dreams in which they spoke with the Ancestor Cats. These cats formed OakClan and BoulderClan. Those who favored the trees came together to claim the territory swathed in foliage, whereas those who prefer the rugged outlook of the mountains became what is now BoulderClan. It's been three seasons since these two clans came together, and their code is still in progress.
Jump to the other side of the mountains, swathed in rumor and mystery, three clans have remained for generations. Once they were four, but a great war split them down the center and those that were left joined the three remaining or left. AshClan finds it's home inside of a dormant volcano, it's heat and acidic life giving them a resistance to the harsher elements of life. AshClan rarely speaks with the other two clans here, preferring their solitude inside of territories that no one else dare would touch. Amid the bowing willows of the great rivers rests the island of LightClan's camp. These cats pride strength, warrior blood, and prowess above all else. They despise weakness, and refuse to take in cats who have never proved themselves. The final, and possibly the most accepting of all these five clans, is CliffClan. Formed largely of loners, rogues and kittypets, CliifClan cannot refuse a cat in need. These cats make their home in the mountains opposite the lake, their camp carved into a clearing encased in rocks and bramble.
OakClan, recently formed, make their home in the forest beneath the mountains. The valley is untouched by twolegs, with a single river running it's length and a waterfall in the west. These cats range in talents, though they take naturally to the underbrush and trees of their territory. Proud cats, but kind, these wild cats are. Rivals with BoulderClan, their leader is a cat of great charisma with the fairest mate of them all - their medicine cat. The cats are learning to behave and work together, though some may have issues with other cats, the higher ups encourage them to work things out. [Unavailable]
BoulderClan, made of cats who prefer the harsh and rugged look on life. They make their home above the forest floor where they cannot see the jungle beneath them. Their camp is a series of tunnels and caverns inside of their mountain. They hunt mostly birds, and lack the skill to climb trees or hide in underbrush, though they are phenomenal at climbing rocks and going unseen against the stone. They're balance is praised. [Unavailable]
AshClan, one of the four across the mountain ridge, makes it's home in a dormant volcano. These cats are resistant to poisonous elements, often coloured in darker pelts and have rather light eyes for wild cats. They're a neutral presence in their home, and make the pines beneath the volcano their territory.
CliffClan, possibly the most accepting of all the clans, live in the forested area of their valley. Their territory is wide and long, their camp in an old quarry abandoned for generations. The closest knit of all the clans they would never turn away a cat in need, even if that cat was an enemy.
LightClan, unlike the others, are brutal in their training. They are Warriors down to the very last fiber. They despise weakness in all it's forms and actively cast out those who are not strong enough to survive. This clan of cats makes it's camp on a small island between rivers, often hunting fish and other predators. Strong swimmers with determination to last them centuries, LightClan will never back down from a fight.
So in case you didn't figure it out, this role play is inspired by Warrior Cats, the novel serious by Erin Hunter, with Clans and history of its own. The game with focus on the growing tension between Lightclan and Cliffclan, with some elements from Ashclan. Recently, Lightclan demolished another clan, the cat that survived either fleeing clan territory or showing up at random in either Ashclan or Cliffclan. Naturally there were very few survivors, and those that did make it, weren't recognized.
Jump to the other side of the mountains, swathed in rumor and mystery, three clans have remained for generations. Once they were four, but a great war split them down the center and those that were left joined the three remaining or left. AshClan finds it's home inside of a dormant volcano, it's heat and acidic life giving them a resistance to the harsher elements of life. AshClan rarely speaks with the other two clans here, preferring their solitude inside of territories that no one else dare would touch. Amid the bowing willows of the great rivers rests the island of LightClan's camp. These cats pride strength, warrior blood, and prowess above all else. They despise weakness, and refuse to take in cats who have never proved themselves. The final, and possibly the most accepting of all these five clans, is CliffClan. Formed largely of loners, rogues and kittypets, CliifClan cannot refuse a cat in need. These cats make their home in the mountains opposite the lake, their camp carved into a clearing encased in rocks and bramble.
OakClan, recently formed, make their home in the forest beneath the mountains. The valley is untouched by twolegs, with a single river running it's length and a waterfall in the west. These cats range in talents, though they take naturally to the underbrush and trees of their territory. Proud cats, but kind, these wild cats are. Rivals with BoulderClan, their leader is a cat of great charisma with the fairest mate of them all - their medicine cat. The cats are learning to behave and work together, though some may have issues with other cats, the higher ups encourage them to work things out. [Unavailable]
BoulderClan, made of cats who prefer the harsh and rugged look on life. They make their home above the forest floor where they cannot see the jungle beneath them. Their camp is a series of tunnels and caverns inside of their mountain. They hunt mostly birds, and lack the skill to climb trees or hide in underbrush, though they are phenomenal at climbing rocks and going unseen against the stone. They're balance is praised. [Unavailable]
AshClan, one of the four across the mountain ridge, makes it's home in a dormant volcano. These cats are resistant to poisonous elements, often coloured in darker pelts and have rather light eyes for wild cats. They're a neutral presence in their home, and make the pines beneath the volcano their territory.
CliffClan, possibly the most accepting of all the clans, live in the forested area of their valley. Their territory is wide and long, their camp in an old quarry abandoned for generations. The closest knit of all the clans they would never turn away a cat in need, even if that cat was an enemy.
LightClan, unlike the others, are brutal in their training. They are Warriors down to the very last fiber. They despise weakness in all it's forms and actively cast out those who are not strong enough to survive. This clan of cats makes it's camp on a small island between rivers, often hunting fish and other predators. Strong swimmers with determination to last them centuries, LightClan will never back down from a fight.
So in case you didn't figure it out, this role play is inspired by Warrior Cats, the novel serious by Erin Hunter, with Clans and history of its own. The game with focus on the growing tension between Lightclan and Cliffclan, with some elements from Ashclan. Recently, Lightclan demolished another clan, the cat that survived either fleeing clan territory or showing up at random in either Ashclan or Cliffclan. Naturally there were very few survivors, and those that did make it, weren't recognized.
Everyone thinks of the silence, but what of the pin that dropped?
Name
Eliza Roze Marshal
Age
Sixteen [16]
Size(s)
44B, 27W, 36H
Element
Light and Darkness
Attunment
Unfortunately for the young girl, her heart aligns more easily with the power of darkness that flows through her. She finds solace in the cold calm of the shadow, the 'truth' she feels so attached to. This swallowing Darkness seems to be all that's holding her together these days.
Fortunately for her, her gift for Light is easier to handle. She manipulates it with care and perfection, only going so far as to what she knows she can do. She likes to expand her limits - but only in private where no one may see her fail. Refracting light into different colours is a favoured pastime, and something she does subconsciously when she is stressed.
Fortunately for her, her gift for Light is easier to handle. She manipulates it with care and perfection, only going so far as to what she knows she can do. She likes to expand her limits - but only in private where no one may see her fail. Refracting light into different colours is a favoured pastime, and something she does subconsciously when she is stressed.
Personality
Calm | Collected | Gloomy | Anxious | Determined | Sarcastic
We judge simply by what we see; much hidden beneath the surface
Eliza is not an optimist, but neither is she a pessimist. She may be best described as a realist, though her ambition to become better than she is, is something she does see as a realistic goal. She lacks a certain sense of peace that often gives others the relaxation that they crave. Eliza, knowing nothing of this, pushes herself to her absolute limit, crashing against that wall time and again until she passes by the obstacle that ceased her personal progression.
On another note, Eliza is haunted by her inner demons, even if she won't admit it since she finds these demons more comforting than the kindness of others. She holds a barrier between herself and others, refusing to allow anyone close enough to realize how truly shatter she is. Her sharp tongue hides her tears, her calm, her inner turmoil. More often than not she is uncertain of who she even is, or what she should be. With multiple voices whispering in your head, it's not hard to lose your way. Who knows if she is even capable of true love, friendship or kindness anymore?
On another note, Eliza is haunted by her inner demons, even if she won't admit it since she finds these demons more comforting than the kindness of others. She holds a barrier between herself and others, refusing to allow anyone close enough to realize how truly shatter she is. Her sharp tongue hides her tears, her calm, her inner turmoil. More often than not she is uncertain of who she even is, or what she should be. With multiple voices whispering in your head, it's not hard to lose your way. Who knows if she is even capable of true love, friendship or kindness anymore?
History
It's the past that we remember when we think of what is to come. We determine our path by passed failures, wrongs and loves. It is that past that holds us back from our true potential. From the fate that awaits us later. It is unavoidable, and we cannot change it. It happened. We must moved passed it if we are to flourish. But never forget the wrongs they have done you. Such reminders are the Truth hidden in pain. People will betray you; no one can be trusted
Huddled in the closet, a blanket thrown over her head and hands firmly pressed against her ears, tears fell from eyes shut tight, figure shivering despite the heat of the small space. Crammed back as far as she could go, back firm against the wall beneath the very bottom shelf, shoes piled in front of her to hide her from view. The girl sniffled, smothering her sobs with her knees and more blanket. Her skirt was torn at the hems, fingers bloody from nails bitten to the quick. Knees drawn close, face shoved into her legs. The blanket shivered slightly, following the erratic sobbing of the child beneath it. The sound of boots being flung aside caused all movement to cease. She froze, eyes wide open, seeing nothing but the darkness created by the blanket, hoping beyond hope that she wouldn't be found there. All hope was lost unfortunately. The blanket, yanked aside, thrown across the room. Exposed, the girl lifted her head, a fresh wave of tears on her eyes. Tear streaked cheeks, all colour drained from her face. Small hands lifted, open palmed, as if she could stop what was coming with tears and sadness. Large, calloused fingers grabbed the front of her dress, yanking her violently from her hiding place. Heavy wind, cold, impact. The wall against her back, head snapped back, sore, swelling, broken. No more tears.
Fingers softly pushed the hair from her face, finding the girls odd colour eyes, lifting her chin until she looked him in the face. Soft, blue, kind. Past forgotten, lips touched in silent embrace. Passion, love; dependence, obsession; need, greed; selfishness, wanting. Limbs entwined, lovers sweetness. Tender touches, starlit gazes. Enshrouded by the moon, the two danced alone on the beach, sand in the feet, stars in their eyes. "I love you."
Eyes wide, watching them. The two unaware she was there. Heart pounding, tears in her eyes. Betrayal. She had known love, felt it, embraced it. Gone now. Forever. Hands curled into fists, nails biting into her palms, ripping open long closed scars. Light gathered, darkened, stained. It flowed through her, gave her strength her Light never had. Driven by her broken heart, she lashed out at the lovers on the beach. "Go to Hell!" Her voice boomed with power, gathered energy. The destructive force broke rock near her, pulverizing it, reaching the two before they had become nothing but pieces and blood stains on the beach. The final time the girl cried, sitting in the pool of blood she had created.
After that the beatings from her father got worse, her lack of reaction driving him closer to the edge as she refused to cry out in pain any longer. She made it to sixteen without another incident, living as she always had. As an average human being with no ability whatsoever. It was only when a man arrived in the small town, far away from the Academy, scouting for potentials when he came across the house they lived in. He watched the home and it's residents for several days before he caught a glimpse of the father beating his daughter, his wife already locked in the bedroom. It occurred to him that this must have been happening her entire life to have such a look of emptiness in her eyes. She looked like a corpse in her eyes, no emotion on her face. It was this man that brought her to the Academy, having had to subdue her and force the girl to listen to him. He had seen the light in her eyes, felt how the hope was leaving her, and knew with it she may well lose her sanity. She was born with a gift for Light, why should she fall to Darkness?
Weapons
A pair of sabers, worn on her hips, crafted by a Fire and Metal Elementalist from her home village. A gift, left in her bedroom while she was away at school on her thirteenth nameday. It was the single sign of kindness and comfort she received for years, sympathy she never asked for but found herself unable to forget. She has since kept the blades polished and sharp. She has since spent days in the forest clearing, attempting to teach herself to use them.
Gear
Upon her discovery mid semester of the previous year, her savior fit her with a set of tough leather boots, leather bracers with steel wire inlaid to strengthen them. Her armor is light, and made mostly of leather and silk,giving her more movement than traditional pieces. She does not like to be held down by weight. She has a large black cloak, lined with wolf fur, soft and warm for winter.
I never said anything earlier; but is that a Jace?
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