WolfHorns

Dragonier (Medieval Fantasy, Dragon Riders, Magic, War)

...they would all be lesser dragons with strictly animal level intelligence and behaviours...

@TheMerlin

Dolphin Dragons...

Descension {A Modern God RP}

Cernunnos || The Horned Gods

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Cernunnos

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𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙏𝙔 & 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉𝘼

Viggo Mortensen | #0b7213

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Gods of the Wilds, Travel, Commerce, and Death

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𝙈𝙔𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙇𝙊𝙂𝙔 & 𝘽𝙄𝙊𝙂𝙍𝘼𝙋𝙃𝙔

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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ 𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬 𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬 Cernunnos is not his true name, nor is it the name of the others. But their names have been forgotten, lost to time as Rome burned their lands and their people. They were many, for each tribe had them. The Horned Ones, as nameless and numerous as the deer. They governed many things. Travel across the lands was only possible because they granted it. Wealth from trade could only be had if the Horned Ones kept the beasts at bay. They governed over the souls of those who were lost in the forest. Those who were slain and devoured by the hunters in the dark. They were gods of the Wilds. There was no animal or plant outside their purview. When Rome and their gods came marching, the Horned Ones pushed them back. But they had no strength. They were usurped by the orderly Demeter. Their vassals taken by the hateful Pluto. Mercury came and pushed back their beasts from the roadways. Diana and Apollo, most foul of siblings, hunted their wolves and bears. And Jupiter slayed them as he walked across their lands. They fled across the lands, watching as fire and order overtook the Wilds. Across the sea did the flee, to the isle of the Tuathe De Danaan. There they consolidated. There lands taken, their domains broken, their names forgotten. Cernunnos is the last of his kind. He is all of them, and he will have his revenge.

▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ 𝗕𝗜𝗢𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗣𝗛𝗬 𝗕𝗜𝗢𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗣𝗛𝗬 My mind, if even I can call it mine, is fragmented and shattered. Or is it whole? With bits and pieces of others crammed in alongside it. I can't tell. Or maybe he can't tell? I'm broken. This I know as I look up to the clear, blue skies. I'm twisted, my thoughts broken and jarred by others in my, our, head. My vision fragmented as I saw those around me. My brothers and sisters, and those of other pantheons. I do not know how I know them, but I do. My very essence saying that it was true. And then I saw them. The Romans. Screaming. Shouting. Pain. Wretching and tearing through my skull. I saw naught but black. And with the blackness came peace. The pain was gone. The screaming was gone. But then I felt hands. Slight and delicate, but with a strength not borne of the body. My fading psyche latched onto those hands. They gripped me tighter and then pulled. I had lost all notion of up from down, but these hands gave it back to me. And then my sight returned, but all I could see was red. The hands were still holding me. "KILL THEM! TEAR THEM! MAKE THEM BURN!" I could hear these and more. They shouted against the inside of my skull. They rattled my thoughts and I could not tear my eyes from the Roman in front of my. I do not remember which god he was, his face was so bloodied when I could see again. His bones were broken, His stomach ripped out. His eyes plucked from his skull. But I could still hear them. My body would not obey me. It fought against the hands holding, the hands showing me up from down. I had thought the war was over, their and my own hatred slacked. But I knew now, with my face twisted in animalistic rage with spittle and unintelligible sounds flying through the air and red hot tears dripping down my face, that the war was not truly over. My cracked heart cried out against these hands. "Fight!" I could hear my voice, but it was not my own. It was twisted in thick accent, but from my throat it came nonetheless. More such strange sounds came from my lips. I know them. Each and everyone of those voices did I know. They were my true brethren, there names now forgotten. This scene haunts my sleeping hours. As I travelled amongst the gods, bound to this black obelisk, I feared myself. I had given my all to that damned war. I had killed many of the romans with my own two hands, and yet here they are. Alive and awake like the rest of us. I can't control them. Those voices in my head. All I can do is hide and beg that no roman crosses my path. As the years have passed I can feel the voices lessening. My own strength diminishing. I had thought that they would fade to nothing. I did not realize how insidious they would actually be.

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THE INNER SELF

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𝙑𝙄𝙍𝙏𝙐𝙀𝙎 & 𝙑𝙄𝘾𝙀𝙎

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx 𝗩𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗨𝗘𝗦 x x x 𝗩𝗜𝗖𝗘𝗦 x x x 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 & 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Quiet Aware Is in love Mentally Broken Volatile Keeps them secret x Cernunnos wants the romans to die, slowly and painfully, but he fears what he will become if he does so. He also knows that if he does nothing, then any semblance of an identity he still has left will be lost. Cernunnos is trapped between the grudges of ages past and the acceptance of modernity.

Martial Quest - Wuxia.

I'd like a piece of this, never tried writing from a wuxia perspective so this will be fun

Descension {A Modern God RP}

Jormungandr || Ragnarok Beast

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Jormungandr

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𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙏𝙔 & 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉𝘼

Linda Brown (bukkitbrown) | #e40513

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𝗘𝗣𝗜𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗧 x x x 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 𝗣𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗥𝗦 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	The Midgard Serpent x x x Norse Ragnarok, Oceans, Earthquakes Gift of the Seas - Jorm is powerless on land. She is no stronger, faster, or tougher than an athletically fit human. However, this all reverts when she is in or on the water, and the effects grow the deeper she is. She need not breath in saltwater. Upon its surface, such as on a boat, Jorm becomes superhumanly strong and can begin to influence the waves around her. As she descends her strength and weight both increase. If she could venture to the bottom of the mariana trench, Jorm would be able to exert the same power she once had. However, she is stuck in Seattle, along the Puget Sound. The most power she can gain here is creating stormy waters, capsizing boats and endangering the lives of those on them. (Does not work in freshwater, must be saltwater or brackish. Effects are diminished in brackish water) xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗦 𝗦𝗘𝗫𝗨𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝗢𝗖𝗖𝗨𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	Jorm Krogh 25 Depending Depending Deckhand on a sailboat, Sophomore at UW xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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Ragnarok Beast

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𝙈𝙔𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙇𝙊𝙂𝙔 & 𝘽𝙄𝙊𝙂𝙍𝘼𝙋𝙃𝙔

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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ 𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬 𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬 I was feared. I was strong. I wrapped around the very world. With a flick of my tail I could sink fleets. With a flex of my muscles I could flood entire villages. With a bash of my head I could cause earthquakes. Not even Thor, strongest of the gods, lift me from my watery bed. No, I was Lord of the deeps. I started as nothing but a worm. I was cast into the depths by the one-eyed. Yes, I remember. I will rise up. With my sister and brother I will take my rightful place upon the land. No god will stop me. There are no bolts of the thunder that can peel my scales, nor gouts of flame that can char my flesh. I am the World Serpent. And to me does this world belong.

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THE INNER SELF

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𝙑𝙄𝙍𝙏𝙐𝙀𝙎 & 𝙑𝙄𝘾𝙀𝙎

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Extracriminal: ..something something.. [NOT Searching]

@Bartimaeus

Shoot, yeah I'll fix that

Extracriminal: ..something something.. [NOT Searching]

Nah I think the overlaps are prolly good for their ability to work together

I mean, most ex-military have at least some knowledge of explosives, and of how to get a base line so they can more easily blend in, and how to use a bloody firearm. So really, I think that they all make sense and would work together fairly well.

Extracriminal: ..something something.. [NOT Searching]

I would like to point out that the Senior was all like MONEY RICHNESS and all our characters so far are ehhh don't really need it XD

And we got Big Boom, Agent 47 but with hair, and then my character who's all "I just walk into places, lol" XD

Descension - A Modern God RP

@Horangi

Hey what's the discord for the RP, I thought it wasn't up yet as it wasn't in the the setting post.

The Tide Will Return (Space, Nation, Fantasy)

@WolfHorns mmm. Hmmm. Yes, I see... Well, they are related, certainly. I should be able to fit your character into the narrative, although we might need to hammer out a couple things. I'll hit you up with a narrative and see what you think.

@CitrusArms

Hit me Citrus! I can take it! I promise....

Descension - A Modern God RP

YES!

Can I call dibs on playing Morrígan? I want to play her stuck in her teenage form and being all angry about but easily calmed by icecream and dogs and whatnot. Like, she's been telling people that she looked like a really young 20-year-old but someone changed the age on her papers to 16 when they moved so now she has to go to highschool and is just generally annoyed at people treating her like a child.

Also Seattle is an excellent choice of setting.

Also, how are you treating derivative gods and goddesses? Like the Morrígan is often treated both as a trio of goddesses: Badb, Macha and Nemain; and as a singular goddess with three forms. Would you want me to write her as if she has multiple personality disorder or nah?

Oh, and maybe the Norse giantess Jarnsaxa whose whole stick is about getting Thor to divorce his wife Sif.

And maybe playing Hel who constantly has to bail her dad, Loki, out of jail. She'll work two jobs. One at the nursery home and the other at the mortuary.