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July 14th, 2007 (12:36 PM). Edited July 24th, 2007 by Loki.
Plot created by: Alter Ego
In the beginning there was nothing but a man, a pristine little mountain valley and loads upon loads of really old money. But as it so happens this is all it takes to make history, at least if the man is none other than King Reginald the thirteenth of Riven, an avid social climber who had moved up from twentieth to first in the royal inheritance line under the course of three months, his predecessors disappearing in a series of freak accidents ranging from leaky boats to inconvenient lighting strikes, as is customary in Riven politics.
Knowing full well the hazards faced by monarchs reigning a kingdom which went through an average of thirteen kings a year - not to mention the usefulness of having a spellcaster or three on your payroll - King Reginald decided to set up a new power in the country to help stabilize his own position: the Enchanters' Guild, an organization for assembling the fragmented community of magically skilled in the country and uniting them to educate new ones. With royal funding and enforcement, the organization quickly grew in both size and power, and with his most trusted associates in charge, the ambitious new ruler believed his position - both on the throne and in the history books - to be firmly secured, although only the latter turned out to hold true as he soon perished in a tragic meteor strike, only one week after having granted an official position of power to the first head enchanter.
The organization that Reginald had set up far outlived its creator, however, and the Enchanters' Guild soon grew to be a new leading political power in the country, as it only took two abrupt changes of rule to prove that telling hundreds of trained magicians to kindly step back and give up on their privileges wasn't a very bright idea.
But of course, even an organization as strong as the Enchanters' Guild changed with time, just as the sovereign monarchy of Riven turned republic and dagger and poison were replaced by the not quite as satisfying but far less messy practice of smear campaigns. The Guild - or rather; the Riven Academy of Thaumaturgical Science, as it is now called - remains strong to this day, however, and what they have lost in political influence they have gained in profitability. Even with the rapidly growing popularity of technology and the trendy new phenomenon of electricity in particular, enchanters - or thaumaturges, as they prefer to be called - remain a valuable asset, and with the decline in public funding, the university has taken to hiring out thaumaturges in training as problem solvers for issues both unusual and mundane, paying the students a commission based on the difficulty of the task, an arrangement of mutual benefit. After all, who would say no to miracle-working power, prestige and money?
On the setting
Riven as a whole really has three things that separate it from the world as we know it:
First, technology isn't quite as advanced; electricity is considered cutting edge (and still isn't commercially available) so obviously the conveniences related to it are out of the question. They do have indoor plumbing, though, so don't worry about that. Real life countries don't exist here, but there are others besides Riven. For simplicity's sake, they aren't listed here, though; so suffice to say that everyone is a citizen of Riven. This does not, however, mean that your character can't have originated from another region.
Second, magic exists in the world, stemming from a peculiar location usually simply called 'the Rift'. For the purpose of this RP, the only relevant fact concerning the Rift is that the only allowed form of magic is enchantment, the art of re-arranging the environment or people's perception of it. Enchantment can't create or destroy matter, only reshape it, and the effects are always temporary. Enchantment magic calls for three things:
- Imagination, to picture the change you want to make vividly in your mind. This determines the complexity of the spells you can use.
- Willpower, and the ability to believe in the changes you make to force them into reality. Lack of will leads to spells failing or misfiring and lack of belief weakens the spell's effect.
- Concentration, to maintain the changes made. This determines the duration of the desired effects.
Many spellcasters have also been known to use complicated hand signs, incantations, and suchlike, but this is usually either for a placebo effect or to put on a show for those who don't know. Also, please note that junior apprentices don't start out with the knowledge of how to use magic; they'll get to learn that as the RP progresses.
Third, there are monsters. Rumor has it that they emerged from the use rift energy, but all official sources have strictly denied this. Regardless, the fact remains that the critters are all over the place. Monsters come in many shapes, typically twisted forms of regular animals or mythical creatures. Although they apparently come in all shapes and forms, monsters in general feed on magical energy, and are naturally attracted to those who wield it. They are, however, too timid to attack larger groups of humans, hence why there usually aren't any found in the academy or the cities.
The events of the RP will take place on the academy campus and surrounding area. The campus itself is located in a verdant mountain valley in the northern part of Riven and features two three-storey dormitory buildings (one for males, one for females), and the main building where classes are held. In lieu with old practice, both dormitories have their own dining hall at the bottom floor as well as separate floors for junior and senior apprentice, while all other indoor facilities are housed in the main building - a sizable tower with various extension buildings of equally varying ages built around it. The campus also features a recreation field - for physical exercise - and a lake, constantly filled by a small mountain stream. A - largely overgrown - forest also stretches out at the eastern edge of the campus, and the surrounding mountains house a complex network of natural tunnels. Both of these areas contain monster populations, however, and as such the forest is off limits for junior apprentices without teacher escort and the tunnels are barred from everyone except faculty.
Where you come in
You - as an RPer - will be either a new student (Apprentice) at the academy or an experienced student who has recently been elevated to the Senior class. This division will be made based on an assessment of your RPing skills, so please don't try to apply for one or the other. A very select few will also RP teachers. Again, this is a choice that is made through assessment of skills, so teachers: don't call us; we'll call you.
Now, on to the reason we have such divisions: this is a school RP in more than one sense. Not only will the RP characters be trained, but you - the RPer - will also receive comments and criticism on your writing from the teacher RPers, so please be prepared for it and act on it. If you think your writing skills are beyond all criticism then go away; shoo. This RP is solely for those who want to improve their RPing, regardless of how experienced they currently are.
1. Attitude decides. As long as you genuinely want to improve, all that is expected is legible writing in a four-line quantity to start up. However, if you continuously disregard the teachers' advice or take offense at corrections then you may well be booted out of the RP. Remember: our teachers are not paid, they are people who are taking the free time out of their lives to help you, so please respect that by making good use of what they give you. Teachers: this doesn't mean that you can flame and bash to your hearts' content; make it constructive and say it as nicely as you can. Let's see mutual manners and good atmosphere, shall we? :3
2. Follow all RP section rules. If you are new to RPing or feel unsure about the rules, please go check them right now.
3. No character control. This is very simple: no-one makes anybody else's character do anything unless the character's creator has said it's OK. NPCs (Non-Player Characters) are free game unless otherwise noted.
4. When in doubt; ask. This RP was made to help people with their RPing, so don't be shy about it. The teachers will be giving as much advice as they can, but if something is unclear or you feel that you haven't been given enough to work with then ask for help either in the OOC discussion or by PM. Also, the teachers might not always have time so you may also wish to ask the non-teacher RPers that have been deemed experienced (I.e. the ones playing the senior apprentices); just remember that they're not bound by contract to help or anything, so please make your requests politely.
5. You may join once the RP has already started, but in that case please post your sign-up in the OOC discussion to avoid clutter.
Full Given Name:
Nicknames (Optional): (Just in case your character likes to be called something besides their real name)
Age: (Teenage and up, please)
Appearance: (The more details, the better. Pictures are only allowed if they are your original art and even then they need to be supported by written description. Also, do remember to include the clothes as well, otherwise your character might feel a bit...awkward. The academy has no uniform, so don't hold back. At least one paragraph, please.)
Personality: (Try to include likes, dislikes, strengths, weaknesses, quirks, habits, fears, hopes, and ambitions. If you've got all that covered then you should have enough in this field already. Remember, flawed characters are loved characters. Mary-Sues and Gary-Stus will be taken outside and shot. :3)
History: (Just a general idea of your characters' life before the academy and maybe a word or two on why they chose the profession. Also, for certainly practical reasons I won't go into, the magically talented need to have lived in Riven at some point of time. It's an ethnic mish-mash, though, so origins may differ.)
Other (Optional): (Just in case there's something about your character that you didn't get to express above.)
RP Sample: (Pick a situation; any situation. Also, note that this field might just make the difference between Junior and Senior apprentice, so give it your best shot and write for all you're worth.)
Students, Year 8
Students, Year 7
Fallen Angel Messiah of Black Roses (Forget the underscore. < <)
July 14th, 2007 (12:58 PM). Edited July 19th, 2007 by Zaiku.
Here comes the world's longest sign-up! XD
Full Given Name: Ace Bladia
Nicknames (Optional): N/A
Appearance: Ace has a muscular build; his arms are rippling with muscles due to excessive weight lifting, other assorted forms of working out and partially because of good genetics. His lower torso has a rippling six pack; He is slim and slender and has barely any fat on him. His face however, is very child like compared to his body, he has a round shaped head, that is connected to his body by a muscular and thick neck.
His skin tone is fair and is quite lacking any tan. The inner parts of his eyes are somewhat catlike and are a vibrant yet calming shade of deep sea blue. He has a petite nose which is quite inconspicuous and an equally diminutive mouth, which correspondingly means he would have the small lips to match his mouth. His eyebrows are full, thick and masculine and are a dark, chestnut brown colour.
His hair is the same dark, chestnut brown colour as his eyebrows and it is easily described as a 7 pointed star. His hair is spiked into seven major spikes, each of these spikes is a lengthy 20 centimetres, two of the spikes are facing downwards, while another two are sideward and the remaining three are upward, the spikes that aren’t directly in the middle, point slightly diagonally, which gives his hair the before mentioned 7 pointed star look. His hair is straight and exceedingly easy to manage, as most Kippsukian born folk’s hair is. (Refer to History for more information about Kippsukia). This is why it is possible to spike up hair that falls below his neck.
Ace’s garments look rather like a traveler’s outfit, around his neck he wears a thin and small deep sea blue cloth scarf that matches his eyes and covers only the bottom of his neck, as it is designed not for warmth, but merely for aesthetic purposes. He wears a pale and aqua shade of blue loose-fitting T-shirt with a medium sleeve that goes up to his elbow and has an X-shaped zipper at the end of the sleeve on the left side and is sleeveless on the right side. This shirt extends all the way down to the middle of his pelvis. Across the chest, there is printed a giant black spade. Along the midriff are two blood red stripes.
On his right arm, there isn’t much except a pale blue wrist band with a small red diamond printed on to it. His left arm is much more decorated, on his shoulder he wears a furry shoulder pad that is a cream colour and a brown leather gauntlet, which on the edge of where it ends is slightly puffy and is a flamboyant and vivacious yellow. On the palm of the hand, there is a red heart shape that covers most of the palm area. The fingers are replaced by shimmering gold claws, so the gauntlet is actually designed for fighting and slashing.
He sports imperial baggy deep sea blue pants, (Imperial pants are puffy and permanently tucked and sewed into socks) which are the same matching shade of both his scarf and his eyes. There are two zippers across the kneecap area, they can be used as storage space, which serves as the pockets that the pants lack. His right sock has a black club (In cards) printed on the front of it. His sneakers are pure white on the top, a plain red at the bottom on the rims and on the heel is a blue luminous ball embedded into each shoe.
For those of you who also want a picture after 7 paragraphs of description, click here
Personality: Ace is a bit of a madcap, he is foolhardy and all of his decisions are big risk, big return choices. Despite these, he is surprisingly patient. He is confident in his skills, which often leads to doing dangerous things that are completely unnecessary to avoid something he doesn’t like. He dislikes being treated impolitely and is a man who commands respect. He often uses violence to do this and often gains a reputation for himself by taking down bullies who mess with him.
Despite this, he doesn’t try to act intimidating and is rather friendly and usually is quick to join a group rather than be alone. He values friendship, whether they are Senior or Junior, he doesn’t like the whole idea of cliques and doesn’t care about how others think of him. Ace isn’t a serious person and when the situation is casual, he is usually joking around and laughing. He has a well developed sense of humour and likes to laugh around with his friends. He acts uninhibited and often overlooks how others would think of him. He also disregards trivial matters such as popularity, acting like the stereotype and doing what everyone thinks is cool.
His two main loves in life are combat and cards, whether it be card tricks, card magic, card games, the casino, he just loves cards and everything that has to do with them. Due to this, it has had a major effect on his fighting style and his weapon. He has a strong mind and can not bottle-up, but hide his emotions from the world with his poker face. He has also picked up on hiding what he is thinking from the world through this face as well, a trick he picked up through card games.
When it comes to combat, he enjoys getting stronger and more powerful physically and mentally. He shapes up his brain and dexterity through cards and his raw power through fighting and weight lifting.
History: Ace was born in the country of Kippsukia in the village of Girardoth. Kippsukia was a rather small rural country, which is made up of many small villages, that didn’t get along and were often fought. Through that, the entire country was at battles between each other. However, since these were just unallied villages, the battle weren’t of high stakes, they all fought with honour and simply for the sake of wagering money, showing their power and to make themselves stronger.
Due to this, anything could be a weapon, whether it is a broom, staff, or even a gardening tool, like a pitch-fork, rake, or in Ace’s case a scythe. As an older child (around twelve), when he was supposed to be working with the scythe, he often took long with this job, much longer that it usually takes. His father soon realized that he spent a lot of time training with the scythe as a weapon. His father Jason was a blacksmith and a mighty warrior, he valued weaponry and always led the village with weapons he forged to defeat rival attacking towns, as Girardoth was always attacked and didn’t choose to start fights.
After watching the skill that Ace showed with his scythe filled him with a peculiar yet powerful inspiration. After a few weeks of intense work, he had forged a completely steel scythe designed for fighting, it was beautifully crafted, with a razor-sharp edge, it had a point on the bottom for stabbing as a spear, so the weapon could be used as both. Where the blade came, was connected to a hollow steel circle with steel X crafted in the shape of an X. At the other side of this, extended four petals, each petal had a different design, a heart, a diamond, a club and a spade. All the steel was a sleek and shiny shade of aqua blue, while the card suit designs were black.
Jason gave it to his son, telling him that it would be his weapon from here on in, that he would first test it out in the battle that loomed tomorrow against a rival town and that the only thing the weapon lacked was a name. Ace had noticed the card suit theme, which his father obviously made crafted for Ace. Respectively, he named the scythe ‘Blackjack.’
Ace had trained with it all night, developing new moves, with names like ‘straight flush’, ‘roulette’ and ‘riffle shuffle.’ He had fought valiantly and brought his father pride. His father was fatally wounded in batle though (injured enough to never fight again and was lucky to even be alive,) which caused them to decide to give up on the dangerous fighting lifestyle and move to Riven. However, that one major battle that Ace fought filled him with warrior's pride, he felt a bizarre emptiness inside himself and he realised he missed battling.
When he had heard of the Riven Academy, it sounded like a beautiful dream to him, being paid to do tasks that often involved fighting and learn magic along the way. He had bid farewell to his parents and set off to the Riven Academy of Thaumaturgical Science.
By the time he was fifteen, he had become adept with magic and become a Senior student.
RP Sample: Skyru felt his greasy sweat dabbed all over his face, his usually collar-length flat and straight hair was frizzing slightly, it was clear that the humidity had taken its toll on him. He was hoping to find his brother, who had ventured into the labyrinth a few days before Skyru had. His brother Jayden had entered with a goal to defeat the legendary monster that was said to reside within the labyrinth’s core.
The labyrinth was an old and nameless structure, its walls were covered in a thin layer of gelatinous slime and the ground was covered in impure water all the way up to Skyru’s ankles, the liquid substance on the ground had traces of the wall slime in it. Worst of all, the labyrinth was intolerably humid. He had his lantern out in front of him so he could light up the pitch black place. The only sounds that could be heard were faint and eerie echoes that couldn’t be made out.
After hours of aimless wandering, he had taken out an apple from his backpack to eat, it was faintly slimy and was vaguely wet, but all of his food was, so he had consumed it without hesitation. He continued his desperate search; he had turned his lantern to a wall to find it was dabbed in dark red splotches; they smelt the harsh stench of flesh and it was clearly blood.
A bizarre tingling sensation had filled Skyru’s body from head to toe, the blood was fresh, from at least hours ago. The echoes could’ve been the noises of Jayden’s pain. His expression grim, with hot and angry tears forming in his eyes, Skyru ran forward. As he ran, the labyrinth had gradually been increasing in brightness, in the end there was no need for his lantern and he had arrived in a strange room which was presumably the core.
This room was like a dome and there was a ladder at the end that had led to the exit. The walls were illuminated by countless candles that were burning wraithlike blue flames, lighting up the room in a blue hue. On the floor, a green circle was painted with a star within in. It was clearly the mark of the beast. The room was lonely, so bare and chilling. The humidity had seemed to fade away from existence, to be replaced by a ethereal vibe that made Skyru’s hair stand on end.
Skyru felt goose bumps forming on his skin; a sinister and hideous laugh had filled the room.
“Ah, it’s time for my next meal already,” uttered a terrifying and macabre voice that had echoed in a spine-chilling manner.
The mark of the beast on the ground had seemed to illuminate and the rest of existence had seemed to fade away and all that remained was the mark of the beast and a psychedelic background. A three headed dragon like creature had seemed to form into existence from the colours, blood drooling from all of its sharp and ferocious mouth’s, Jayden’s blood.
All of Skyru’s fear had vanished, something wicked had opened inside him. Rage had fueled him on to fight. Nothing mattered to him at that moment, nothing but solely the death of the foul beast and the retribution of his brother.
“I swear to you, I will avenge my brother! You shall be slain!” Skyru had exclaimed with tears rolling down his sweaty cheeks and into his dirty hair.
He drew out his oversized broadsword with no intention but avenging his brother, the power that was running through his sore body was incredible! He firmly grasped his weapon and charged into battle fearlessly and with an iron and unwavering resolve.
July 14th, 2007 (2:01 PM).
Can I get a reservation for year seven Jyukai?
July 14th, 2007 (2:20 PM). Edited July 19th, 2007 by Rena.
Full Given Name: Dahlia Karyna Lindbergh .
Nicknames (Optional): Dahli (Daah-lee), Karyna (Kah-ree-nah), Kary (Kah-ree.)
Appearance: Dahli is pretty; and this is what she knows. Dahli is petite in size, standing at a accustomed size of five and six inches. She scales the size of 98 pounds. Dahli’s skin is a raw shade of tapiocca pudding, pale and creamy-looking. It goes well with her attributes. Dahli has a fair tone of fair, it is a flaxen color of champagne. It ringlett’s down to her mid-shoulder, and is always well-kept, sometimes in a ponytail also. Dahli’s bangs are parted in the middle and are towed off to the side of her heart-shaped face.
Dahli has an hour-glass figure. She is quite skinny, and she is like that because she doesn’t eat that much as she is supposed to, and because she is well exercised. Dahli adores running, and walking to different places, and that is why she always takes a different route that is longer on the way to her classes, but that is why she is usually tardy. Dahli also can do a cartwheel, a feat that in her old town was a way to criticize people, and to put people into gifted classes in her school also (But of course it’s also the intelligence level.) And so, Dahli has a odd quirk of not eating to much, though has caused her small, petite body.
Dahli was built for endurance. Not strength. As so, her muscle aren’t much that of a body-builder, but stronger then ‘he who sits at the television watching reruns eating barbecue potato chips.’ All those years, they have increased Dahli’s sense of reflex and flexibility also. Sports fits Dahli’s athletic look. Dahli is a healthy girl, though one case of viral pneumonia that seemed to go almost right after it started. Only visited by the common cold, flu, fever, and upset stomachs every once in a while. A habit that Dahli has always had was her tendency to pick or bite her nails. So, they always seem to be flat, without a manicure, but still a speck of dirt once in a while.
Dahli has eyes that she is usually teased for, and this is the only attribute that Dahli despises, but yet, makes them seem like they are actually unique, and beautiful. Yeah, as if. Dahli is a Heterchromiac, and for you vocabulary grubbers, it means that her eyes are two different colors. Her right eye is a cerulean color, that always gleams against the sunlight, that Dahli is usually gloated in. And Dahli’s left eye is a dull almond color, and it always seems like one big pupil. The answer for this is that Dahli has retina deterioration with this eye, and can only see a blur with it, though she refuses, to get glasses, and be called “three-eyes..!”
Dahli’s nationality is principally Swedish. With her pale, though gleaming complexion, her tender facial expression, and her fair blonde hair, the tone of champagne, it’d be easy to tell. Along with this nationality and ethnics, come a few attributes of genetics. Dahli also likes to celebrate the country’s holiday, St. Lucia. Dahli, as the oldest of her siblings, wakes up early in the morning and puts her flaxen hair into circled braids, and a white blouse-dress. Along with a wreath that graces Dahli’s graceful complexion, with red berries amongst them, she then creates a breakfast for the other of the family, lucky Dahli. Anyways, she took that with her and now wears it every once in a while.
Small appearance quirks of Dahli are that first, Dahli has a bump on her nose, after her ditzy self ran into the wall, when she thought it was open. Also, Dahli has many freckles that are like an army speckled all over Dahli’s body, mostly because Dahli’s long exposure in the sunlight. She has also broken her right arm, and she had to learn to write with her left arm, which has now made her ambidextuous. While also, Dahli’s body is quite flexible and she can go into splits, as she likes to show off. She also spends time pampering herself in the washroom, and it has become a second home for Dahli.
Dahli’s attire is most likely like an academy uniform or a school uniform. The topwear she usually wears is a white under-tee that is pure and never stained by Dahli’s circumstances, it also has a collar that holds a necktie that is a crimson tone. The also is plaid and kept neat when put on. Over those is a dusty ashen over coat, which is made from a wool-like piece of fabric, it nests over Dahli, keeping her warm. She wears a skirt that has the same fiber as the tie, a scarlett color with a plaid texture. The school’s badge in a gold textile is sewed onto Dahli’s attire. On her feet, she wears onyx mountain boots that are capable of hiking long distances.
Besides what she wears for classes, you can find Dahli with basic long jeans, khaki shorts, and anything else a teenage girl can get her hands on. You will usually see Dahli with her blue denim jeans that are worn and slight sun faded. Dahli’s jeans are more then loose for her. Making them seem like too-big bellbottoms. Never worrying about a belt or anything else similar to hold them up. Her upper apparel include many different T-shirts and blouses. Dahli likes more vibrant, or more darker colors, both she likes. Most of her T-shirts have different logos on them or slogans from famous script writes. One of Dahli’s favorite blouses is her has a cascade of colors, from a pale blue to a pale violet. As for footwear, she wears the typical boots as her uniform, a few sandals and flip-flops, though she mostly wears her pale pink colored sneakers.
As they say, accessories are a girls best friend, Dahli’s to be exact. In her dorm, she keeps a box that is oak and locked with a key. In it are Dahli’s most prized accessories. Though, Dahli always wear her puka shell necklace that is bleached and hanging around her neck. And sometimes, a pendent is around her neck also, it is a shape is a paint splash, and is an opal, with a multitude of beautiful colors, it is on a silver chain that is oversized for Dahli. Silver bangles graces Dahli’s small, skinny wrist, and jingle with the tingly sound of small bells, and sometimes, a charm braclet is also on Dahli. With seven charms; a watermelon, a auburn cat, an apple, a witches hat, a silver ring, a wine glass, and a book.
Personality: Dahli can have her world described in two words: childish and complex. If not for this, Dahli wouldn’t be herself. She is full of curiosity and innocence, vibrant and warm. Dahli loves games that keep her full of energy and excited. She takes the hard way out always, and the longest, which is a bit of a quirk for Dahli. A glass half-full person, with the fact that Dahli is also not cynical. She is not easily frightened, and is collected in odd situations, just not the fact that Dahli is excited when something odd happens, a squeal of “I have to go write this in my diary..!” That is, if Dahli lives. She a strong girl, and can endure some pain, though she always has a tad of pain at Dahli’s legs, due to the walking to class, then finding out she’s late and running like a cheetah.
Dahli likes many things. Sweets, which keep her awake, are just one of them. Dahli also adores supernatural things, and lots of different magical creatures. Her favorite is the unicorn. Though, people in a lower class than Dahli aren’t that appealing to her, so she tends to aim sarcastic and rude remarks at the lower classman. And the people with her are usually on good terms with Dahli, if they aren’t rude to her, while she also respects the teachers, but not on a higher level of authority than herself. Dahli is very self-confident, and always thinks about herself more then others. And in a form of this, is the way that Dahli pampers herself, primp and clean.
Impish and optimistic, Dahli is a reincarnation of these two words. She’s sly, knavish and will usually order people around using this prodigious ability of hers. Dahli teases and makes people think less of their selves, while her frequency of sarcastic remarks will only make the first-impression of her worse. Dahli is one of those people that can turn the world upside-down with a small hint of a smile, grin, smirk, or just her lips turned upward in a happy position. She's blindly optimistic and never takes a chance to make the scenario more clement, sunnier. She's upbeat and perky, and tries to make the best of the situation, another recitation. In precise, Dahli is hyper, acts like a toddler, is buoyant, and not aghast to bellow.
Dahli is just as hotheaded as everyone else is. Her temper can be easily broken and she would cause a straight-on riot. Steaming mad, mad, just angry, Dahli’s emotions always seem to be one of these. She is constantly pushing herself to her physical limits and indeed that of the academy's. Headstrong, courageous and plucky, Dahli is very energetic and enthusiastic, always on her feet (or bouncing on the balls of them) and this seemingly boundless energy is quite contagious. Most of Dahli's friends, after spending a good hour with her or so, will soon be looking at things with her view; that the world and all its contents are just one big playground. And whenever questioned about what she does and why she does it, she can prove to be quite irritable, often snapping: "Because I can! What more do you want from me?!" For some odd reason, possibly grandeur related, Dahli is quite stubborn and does not like to be questioned on her decisions. It's either her way or the high way, for lack of better words. This has proven to be her downfall on more than one occasion, but she constantly gets back up. There's seldom anything stopping her.
Dahli isn’t particularly one to speak up in a crowd, unless she has something important to say. However, her idea of “important” isn’t normally the same as everyone else’s. Her personality is full of tomboyish quirks, such as an extreme love for the outdoors. She finds it fun to explore and search out any artifacts that may be of use, hoping that one of them might actually be worth something to her training or to the battle at hand. But besides that, her biggest and most noticeable quirk is the strong belief that she is actually a male stuck in a female human’s body. She denies that she’s a girl at times, and she’ll probably never accept that she actually is female. This usually calls for some humor between ther classmates, labeling Dahli as a he-she, a boy, a male, or even worse, Dahrion, a boy’s name. Though she believes this, she doesn’t tolerate any teasing about her, not even if it’s a strong belief.
History: The Lindbergh family was a prestigious family in the town of Gίven, which was known for the different arts and crafts, while Dahli’s family was in the center of it. Her father was a famous blacksmith, her mother was a weaver, her older sister was a sculptor, her younger brother was a writer, and Dahli was a drawer. Though, Liechen Academy, the town’s school, was based off the creativity, and intelligence of the person applying, while the children separated into ‘cliques’ depending on if they can do a cartwheel or not. Dahli, who was creative, intelligent, and could do a cartwheel, was a bit pampered. In the class of Alpha, which was the highest. Due to this “high life.” Dahli had nothing to worry about, she had friends, she had family, she was happy
Though, her father was almost never home, due to the fact that he had lots of work to do. Though, this guilt was lashed about by her father when she always brought Dahli things, preferably shiny things and different artifacts. And that was how Dahli had become this spoiled, childish, yet complex girl. Though, once again due to her father’s work, the Lindbergh family had to move to the enchanting town of Riven, Dahli had been fascinated by everything there, and soon, everyone began to know Dahli, and always say a hello or hi.. Attention was drawled on Dahli, and she loved it, though her school had not been as nice, it was no matter that Dahli could do a cartwheel, though still got into the prestigious class, and still had been pampered. Soon enough, scouts from the Riven Academy of Thaumaturgical Science had been assigned to give Dahli the chance of being able to learn there as an apprentice, Dahli, being a ditz who didn’t think: accepted.
Other (Optional): (Just in case there's something about your character that you didn't get to express above.)
Wasuremono Residence - Academy Grounds - Training Ground 7
"Okaa-chan! Aiko-chan is leaving the residence!"
These were the first words Aiko bellowed out to her beloved mother. It was morning, and the sun's rays crashed down upon the residence of the Wasuremono's. It was proving to become an optimistic day. But never was it melancholy in this cottage, as the two ones who dwelled here were glass-half-full, optimistic persons.
Aiko skipped - skipped?! A genin, or even ninja shouldn't do that - anyways, was walking down the cobblestone path. Today, Aiko decided to become barefoot, and placed her sandal sinto her pouch. The stones greased against her feet, but Aiko didn't mind; she was to busy in her own mind to notice the seering pain. In her (empty) head, Aiko was thinking about the outcome of the teams.
Who will Aiko-chan's sensei be, and what about Aiko-chan's teammates?
These questions were working inside the depths of her head. As Aiko soon arrived at the academy grounds, she took a deep, deep breath. Then prayed for her to have super~duper teammates, and a good sensei. One more thing she prayed for was the gender of everyone. Please let someone be a girl! She recited that all over her head and wished it would come true. Or else, she'd be stuck with, guys! Nose picking, diaper pooping, rude, ugly, cootie central, boys ~! And Aiko glanced at the paper, it read;
Led by Manuhie Hong
~Meet at Training Ground 7!~
Aiko took a deep breath and read it over again, her sensei was Maa-nu-hee Hong, and teammates were Kii-nu-ten Sagi, and She-suu Missiro. And she realiazed, that those names weren't meant for girls. And those were pretty weird names, who has a name like Hong-chan? Sagi-chan? Missiro-chan? Or Aiko-chan. Oh wait, that was her. The names finally worked into her head leaving a heartbroken Aiko.
"IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Aiko-chan is stuck with boys!"
The scream Aiko created was screechy and could make anyone in a miles radius cover their ears. While only just noticing the silly stck figure drawing that appeared on the poster. Aiko giggled at it and said, sensei is bad at drawing, before realizing she drew that way too. Aiko blushed a bit then a shade of pink but soon walked to training ground seven.
When Aiko arrived there, there appeared to be a bunch of jonin, Aiko didn't know what they are doing. "If Aiko-chan has an all boys team, I would have those two boys who were sitting, somewhere. And she just appeared by them too, Aiko grinned a rainbow and replied;
"Aiko-chan is here!"
; he's got an opinion
and posted suggestion
July 14th, 2007 (7:41 PM). Edited July 16th, 2007 by Loki.
OOC//LULZ you people and your crazy long sign-ups. Sorry, I couldn't find a way to describe the shoes. xD;
Full Given Name: Sanzatelane Coatl Erutenmine
Nicknames (Optional): 'Sanza' [SAH-nn-zah]
Appearance: With a petite build, Sanza stands at the height of 5' 4", weighing in at only 106 lbs. Her arms and legs are much too skinny, her chest is flat and her curves are only bare minimum. But even with such a small and unintimidating frame, Sanza still maintain's a very high poise, always standing tall with her head head high, sharp blue eyes calculating and much too wide. Her porcelin skin is extremely pale, though unlike one would believe, it isn't sensitive at all, and is actually pale to the point that one might say it glows. With hair the color of straw, Sanza makes up for her less-then-beautiful hair color, by making sure that her hair is always perfect down to the last strand, setting the body to be progressively curlier as you reach the tips, which end at the small of her back. Her bangs are cut straight across, just barely above her eyes, along with a few uneven strands to make it look less pencil-cut. She always spends a good hour every morning, painstakingly examining herself in the mirror and fixing anything that might not look perfect. Sanza's make-up is always light, but visible, as a little touch of pink or orange to glow on her cheeks, lip gloss to shine her lips, and occasionally the vibrant green, purple, or blue on her eyelids, just incase she's not having one of her 'perfect' days.
Sanza is always wearing the latest fashions, and in one month, she can wear practically the same outfit every day of the week, simply in different colors. Although, there is one recurring element in her wardrobe, and that is that she never wears full-length pants. Capri's and shorts are perfectly fine for Sanza, but during the cold months, she wears either long skirts, or a shorter skirt with woolen tights. It's Sanza's policy to never wear full-length pants. Her current outfit is a form fitting halter-top with a silver ring on the base of the neck, made of a delicate satin. The top is long enough to cover her mid-section, barely ending above her mid-thighs, while a black pleated skirt pokes out from underneath, the pleats lined with white. On her feet are a pair of strange shoes, round toed with a black tip and white body, however, the middle is open, covered only by one black strap that is parallel to another, which is connected to the white 'boot' part of the shoe. The slouchy boot is only ankle high, tied in the front by a black satin ribbon, the two and a half inch high heel black and pointy enough to poke a rude man's eyes out.
But no stylish outfit is complete without accessories. With a thick silver bangle on her right wrist, and three smaller silver braclets on her left, both threatening to fall right off her skinny arms and wrists, Sanza has no problem with showing off her perfectly french manicured fingers, short enough so that she can do things without being troubled by them.
Personality: Sanza, though seemingly perfect in appearance, is extremely vain and narcissist in personality. With the worst personality of the year, Sanza is completely self-serving, and looks down on everyone around her, regardless of status, appearance, money, or abilities. As a teacher, she is strict, and though blunt at times, always manages to have a stroke of luck and not step too out-of-line with her criticisms. She has no problem with using her appearance to get what she wants, and even less of a problem using her bad attitude to get it. Sanza has a short temper, and can be very easily compared to a stubborn mule. Poke and prod said mule to move or put in more effort then mule wishes to put in, mule will shake off all cargo, regardless of how precious. Sanza has a horrid habit of giving up on something in the middle of it, as she has no qualms with leaving something incomplete. This normally gets on the nerves of just about everyone around her, however, she doesn't let it bother her, as though the stupid and less blessed morons around her may exceed her greatly in number, she sits high on her ego, knowing that they don't exceed her in value.
However, when Sanza first meets a person, she likes to give off the impression that she is an extremely kind and caring person. This usually ends up with the people who know her well avoiding the suddenly cheerful monster that replaced the real monster. The only thing Sanza cannot live without is compliments. Much too high on her throne, she is seemingly immune to humbling, and quickly brushes off anything that may mark her as anything less then the ideal image of perfect. Even if the ignorance of the mark may not be done in the most graceful way, she has various abilities, and her last resort plan is to completely ignore the person who tried to make a mark on her perfect reputation, until they stop insisting that she's made a mistake.
History: Sanza was once a true vision of purity, her personality, was flawless, even if her appearance was a little shabbier then everyone else's. This was an honest Sanza, who called herself by her middle name, Coatl. Coatl lived in this model image, through her entire life, until she turned 18. At this emotionally tender age, Sana fell into a deep and hopeless love with a thaumaturge who was hired out to help in her town. Though the stay was short, and it wasn't long before the man left, leaving Coatl to think about him daily. Convinced she would never see him again, she slightly gave up on her love and continued to live with her facade. However, two months later, with a great stroke of luck, the thaumaturge returned to her town, and it was then that she hurriedly confessed her great love for him. He simply laughed it off and told her that he would never like a shabby girl like her who couldn't perform even the most basic enchantment. Crushes in her romantic aspirations all at once, this hit as a crushing aspect, Coatl's hatred toward the man who so quickly discarded her twisted her over a period of time, and when she announced that she would be attending the Riven Academy to become a thaumaturge, everyone was shocked beyond speech. Switching her middle name back to just being a middle name, she took on a new personality, a hateful, spiteful one, but also yearned to become the most beautiful creature any being would ever lay it's eyes upon.
After joining, she excelled at enchantment, and was unusually promoted very quickly. All the things and changes that had happened to her, she was determined to show and rub into the impudent man's face, however, try as she might, she couldn't find the man, and it eventually slipped her mind. At this point, she was on the brink of her birthday to age 20. Meeting a friend named Jilken who was friends with her even with her evil and selfish side, she spilled her story, without the slightest bit of embarassment or sadness. After she told Jilken of the story, she stopped searching for him, and as irony would have it, after she stopped looking, she found him. However, she had lost her desire for revenge, and simply ignored him as she passed him by. Neither really recognized the other, and that was the way Sanza preferred. She would best him at everything without involving him.
Other: Sanza has a certain hatred towards men, but due to her irritating personality, you can't really tell that she's particularly snappish towards the male population.
RP Sample: [Taken from Bleach: Rise of the Demons, different forum.]
A pair of wide eyes stared out of the window unblinkingly, not seeming particularly interested by the sight before them, or their surroundings. The expression that coupled these eyes was as flat as the eyes, with lips that lazily hung slightly open, a nose that was still and looked as if the owner had stopped breathing. It was a rare moment where a happy grin wasn't spread from one side of Tōya's face to another. In fact, Tōya's mind was completely blank as he listening to Dokutsume ramble on and on. He was right. It had been a long time since the last fight in which he'd been released. He was right. Tōya had flatly avoided releasing him during the few missions he was sent on. He was right.
There was more action at the desk as a captain, rather then the battlefield as a shinigami.
The door slid open, the movement silent as Tōya's thoughts whirred back into motion, and hitching up a smile, the boy rushed onto the handrail of the fence that stood around the corridors of the second floor. Pushing himself onto the rooftop, he pushed away the echoes of Dokutsume's hiss of a voice, the malice that dripped like sweet honey from every note. Stretching his arms towards the sky, Tōya took a deep breath and lay back on the warm tiles the arched slightly, perfect for a nap. However, Tōya had found the tendency, or, paranoia, to not close his eyes when someone might possibly run into him. As such, all entrances to his bedroom were closed when he slept, and Dokutsume muffled and crammed into a trunk that sealed sound within it's confines. For some reason, Tōya was beginning to find himself more and more alone after the alliances with the Vaizard.
It probably wasn't due to the alliance itself, but his interaction with other's had began to slowly deteriorate.
However Tōya had finally finished the pile of paperwork that seemed to be cranked out of a machine daily, a pile of paperwork that never seemed to finish itself. However with a little help from a sympathetic vice-captain, the paperwork was finally done, and Tōya had had something to distract him from Dokutsume's voice in the morning.
The day was going good.
It was just a little too quiet.
And Tōya was a little too bored.
July 14th, 2007 (9:44 PM). Edited July 15th, 2007 by Đ a r κ.
Full Given Name: Ventus Virtus Volcurn
Nicknames (Optional): People usually call him Ven but his closer friends call him T.V. which stands for Triple "V".
Appearance: Ventus has a some what slim body that reaches to about 5'2. Yea so he is a bit small and a little skinny but not to the point where you can clearly see his bones poking out. Although you can easily see his veins at some points of his body such as his right arm and the top right side of his neck. His arms and legs are a bit harry but really, what teenage boy's arms and legs aren't harry. It is for this reason why Ven likes to wear long pants. Ven has long eye lashes, nicely curved eyebrows and dark brown eyes that shine nicely in the light. His hair is pure black. It too shines in the light but much nicer than his eyes. His hair has a little bit of spike and a bit of a fall out tone that falls to a few inches above his chin. In the front, Ven's hair is spiked out while in the back it falls down. There is one streak of hair that Ven has highlighted dark green. This streak of hair curves in front of his left eye. Ven has lots of freckles but not to the point where they cover his face. Above his lip, you can clearly see hair beginning to grow into a mustache. Ven's skin is a mixture of black and white, making it a light brown tone. His feet are a bit big so he likes to think of it as an extra push when he swims. His hands are kinda small and his fingers are slim but not long. His hands are the only part of his body where you can easily see his bones. Oddly, when Ven moves one of his fingers, one of his veins lap over the bone. Ven's ears are like the rest of his body, small. They don't fall away from the head like some do. Ven's forehead is probably the biggest thing on his head. The last thing is Ven's nose. It is curved and is said to make Ven look cute which annoys him to death.
Now for his cloths. On his head, Ven wears a dark green headband that has skinny black zigzags running along the middle of the headband. He wears this to match his dark green streak of hair. On his hands, Ven wears black, sleeveless gloves that have an ocean blue circle in the middle of the gloves where the top of his hands would be. Around his neck, Ven wears a necklace that has a clear white sphere that resembles wind. It was passed down to him. Ven's shirt is dark blue and short sleeved. Around the middle of the shirt, there is a white swirling line that also has a small line of black in the middle symbolizing yin yang. On the back of the shirt there is a black swirling line with a small white ling in the middle also symbolizing yin yang. Ven also wears a long-sleeved vest that stretches to his waste. This vest is black and has a white outline. Like it was said before, Ven wears long pants. He wears dark blue jeans that look to have faded near the knee. They also have a chain along the right side near the pocket. They fall all the way down until they fall on his shoes. This makes seeing his entire shoe impossible. The part of the shoes you can see are black with grey along the soles. Near the middle there are curved designs that go all around the shoe until they hit the point where they start.
Although Ven wears all this, he usually puts on a black cloak that covers him almost completely. Another thing to add is that Ven has the bad habit of slouching although he tries not to. Basically, Ven is mostly covered and doesn't show much of his body.
Personality: Ven's personality is similar to what his name means; wind. He is the kind of person who fallows what others do. This is usually because he has a hard time thinking for himself but this doesn't mean he'll do something he doesn't feel is right. When ever he is in a team, he never volunteers to be the leader. He says that he is much better at fallowing directions rather than giving them. He just flows with what he feels is right. He is easily convinced to do things which conflicts with how he doesn't do things he doesn't feel is right so he constantly fights with himself. This drives Ven crazy and causes him to become confused at times. This can usually distract him from something he had been focused on. Ven goes to his friends when he starts to fight himself. This is part of the reason why he just flows with others. At times, Ven believes that there is another side of him and that is the one fighting him so Ven, at times talks to himself which causes him to gain attention from others. Ven likes to wonder about the impossible and what life would be like if something were different. During times, he likes to draw or write stories of what he's wonders about. Ven and his family are a bit superstitious. They believe in good and bad luck. A stone is passed down the family that is said to bring them good luck. Ven has a little dis belief in this, for ever since he gained the stone for his twelfth birthday, he began to have the conflicts in in head. One thing Ven is glad about is that no matter what decisions he makes, he always feels that he made the right choice.
Ven likes to think of others before himself. No matter what kind of danger he may be in, he always puts his friends or teammates first even if they haven't been nice to him. He believes that if you do good, it will come back to you, but even so Ven doesn't do nice things just so he gets something in return, he also does it to be a good person. Ven rarely makes enemies, instead, he tries to make friends. Ven has a saying that he often says which is that there is power in numbers but there is no reason for numbers if they are not one...*More MAY come*
History: Ven lived in a place called the Tasogare Town which slept in the country of Makura. For some reason, the sun rarely shown it's light upon this country. The country could not grow plants because they would not get all the nutrients they would need so the country's government set up a treaty with another country so that they could ship some of their vegetables and fruit. Do to the lack of light, robberies were very common. One day, Ven complained to his mother that he didn't like it in the village and wanted to move to another country. His mother told him that she had been trieing to save enough money so that they could move to another place but they wouldn't be leaving any time soon. The very next week which was Ven's twelfth birthday, he was on his way home from school. He noticed thieves coming from his house. Ven ran into the house and looked for his mother. When he found her, she was half way dead. Ven was so scared, he didn't know what to do but cry. His mother held something in her hand. When she opened it, there was a white sphere. She told Ven to hold on to it no matter what. Ven wondered if that was what the thieves were after but before he could ask, his mother died.
Being twelve, this memory was a little easy to not remember but deep inside, Ven still remembers. After a year, his father came to take custody of Ven. No matter how much Ven didn't want to believe this, he still wondered if what happened to his mother was meant to happen so that he could escape this horrid place. Ven's father lived in a place called Rivon. When Ven arrived, he had many wonders of what future this place holds for him. About a year later, Ven thought of joining a place called The Rivon Academy Of Thaumaturgical Science. He figure that if he learns what he can learn here, he may be able to do something useful is someone is in great peril instead of sitting and crieing. It was at that moment where he chose to join the academy. Being the superstitious type, Ven thinks that he was able to make this decision on his own because of destiny.
RP Sample: "Ah, the sun always makes me feel so sleepy." Ven said as he peacefully laid on the damp grass that wasn't too wet nor too dry. The grass didn't look anywhere close to being old and crumbled, it was just right for a sunny day like this. The wind began to pick up and blew through both the grass and Ven's hair. Ven suddenly began to hear voices near by. Ven slowly knelled forward and turned his body half around. "Oh, the kids have just gotten out of school. What-" Ven had noticed a rather immature boy bullying a younger boy. "I am just not fond of kids who push others for fun. Should I do something? Yes, I must go and help. But then i'd most likely cause the younger boy embarrassment but if this bully continues to do this, the young boy will be scared." Ven began his daily conflict with himself. "Ow, leave me alone!" The younger boy pleaded. "That's it, i'm helping." Ven decided as he lifted himself firmly up off the soft grass. He marched over to the bully. "Excuse me, is everything here all right?" He asked. The bully replied before the younger boy could even open his mouth. "Yea, we were playing a game, that okay with you?" The boy said without the littlest respect. "I don't like to make enemies but I will if I must. I saw you bullying this young man a while ago. Now apologize and leave him alone." Ven commanded. "Your not the boss of me, I don't even know you. So back off." The bully said as he shoved Ven back. This created some attention from the other kids that hadn't yet left the school. Ven finally convinced himself that the bully would not stop unless Ven could show him that he meant business. "Ok then, have it you way." He finished as he tried his hardest to concentrate. Suddenly, the ground beneath them, covered by a side walk lifted. You could easily tell that the kids were frightened by the way they shivered like a Chihuahua just taken out of a pool full of ice. "Run, he's going to hurt us!" They yelled as they fled away. The earth then went back to the way it was. "Are you ok little boy?" Ven asked the young man who had been bullied. He was shivering also. Wasn't very surprising since kids aren't used to seeing such things. Ven attempted to calm him down, it took about half an hour to do that. After, the boy thanked Ven and ran home to assure his parents of his safety.
July 15th, 2007 (2:04 AM). Edited July 17th, 2007 by Alter Ego.
Jyukai...you misspeeled the thread title. No cookies for you. D= Okay, maybe just a little cookie because posted this. Yay!
Also, Omni; there's not point at all in reserving since you can join at any point of the RP anyway and no-one except Zaiku (and me, once I get around to the sample) has even finished their sign-up yet. We're pretty much bound to wait so more people get a chance to post/finish their sign-ups, anyways. :3
Oh, and just as a reminder for everyone: this is not set in the world as we know it, so real life nationalities and countries don't exist (Avoid those terms altogether, please), though of course you can just invent a similar placebo country if you feel like it. :3 Aaand...I think I'll stop drabbling now. Sorry, but as the plot and setting writer I get these little stickler urges. >.<
And one more thing: remember that it's not the size of the profile that matters; it's what you write in it. ;D
Full Given Name: Barian Beowulf von Wemeren
Nicknames (Optional): Grayfang in certain inner circles, but otherwise Barian has no need for nicknames, although a certain associate of his insists on calling him 'B.B.', much to his annoyance.
Appearance: Standing at an impressive 1,8 meters and weighing a respectable 76 kg, Barian often gives a more intimidating impression than he intends to. His body is fairly muscular, not a bodybuilder's or anything but enough to prove that he's no pushover in a brawl, even though his overall frame is not that sizable and the somewhat narrow shape of his fingers and face create something of a contrast with the rest of his body, and his proud pose - back straight and head held high - further serves to accentuate it. Barian's hair - while not dyed as popular rumor suggests - is gray in color, consisting of countless bangs formed in shapes similar to bat wings which give his face a slightly sinister appearance, especially when coupled with his eyes - a piercing blue pair that usually bears an unnervingly impassive look. His skin has been worn rough and tanned substantially darker than the usual light Riven pigment, a testament to countless hours spent under the glare of the sun, and the minor scars found on various parts of his body serve as proof that he didn't spend that time goofing off. His nose is fairly small and ends in a sharp point, and even his ears have a slightly pointy shape to them; features for which Barian was thought of as an elf for a time by the more gossip-happy students of the academy, although Barian has always dismissed any notion of a connection between himself and such fairy tale creatures as utterly ridiculous.
When it comes to clothing, Barian is plain to say the least. His typical attire consists of a simple black shirt, a pair of same-colored trousers and a pair of gray shoes with soles so worn that they can be felt through. Well, that is to say that it started out with a shirt. Over time, Barian has grew frustrated with the way sleeves got in the way of his fighting style, and eventually made the choice to remove them, resulting in a garment whose name he didn't know and honestly didn't care to find out about. The top of the garment also ends in a thick turtle neck that hides Barian's neck from view. While this change was viewed by the less knowledgeable as an attempt to show off his physique, anyone who has been around Barian knows better than that. The only thing he wears in the way of accessories is a simple silver chain with a sizable fang attached to it, an object he wears even while sleeping for reasons he has yet to share with anyone. Barian also wears a pair of black gloves which he usually only removes when a technique he uses calls for it. At times, he has also been known to put on a brown, hooded traveling cloak to make himself look slightly less conspicuous.
Personality: Something of an introvert by nature, Barian usually only speaks when he sees a need to do so and tends to put his words very bluntly. When something is wrong, he's the first to say it and tell the offending party precisely why it's wrong and how the situation should be corrected, much to the annoyance of certain associates. To his mind, there is no reason to mince words and deny facts and he is equally plain in speaking his mind when asked to, whether or not the other party approves. He's also got a bit of a taste for sarcasm and irony, but beyond that most forms of humor are beyond his grasp. Barian is also used to observing his environment - a habit that has grown on him during his time on the field - and is just one of those people who's eyes always seem to be following you. He's genuinely unaware of the unnerving effect this has on those around him, just as he fails to understand why so many people take offense at his remarks. Needless to say, he's a bit of a stick-in-the-mud socially, not so much out of actively avoiding company as out of a complete lack of understanding for small talk, and although even the direst battle situation usually leaves him completely undisturbed, the same can't be said for large social gatherings (something he avoids whenever possible). As long as there is something to discuss or get done, Barian is on the ball, but when it comes to just talking (particularly about himself) he's at a loss and usually tries to brush the situation aside, a habit which has left him with very few friends. Barian is, however, a reliable associate, and can be counted on to deliver what he promises. He also has a strong personal sense of right and wrong and will not hesitate to act on it, regardless of what others think of his actions.
Barian's attitude is reflected in his spells as well. While most enchanters focus on flash and extravagant displays, his brand of magic is almost a direct opposite: small, focused, purposeful effects backed by an ironclad presence of will to compensate for the slight lack of imagination. Barian's specialty is self-transformation, one of the most demanding fields of enchantment, and since his own body is the only material he needs to perform these spells he has no need for weapons or other tools to perform his tasks. His signature form - the one that earned him his nickname - is that of a sizable, wolf-like beast, occupied only when he truly wishes to kill his opponent, although rumor has it that there is one even more powerful technique which has yet to leave witnesses to tell the tale. The shapeshifter himself has yet to comment.
As a teacher, Barian is a bit of a difficult case. He is very demanding, particularly of talented students, tirelessly pointing out flaws and suggesting improvements while rarely giving more than a scarce few words of praise, and the blunt way in which he gives his comments is a frustration for many of the less confident. On the other hand, he's also very devoted and diligent about his job, and does care for his students - albeit in his own, gruff kind of way. The problem is that, try as he might, Barian just can't seem to find the right words to express his feelings on something that isn't a correction.
History: The last offshoot of a faltering noble family, ever since he was a small child, Barian was raised on the tales of the legendary Rift Knights, a band of spellcasting warriors sworn to defending the rights of Riven's royalty as well as the country itself. When the monarchy waned and crumbled, however, so did the status of the Von Wemerens, and thus the young Barian was also subjected to some of the more bitter tales of the era by his grandfather (the last von Wemeren to be officially knighted). Spellbound by the old man's tales, Barian quickly decided on his chosen career, much to his far more modern parents' distaste. Proudly declaring himself a knight-to-be, Barian took to developing and following a strict personal code of morals - much like the ones the real Rift Knights followed - and with all the youthful pride he put behind his assertions, it didn't take long for him to get into fights with the other children in his neighborhood, quickly diminishing his circle of friends and leading him to a proud sort of solitary living. As soon as he came of age, Barian applied for the Riven Academy, set on proving those who had mocked him wrong, and although his spells were hardly top-notch, the sheer fervor with which he wished to realize his goal served to fuel them and he eventually graduated, a fully licensed thaumaturge.
Still set on his goal, he then proceeded to enlist for a military campaign currently waged in the neighboring country of Tegnor, proud to maintain the family's warrior tradition. One mission led to the next, and for a time Barian was truly happy, earning himself a formidable reputation for his fearless fighting style and even finding the kind of connection with his war comrades - most of them older than himself - that he never could seem to make with his own generation. As the years went on, however, he grew increasingly disillusioned with the 'glory' of his country's war efforts - witnessing first hand many of the atrocities that being committed and the suffering they spread among the innocent - and after losing a close friend (and nearly his own life as well) in an ultimately futile skirmish, he had had his fill, wordlessly embarking on an attack of vengeance before retreating from the field altogether, never even bothering to collect his wages.
Upon returning to his homeland, however, Barian found that all the honorary mentions in the world apparently couldn't earn him as much as a janitor's job, realizing the unfortunate backlash of not accepting the 'bloody money' from his mercenary days. He still had no friends in the city, and although his family took him in, they certainly didn't avoid reminding the prodigal son of what his foolish ambitions had caused. The time that followed was the darkest in Barian's life and as days of unemployment stretched to weeks and eventually months, he came very close to a mental breaking point. It was then that he caught wind of a teacher vacancy at the very academy he had studied at. Moved by a mixture of desperation and nostalgia, he applied for the job, and - much to his relief - got it. Since then, Barian has lived on the academy campus, always making sure to cut any dreams of a military career amongst his students off right at the root.
Other (Optional): N/A
RP Sample: (Copy-pasted from Ancient Dynasty, because laziness is contagious and I don't like sitting here with an empty sample field.)
The somewhat thin and abnormally pale lips curled up slightly in contentment, long, nimble fingers moving in a complicated series of motions as they reorganized the the cards spread out across the table, their identical backs moving around in an almost eerily smooth manner with only the faintest of rustles giving away their motion. He knew that this process was pointless, that it wouldn't impact the end result in the least, but there were certain rules to this art which one had to follow.
The man's gaze shifted ever so slightly to identify the person who had entered while the hands continued their work as if nothing had happened.
"Yes, Vincent?" perhaps it was just the executive's imagination, but Slythe's voice sounded far more detached and serene than what was normal to him and the fact that there was but a single little lamp illuminating the room didn't exactly ease the sensation, casting peculiar shadows across the pale bussinesman's features as it did. Still, Vincent reminded himself, making people feel uneasy was what Slythe was all about, no doubt this was just some new technique that the Viper leader wanted to try out before meeting his guests.
"The time for the ceremony is now, but only five of our guests have arrived. Should we proceed without them?"
"No." Slythe replied airily, continuing to shuffle the cards as he did so, "Let them wait for a bit, I want everyone to be present."
Vincent nodded, "Understood." he replied, "I'll dispatch a few men to-"
"That won't be necessary." Slythe replied, briefly lifting up a hand to silence the executive, "They are on their way here as we speak. I can sense it."
The executive raised an eyebrow, "Sense it?" he echoed taking care not to make his scepticism too open, "With all due respect, sir-"
"Did I say sense?" Slythe replied, "I meant to say that I recieved an observer report on them. My apologies, I have a lot on my mind."
'My apologies?' Vincent had serious trouble masking his shock at this, when Slythe apologized to his employees about anything something was definitely wrong.
"Sir?" he asked, "Are you feeling quite allright?"
"Never better." the Viper executive replied, "Now if you'll excuse me, I have certain matters to attend to before the ceremony begins."
"But sir-" Vincent insisted, "I need to tell you about one of our contestants, Kyoko, she's-"
"I'm certain that you'll have covered that quite well in the report you sent me earlier." Slythe interrupted, "And when I asked you to excuse me, I meant to say that you are dismissed. Return to your duties."
"I-" Vincent began, but then thought the better of it, bowing curtly, "Yes, sir. I'll keep you informed."
"I'm sure you will..." Slythe replied, barely sparing a glance in Vincent's direction as the executive backed out of the room, closing the door behind him.
"Keep me informed..." the Viper executive laughed quietly for himself. It was a hollow, eerie laugh that spread across the room, lingering there barely noticeable, like the faint remnants of a lethal gas, as he spread out the cards across the table, carefully selecting eight of them and placing them in front of him.
The faint smile returned, "...I already know precisely what's going on..."
And sure enough, he could tell every card before he even flipped them face up, quietly naming them as he flipped them up in order, his smile growing slightly wider at each correct prediction.
"The Empress, the Strength, the Moon, the Star, the Hermit, the Fool, the Chariot and of course..." he was almost grinning from ear to ear at the last card, "...the Hanged Man. All the pieces are coming together, and soon..." he reached out his right hand complacently, selecting one more card from the pile and placing it in front of the others, "The wheel of fate turns..."
Featured Theme: Patchouli Knowledge (Touhou Project)
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Best viewed together, profile customization still in progress
Scandalous Maido Love Affair and Pair: Phani
Estranged Ex: The RP Section Rules
Sworn Rival For All Eternity and about five minutes beyond: Chibi
Illegitimate Lovechild: Mika
Card-gaming Beta on a Leash: Scarlet
July 15th, 2007 (10:01 AM).
I mispelled it? :x Well. That's okay.
BECAUSE THAT'S EASILY FIXED. MUAHAHAHAHA.
Anyway, updated the Students and Teachers list on the first post. I personally think everyone's got a good sign-up. :3 (Those who are done anyway.)
July 15th, 2007 (10:20 AM).
Anyways, I do have to agree: sign-ups are looking very promising thus far.
So FINISH THEM peoples. >O Okay, so maybe I shouldn't be saying that with my own still lacking a sample, but still. xD
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Best viewed together, profile customization still in progress
Scandalous Maido Love Affair and Pair: Phani
Estranged Ex: The RP Section Rules
Sworn Rival For All Eternity and about five minutes beyond: Chibi
Illegitimate Lovechild: Mika
Card-gaming Beta on a Leash: Scarlet
July 15th, 2007 (10:46 AM).
IT'S STILL SPELLED WRONG? >O
FINE. I'LL SPELL IT EXACTLY THE WAY JOO DID.
I don't see why you bolded the I though. D: I put an "i" there didn't I? Or what is it, RIven? @-@;
July 15th, 2007 (2:47 PM). Edited July 16th, 2007 by Chibi-chan.
Full Given Name: Illyabera (Ill-E-ah-ber-ah) Jannet Evangard
Appearance: Illya is around 5"6 inches and has a rather slim build. Along with the slim build, she's rather dainty in physical strength, so her fights are usually verbal or deal with magic. Illya's skin is slightly above pale while she has a regular sized bust; but she's not one to brag about her features. The one thing that she does like to pamper about herself is her light-colored blonde hair, which extends to her waist and almost looks beige in light. Illyabera's eyes are a chestnut brown.
Being high maintainince, Illya likes to dress that way as well. When it comes to attire, her motto stands that "A well made girl is an efficient girl." To keep her hair away from her face, Illya decorates her hair with two gold disc-shaped clips which pull her hair back and leave her bangs out in front. Illyabera's favorite colors are any shade of purple and gold to go with it. Her top is a violet sleeved button-down (gold buttons) vest which meets at her matching violet skirt. The vest is collared and the shoulders of the sleeves are covered with a cloth that reaches an inch from her elbow. Illya doesn't believe that girls should wear pants. Ever. If it gets cold, wear plum colored stalkings. Her shoes are normal one strapped, white, heel-less Mary Janes. Besides her hair clips, the two other accessories on her person is her light purple bow that is one inch below the collar of her vest and her white gloves that she wears because she's a super germaphobe. The gloves also help her to channel her magic.
Personality: Illyabera at first glance is not a very approachable person. If you are the same age as her (16,15), it's best not to approach her. Illya likes to be in control of things around people the same age as her. She can be considered as bossy and downright mean if something is not going the way she likes and she feels she can gain the advantage to get her way. This is only good when she's unrivaled. Because she's skilled in magic, she can back up her threats, but if she's attacked by a group of people she begins to feel intimidated. Because of this, she's never had a friend her same age and sometimes prefers it that way because she feels that friendship can restrict her own personal freedom. "Rivals are more exciting anyway" is her mindset. Slowly, they could involve a arch-rival relationship or an odd kind of friendship, but the case is rare. Deep down, Illya is scared of getting close to anyone.
When it comes to people that are younger than her, she can be amazingly helpful and encouraging. For her, it's like being the motherly influence that she never experienced. People who are older than her she never argues or bickers with, mainly because she feels intimidated by older people. If the older person though does not keep through that gift of dominance that she gives them though, she'll begin to hold them in less esteem. Flippancy isn't something that she'll tolerate by anyone older for the reason that those people aren't people that she'll look up too. Besides helping those younger than herself, Illya doesn't love anything else. She's not flirty or very giggly around anyone. She's had a few people in the past though who have accepted her coldness though and are around her age. She denies them as friends but treats them like sidekicks and rants her feelings towards them. When it's someone younger though, she likes to be the one who listens. She's not that good with people, but that just might be the closest she'll get to a person. The one thing that she hates regardless of age is teasing. Even if she despises the person, she'll defend them from any kind of mocking or prejudicial verbal abuse. This is somewhat hypocritical due to the fact that she'll coldly lash out if someone is annoying her, but she hates for others to do so. Especially someone older to someone younger. Of course, this doesn't mean she'll like you or anything; she just hates to watch people getting picked on unless she's doing it.
Pride is her major fault and 'spacing-out' is another. Overconfidence and flippancy are her most hated attributes in a person. If she doesn't like you, she probably will never like you. Anyone who demeans her will instantly be asking for trouble; whether it's a fight or even revenge. Criticism is hard for her to swallow, but she'll try her best at doing so (with 50 questions on why it's wrong). Over her prideful disposition, she's forgetful; but not in a clumsy way. She'll fully exaggerate into the lengthiest lie ever to cover it up. Overall, Illya is competitive and assertive, but has a secret soft side way way way down. But that's reserved for younger people.
History: Illyabera was born in Riven the bastard daughter of a rich countess. Her mother had had an affair with a Enchanter while she had already been engaged from birth to another rich Duke. Unfortunately, the Enchanter died a few months before Illya was born in war. The fact of her pregnancy was soon found by the Duke, and under stress, the countess died in childbirth. Illyabera was taken in under the title as the true daughter of the duke along with the riches of the countess, even though she constantly pushes herself to be the perfect daughter for the Duke because of her own embarrassment of her mother. The only people she's ever really met are the nobles that have come to her foster father's dinner parties, noble guests, and the young maids and servants along with the cooks. Her only 'sidekicks' are her two young maid twins Hisui and Elli (She likes to send them letters). Illya had always been interested in magic, but the Duke was the one who sent her to the Guild. Feeling the need to prove to herself to the Duke and to advance herself in magic, she joined the Enchanter's Guild.
Other: Illya's been locked up most of her life being taught privately and enjoying the luxury of just being rich. She doesn't understand friendship to begin with because she's barely had any, so half of the cold things she says she doesn't really mean. Her favorite possession is a stuffed white rabbit called Karrot.
RP Sample: *Copy pasta from The Third Chime* a.k.a, best RP ever.
After being blindfolded and taken away, she had waited at least half an hour in the darkness that covered her eyes. Finally, it was time to take off the blindfold. She had never thought that this would be easy, the stillness seemed to ring threateningly in her ears. Her hand, which seemed to be moving uncontrollably grasped the scarf to untie it from her eyes. I've got to be calm...I can handle anything... she reassured herself. Her once unregulated breath nor became regular. She could handle whatever was coming...she was Salem Suki! What couldn't she handle?
With this, she uncovered her eyes and let the scarf drop to the ground. Darkness. Nothing but darkness loomed around her. Praying that her eyes would adjust quick enough, she clutched the black pendant around her neck tightly. She waited, not making a move, until she could see some of her new environment. She could make out certain heaps composed of something here and there, grass..a few bare trees...and what seemed to be a rather large puddle of something in the middle of where she was.
Sighing out of sheer nervousness, she began to walk towards the middle of the field (or what she thought was a field) until she was near the puddle. She peered into it, but because of the darkness, she couldn't see anything but a pool of blackness. The sudden impulse of human curiosity began to overcome her as she edged nearer to the pool, hoping to see what exactly it was made out of. Unfortunately, that didn't help either. She gave a small grunt of annoyance and placed her hand into the liquid. The second she did that, she knew exactly what it was. It was blood. She was in a forgotten graveyard...or place of some horrific battlefield. A split second after she touched the pool of blood, she felt a strong, burning sensation rose up her spine. She had felt this before. The same time she had felt a spirit go right through her. Within another moment, she felt as if the puddle was dragging her under; into whatever depths it went into.
Terrified, she screamed, and held onto a root of a tree while inside the blood, unknown currents seemed to pull her farther under. Her screams to her great surprise seemed to be returned by the echoes of snapping bones and clashing metal. [The heaps were moving...and they were moving towards her. The corpses' white glowing eyes seemed to swagger towards the pool, which she was using her energy trying to escape from. Their swords and spears brandished, a skull grin on their faces. Salem then knew for a fact that if she climbed back onto land, she would be slaughtered by the undead. Her only choice was to be consumed into the pool of blood. With that, she swallowed her fear and let go of the branch and blacked out; letting the blood and burning sensation consume her whole.
★ /★ /★ //★ /★/★
July 15th, 2007 (3:22 PM).
Okay, well i'm finished. I may add some things but i'll inform you if I do.
July 16th, 2007 (8:19 AM). Edited July 17th, 2007 by Scarlet Weather.
Leh gaspyeth. I haven't signed up yet. Now, what to do for a name... let's see, I spy with my little eye... Okay, that'll do.
Name: Eran Camerith
Nicknames: "Cheeseface", "Egghead", and "Scumbag". Obviously, he doesn't want to be called any of these things, but...
Appearance: Standing at about six feet, Eran has a fairly imposing height, balanced by his fairly boring brown eyes. His hair is a tawny, gingery color, and his face is pockmarked with small scars from his last outbreak of pimples. Fortunately for Eran, said acne is in the process of clearing up. His inability to permanently get rid of his pimples through the use of enchantment is a constant source of annoyance to him, particularly around others his own age. In terms of clothing, he wears a long, heavily embroidered robe made from black fabric and trimmed with golden tassels, handily purchased from a vendor using money from his outside job, along with a set of serviceable trousers. When on a journey or a similar assignment requiring a more athletic set of clothes he exchanges his robe for a simple brown homespun shirt and occasionally a brown cloak to go with it. He hardly ever wears any sort of protective armor, preferring instead to rely on his skills with illusionary enchantments in order to hide himself. He does, however, keep a cheap dagger up his sleeve at all times as insurance, being the paranoid person he is. His shoes are nothing special, being of common make. His eyes are constantly rimmed by a pair of gigantic, horn-rimmed spectacles. Physically, he is actually fairly weak in comparison to others, relying on enchantments for self-defense.
Personality: Eran is only a nice person to be around if you happen to be older, wiser, more powerful, have something he wants, or posess some combination of the four. He has an ego that, were it a physical creature, could probably swallow the land of Riven itself with no problems, and a superiority complex that causes all seventh-year or younger students in the academy to wince whenever he walks into a room. Unfortunately, this superiority complex did not come with any great wit for insulting others, so as far as that goes he is easily outmaneuvered. His more dangerous attributes include his desire for vengeance against anyone whom he believes has slighted him and an almost obsessive-compulsive level of paranoia. This, coupled with a natural gift at crafting short-term, non-physical enchantments makes him a particularly venomous individual, and not one to be trifled with without a proper level of preparation. Eran has few qualms with manipulating people or events to his favor, and doesn't posess any strong loyalty to persons other then himself. He doesn't have very strict morals, believing that in all situations the ends justify the means, and tends to have a certain objectivity about other people, not considering their emotions. All in all, he's really fairly selfish.
Eran does posess a few redeeming qualities, however, but he isn't likely to let anyone around the academy know about them. He has a soft spot for animals, particularly birds and dogs, as well as a gift for entertaining small children. He enjoys reading, playing the lute (which he isn't all that great at), and listening to musical performances. He also has a knack for putting jigsaw puzzles or similar constructs together, possibly stemming from his skill in the field of geometry. When he does get past his natural paranoia enough to open up to someone, he tends to be fairly sincere, and doesn't often lie outright, an ironic quality considering that most of the enchantments he is able to work are simply illusions, producing little to no physical effect.
Eran is frustrated by his own failures. While he is gifted at creating effects that aren't entirely physical with magic, for example, making himself appear to be a monster for short periods or making a bar of lead look and feel like gold, he cannot produce any physical change in an object without incredible effort on his part. His anger at his own failures often compounds and results in a temper tantrum of sorts, which usually culminates in his locking himself in his room for long periods of time, drumming his heels on the floor.
History (Oh, come on. I really hate history sections.): Born into a well-to-do family of merchants, with a hard-working and somewhat greedy father and a really, really ditzy mother, Eran grew up in a fairly comfortable environment. When he reached an age at which he could work, his father immediately indentured him into the service of a nobleman. Eran detested the serving life, believing that he was destined for greater things, and so one night he slipped away, carrying a fair amount of the nobleman's silver with him. At some point in the nobleman's house, he had heard that the Riven Academy had an opening for a student of about his age, and he was determined to take advantage of it. Curiously, the school's head accepted him instantly, perhaps recognizing Eran's natural talent. Within the next four years, Eran had advanced to the senior class, where he is currently located. Unfortunately for him, certain impediments are keeping him from furthering his career, but he has openly stated that he will try to remain at the school for a year or so afterwards once he graduates, probably in order to pick up everyone else's secrets.
RP sample (Taken from "Rise of the Privaron", by Asch): Still smiling, Ryouta turned to the black-haired shinigami who had just leaped up the building, carrying an unconscious girl. Before he could even begin to wonder who she was, however, a dense mass of reiatsu appeared, followed by what he could in all honesty describe as the ugliest looking arrancar he had ever seen- granted, he had only seen a few arrancar, and most of those from a distance. He barely waited to hear the orders of the girl beside him- now wasn't the time to make plans or draw up strategy anyway, now was the time to fight, and hopefully terminate with extreme prejudice. With a graceful, fluid motion, the cat-like shinigami slipped his arm beneath his uniform, grasping his zanpaku-to. Against an enemy of this size, he had learned, the best way to get yourself injured was to make the first move. As his eyes narrowed to feral slits, he tightened his grip, just as he heard the two shinigami of the group who seemed to be the leaders draw their blades and activate their initial releases. "Don't want to be left out of the fun, now do we?" he muttered, before leaping towards the arrancar in what he hoped to be a surprise move, pulling his blade from its sheath as he did so.
The gamble, however, did not pay off this time. Hissing angrily, the snake like beast swung its arm at Ryouta's gut, neatly knocking him several feet into the air. Wincing in pain, the shinigami pulled himself out of his fall, neatly executing a quick backflip that returned him to his original position on the skyscraper. "He's... strong." he muttered, as he dropped to one knee, panting. With noticeable effort, he pulled himself to his feet, as his smile narrowed to a near-glower. "Looks like I've got to make an adjustment..." he muttered, before grabbing the folds of his shinigami uniform and throwing them aside, revealing the tattered sweats and sleeveless shirt beneath. "Heh, didn't expect to have to go all out against my first opponent- guess I underestimated arrancar, nya?" He asked.
The arrancar was circling him slowly now, sizing him up as if Ryouta were a mouse, and he was some kind of barnsnake, preparing to strike and swallow his prey whole. "Die!" the monster hissed, lunging forward at speed that seemed nearly impossible, one massive arm poised to pound the gunk out of its target. As it landed however, expecting to feel its fist pounding into flesh, it instead felt the bite of concrete. Confused, it turned its head upward, only to see a still wincing Ryouta drop down, sword in hand, and use its head as a springboard to leap over the edge of the building.
Ryouta's move, however, was far from suicidal. As he fell, he muttered to himself, "Extend your blade to the heavens, and tear apart the cosmos! Come out," he muttered, as he reversed his head first dive and drove his sword into the wall, "Natsuhiboshi!"
Instantly, the blade of the long, keenly sharp katana Natsuhiboshi had been until that point transformed, instead becoming a yard-long, double-hand-width broadsword. Along with this change, a small stream of glowing, blue sparks shot from the blade's handle as it began to draw energy from the earth. The particles themselves immediately began flowing into Ryouta's body, replacing his lost vigor and slowing his rate of injury. With a toothy grin, the shinigami planted his feet on the skyscraper's wall, pulled out the blade, and at the same time leaped, propelling himself back towards the top of the skyscraper with mighty bound, just as the arrancar turned away from the edge.
Because of the arrancar's rash choice to count Ryouta out of the fight, it suffered its first injury. Turning away from the edge, it left its back exposed to the returning shinigami. It was too good an oppurtunity to miss. As Ryouta leapt over, he swung his blade in a quick arc, cutting a shallow gash along the arrancar's shoulder. Hissing, the beast lashed its tail at Ryouta, which he narrowly dodged.
Jeez, this thing moves faster then I thought... the shinigami thought to himself, I really might die if I don't shape up. My only hit so far has been a lucky shot!
There. I boldified everything, now are you happy?
July 17th, 2007 (12:08 AM). Edited July 23rd, 2007 by Phanima.
Full Given Name: Mokona “Soel” Modoki
Nicknames (Optional): Soel [ Soh-el ]
Appearance: Soel stands at 172 centimetres and weighs an approximate of 65 kilograms. He is tall but also lean, although has small areas of built up muscle across his arms, chest, and legs. The contour of his face represents an ellipse at best, but is also rounded across the jaw line, giving his face a sturdier look. He his eyes are large and are of a full brown colour. His nose is thin along the bridge and becomes rounded across each nostril. Each ear is curved almost straight back but is lifted up from the sides of his head, in proportion to the other details of his face. These are also partially covered by his black messy hair.
His hair is of a very dark colour and covers the majority of his head, to the point of being long enough to frame his face. Each fringe in the hair derives from the top of his head in a counter clockwise rotation. However, being messy and extremely unmanageable, it is often hard to tell. The direction of his hair differs across each side but covers his head appropriately to not looking obscure. The colour of his hair is an extremely dark black, thus appearing clumpish and very messy from a distance. His hair is Soel’s main asset, and he treats it as such.
Soel’s main attire often involves long trousers, a collar shirt, and high top shoes. Following the convention of the usual academic uniform, he has dressed himself accordingly, unaware of the school’s lack of need for uniformed students. Thus, over his torso, he adorns a long sleeve white collar shirt, which remains unbuttoned, revealing the undershirt underneath, and has each sleeve rolled up to just above his elbows. His undershirt is also white in colour, short sleeved, and has no collar. Soel’s trousers cover his legs appropriately, but also appear quite loose, giving them a baggy or slightly bigger appearance than they really are. His trousers are a dark grey in colour and each leg reaches just past his ankles. Each foot is also covered by a white ankle sock and matching brand sneakers.
Soel’s final accessory making up his attire is an item that he received when he had turned thirteen, and has worn ever since. A single spherical earring pierced into his left earlobe. The small ball is blue in colour and spans a diameter of 1 centimetre. It is infused into a gold bearing that holds the blue jewel in place.
Personality: Soel is a well-mannered and kind person but is also very serious and takes his relationships with others in the same manner, very seriously. He has admitted social problems, and is trying to become more outspoken, but often tries too hard and is often crushed emotionally and fails socially. He unfortunately takes the words of others too personally, which often leads to fallouts in new relationships that he has established. However, because of this social ineptness, he strives to solidify any existing relationship he has become involved within, and thus strengthens the bonds between him and his current friends and family.
Among close friends and relatives however, Soel’s personality often detours from his initial serious but placid attitude, and he becomes more approachable and open. When his feelings for his friends and family are established and there is a mutual liking between him and others, his personality becomes almost bipolar, and he can sometimes, again, get carried away. He almost always has the best intentions in mind, but can have obscure or inappropriate ways of expressing them. This could present him in a manner that can appear both oblivious and sarcastic, but not to the extent of insulting others to make himself appear more likable.
Soel is generally a kind and well-mannered teenager upon first meeting, and he also takes many situations seriously, to the point of acting above his age and maturity to sort out whatever situation he has become involved within, however, underneath his initial attitude and disposition, once he has established bonds and close relationships with those he cares about, he becomes much more open and genuine, which may or may not be a good thing.
History: Soel was born into a complicated bloodline of mixed magic users. His mother’s heritage derived from ancestral magic that resided in the region of Riven. His father’s magical abilities however, had originated from one of Riven’s opposing nations, causing a rift in his mother and father’s families’ ties. His father was ostracised from the family, forcing him to leave Riven, his wife, and his only son. From this, Soel became the remaining region’s heir to the Mokona name, which was also shared by his mother, being her maiden name.
Born into a magical family, Soel was brought up with the expectation of maintaining and hopefully exceeding the proud family name. To secure his growth as a magician, as well as a suitable heir, an induction ceremony was held in his name. The ceremony was conducted on the thirteenth year of his life and was also when he received his most valued possession. An enchanted earring in the shape of a small sapphire ball was pierced into his left ear as a sign of being a true descendant of the Mokona family. The earring itself also possessed some magical power, but it cannot be utilised until its wearer has magically matured. A matching ruby earring however, would be presented to a descendant of female orientation but being the only child of the current generation, and male, Soel received the sapphire earring and grew up as the lone heir.
Despite his curiosity, Soel was told little about his father and his corresponding heritage, and was raised under strict family law. He was taught simple spells and enchantments, but much to his displeasure, the majority of his bringing up, was focused on the history of his ancestors and the Mokona family. After turning fifteen, his magical abilities were beginning to slow, and his official inheritance of the family was drawing ever closer, thus increasing the pressure for him to become more efficient, magically.
Soel has now advanced to the first senior class of the academy, with the hopes of becoming proficient enough as a magician to inherit his family’s name.
Other (Optional): None
RP Sample (Taken from “The Pokemon League”, by Phanima): The selected trainers were scheduled to arrive within the hour and Miles was becoming anxious awaiting their presence. He was obliged as a member of the Sky Island’s trainer board to assist the arrival of the new trainers and to basically become their guide to the island and the upcoming tournament. However, he was also a participating trainer of the Sky Island Pokemon League under the invitation of the National League, and the concept of becoming the sole carer for his future opponents bothered Miles. He didn’t understand that out of all of the other officials under the management of the Pokemon League that he was chosen to guide and assist his own competition. However, despite his moral objection, he found the concept intriguing.
Since he worked for the National League and didn’t have much time off work, he didn’t have a lot of friends, none to be precise. The simple aspect of mingling with other trainers and Pokemon around his age and experience interested Miles. He soon found himself looking forward to becoming the group’s guide when he thought about the different personalities of the trainers and the breeds of Pokemon that he might see. Plus, their time together would also give him and his future opponents a chance to study one another for the soon-to-be-announced tournament.
Miles rested against the counter of the reception desk centred in the stadium’s entrance. He sighed as he thought about the upcoming tournament and his following duties. His main priority was to greet the new group of trainers and become their guide to the island and competition, something he had not intended on doing when he first volunteered. However, the longer he thought about his position, the more he became interested and excited. The island’s first official Pokemon League was going to be a big celebration and it was Miles’ job to make sure that the tournament proceeded as planned, so his main priority was to make sure the tournament’s contenders were comfortable. Realising and accepting his thoughts on the matter, Miles suddenly realised that an hour had passed and he was due to meet the new trainers. Regaining his composure, Miles made his way to the entrance’s front doors to then see a small crowd heading his way. Opening the doors, Miles stepped forward as the crowd approached the stadium’s main threshold.
“I guess a welcome is in order,” Miles began with a smile, as the group arrived. “I’d like to welcome you all to the Corona Heights Stadium, the official Pokemon League tournament for Sky Island. You will be spending the duration of the tournament here in the stadium’s facilities. There are the trainer cabins to the east of the complex for accommodation as well as a variety of Pokemon related services around the main arenas. Of course, there are a number of Pokemon arenas situated throughout the stadium where you and your fellow trainers will participate in Pokemon battles during the tournament. Festivals and other activities as well as stores, restaurants, and hot springs are also available for your leisure outside of the stadium, in town.”
Miles paused as he looked over the silent crowd. Hearing no objections, he continued with his introduction. “I apologise for my frankness but before we can proceed, I must ask all of you to follow me into the stadium and register yourselves for the tournament.”
Ushering the crowd into the stadium’s main entrance, Miles lead the group of trainers to the reception desk where he had been standing a mere hour ago. The receptionists then stood in their places to greet the group as they began their registration for the tournament.
Seeing the last of trainers completing their registration, Miles then led the group pass the stadium’s entrance and into an open area decorated with cabins. “This is the trainer hub,” Miles continued as the group entered the clearing filled with wooden cabins, “this area is open during all hours of the day so feel free to come here to rest or just kick back and relax. Beds, kitchens, and bathrooms are all available in each cabin, so feel free to make yourselves comfortable.
“I apologise in advance, as there are only so many cabins and a number of you will have to share. However, I’m sure you will find your stay comfortable nonetheless.”
Miles paused again, as the group of trainers examined their new homes. Smiling, he continued. “That’s pretty much everything for today,” Miles proceeded scratching his head, “if you have any further questions feel free to ask. Just make yourselves at home and enjoy the rest of the day off. Oh, there are also some festivities beginning down in the town within an hour or so, so if you feel up to it, you are most welcome to come down and celebrate. Otherwise, I hope you find your new homes comfortable and that you enjoy the rest of your day off.”
Finishing his final sentence, Miles heaved a relieved sigh before facing the group to bid farewell. Bowing, Miles regained his composure and left the clearing to the care of the trainers.
The afternoon was drawing to an end as the evening begun its shift over the island. Miles had finally completed all of his duties for the day and intended to enjoy his night down in the town. He had heard that there was going to be a parade down in the town’s main plaza and had every intention of going. Before he begun to make his way down however, he decided to check up on the other trainers to see if they had all settled in.
Entering the clearing east of the stadium, Miles spotted several of the other trainers scattered about the place, some talking, others interacting with their Pokemon, and some just relaxing.
The lamps encircling the clearing had also begun to light as he stepped into the field. Some of the cabins’ lights were lit possibly housing one or two other trainers who were still settling in.
Miles decided that he would just check into his cabin to store his belongings before going down to the night’s parade. The atmosphere of his surroundings was peaceful and Miles felt truly comfortable as he made his way across the clearing. Several of the trainers gave him a small wave as he passed them by, which he acknowledged returning the gesture with a warm smile.
Finally reaching his assigned cabin’s steps, he noticed that it had already been entered. “That’s strange,” he started, looking through the open door and into the blacked out abode, “I thought I was assigned a single cabin…” Miles entered the cabin and began feeling the inner walls to initiate the lights. Stumbling in the darkness, he felt the switch and flipped it on before succumbing to an object on the floor and falling onto his face. “Ah--” he exclaimed, as he felt the cool wooden floor make contact with his face, “uh…who left a bag there?”
Pushing himself onto his knees, Miles looked over his back to see a backpack lying against the wall from where he had tripped. “Huh? I wonder who that belongs to?”
July 17th, 2007 (3:29 AM). Edited July 22nd, 2007 by Shadowfaith.
Full Given Name: Kiahi Keiki Hikaru (She doesn’t mind being called Kiahi or Keiki)
Nicknames: Kai (Used if people do not know how to pronounce her name)
Appearance: As her name suggests, Kiahi Keiki does resemble that of a fire child. Her fly away shoulder length hair is coloured an unusual orange colour, well to say colour would be a mistake, colours would be the correct term to use as an array of different streaks of orange, red and yellow create the mass of hair atop her head. Her eyes stand in complete contrast as they are a deep emerald green colour and her exotic look is completed by the tanned colour of her skin.
Her hair is sometimes pulled back into a pony tail, but even then the multiple strands have a find of they’re own and stick out in all manors of directions, and if it is not pulled back, Kiahi normally pulls a dark orange band around her forehead to keep it as much at bay as possible. Her tanned skin is not marred by scars or cuts, but simply tattoos of different origin, some coloured black and some coloured a blood red. The most noticeable of these are the two black, lined tattoos on her left cheek, the crimson, tribal dragon curving its way around her bellybutton and the array of tribal lines coiling its way up her left arm.
Her usual attire normally consists of orange and black colours in order to match with her unusually coloured hair. Her favourite being an orange crop top which comes to a stop below her rib cage and is generally free flowing compared to the other skin tight crop top she wears beneath it which is coloured black and comes down lower than the previous mentioned crop top, but still doesn’t manage to cover her bellybutton and tribal dragon tattoo. Kahi normally likes to keep her upper half covered by the same style of top, give or take different colours of orange and a short leather jacket to cover herself during cold times.
Her bottom half normally alternates more so than her top half. One day she could be wearing a pair of blue jeans, a pair of black jeans, a black skirt (but only if it accompanied by a pair of thick black tights), three quarter length jeans or boardies (long shorts) or even an abnormal pair of jeans which has one leg longer than the other. But fortunately, her chosen foot wear does not alternate as much; it normally consists of either a pair of black vans with orange laces, a pair of clumpy boots, either black or brown in colour or on a hot day a pair of brown, leather sandals.
Kiahi is a fan of accessories and so she has many to flaunt. Two racks of bracelets running up both forearms, all bracelets coloured brown, black or different shades of orange. An orange bandana, sometimes worn sometimes not, but would cover a shark tooth necklace and an eagle feather necklace if worn. Multiple piercing such as her bellybutton and tongue, each pierced with the same shade of orange gem and the rack of hoop piercing at the top of her left ear. Her abnormal attire is never complete without a jumble of pouches, chains and leather belts.
Personality: Some find Kiahi rather abnormal, not only in appearance, but personality too. Having only just grown out of her teen years, she still acts a little carefree and adventurous, not at all like one would expect an adult to be like. Having been a student not long ago, makes her a little immature and a bit of a trouble maker, even after having supposedly outgrown her own student years, she is not at all ready to give up on her carefree and troublemaking ways.
She believes in having fun as much as possible, even if the task isn’t made to be that way, some would call her a little unbearable, but she seems to get along great with anyone who either shares the same views of her, or has the patience of a saint. She’s childish and still has the loves that she had as a student and is never willing to give it up. She loves the outdoors, loves physical tasks and certainly loves to let everything pass her by every now and again and just chill or hang out with friends.
But unfortunately, Kiahi has her limits and isn’t at all willing for anyone to take advantage of her for too long. When she knows she is being played, like a fire she can loose control completely and let it be known that her bark IS worse than her bite and she is not afraid to show anyone this. She is very capable of loosing her cool when things don’t go the way she planned and she is not afraid to let her opinions and worries known. She is not at all afraid to speak her mind, no matter how high up the person she is talking to is.
So, yes Kiahi has her ups and downs, though she is a more a care free and feisty spirit than she is a strict and boring one. She likes to have her fun, but knows when to stop when she or others are in danger. She can be a little stubborn and sarcastic when she wants to, and even a little sly and cunning when it comes to getting her own way, but she is never short of a prank or two.
History: Kiahi is a traveler, she’s seen more than what many old folk have seen in they’re life times. Needless to say, she did not attend the academy when she was younger, instead she was taught all the basics and more on the go with her parents when she was younger. Her family was not well off at all when it came to money and they had very little to buy food and supplies with, let alone a roof to live under. They would travel to many places, picking up stray jobs along the way and basically just surviving, though the amount of adventures and sights they had seen along the way was unbelievable. Kiahi was bale to live, before she had even reached her teen years and from her teens onwards she had learnt and understood more about the world than what any academy could have taught her.
Now at the age of twenty one, she is left to fend for herself as her mother and father have decided that they have seen all they had wanted to see and have taken to calling the land of Riven they’re home for a time. Kiahi who was not ready to take to settling down being as young as she was, took up a job in the academy, offered to her because of her wide experience around the world and her understanding of thing that went on in it. She strives now to raise enough money to buy equipment so that she can continue to travel the world.
She has lived in Riven for quite some time now, only wandering so far so as she could return the same day. Kiahi is restless and strives to achieve her goal in order to achieve an even bigger goal. Her teaching life is dedicated to showing her students that getting a good education is not all that matters, but experiencing life can be even more so. Adventure is something you make and find, not something you gain.
Other: Kiahi is not too fond of water.
RP Sample: “I wouldn’t have said anything if you were going to be like this about it!” Kiahi exclaimed, picking up the handmade doll and grasping it tightly in frustration. The doll she held was a tribal one, stitched in the shape of a dragon with the same markings as Kiahi herself had running up her arm. It had obviously taken some time to make, carefully made with strong skin and thread. A small watery pearl formed in the corners of her eyes and her orange hair seemed to loose its natural glow.
“Maybe you just should have gone instead! Without saying anything! It would have been easier! Why do you have to go!?” The young man pleaded, the water dripping in a constant flow down his black cheeks. He muttered something else in a language Kiahi was only slightly familiar with and grasped his head, not understanding what was happening at that exact moment.
Kiahi and her parents were leaving the company of the tribal people at the end of the day; they were moving on to somewhere else so that her parents could continue research and videos on the different cultures of the world. Kiahi took it hard, but it seemed the young tribal man, Chahta took it even worse. Kiahi and her family had been studying his tribe for a while, given permission to do so of course and were honoured to have been accepted as temporary members in the tribe. Kiahi had become close to the young man to the stage where Chahta had deemed her a friend.
He had taken the time to explain tribal ceremonies to Kiahi, given her the tribal tattoo’s exclusive to his tribe and even given her a private tour of the land, never had he had a friend as close to him that was deemed an outsider. In return, Kiahi had told him all about the things she had seen on her travels with her parents, including everyday life of her own kind, which turned out to be nothing compared to the tribe’s in Kiahi’s opinion, but Chahta seemed enthralled.
But today brought a dark cloud over they’re times together, she had made the fatal error of not telling the young man in advance and dumping it all on him at the last minute. He could not get over the fact that his only non-tribal friend would be leaving in a matter of hours. To make up for it, Kiahi had tried her hand at making a stuffed dragon for Chahta, but it had only been tossed to the floor in despair when she broke the bad news to him.
“I’m sorry Chahta…I didn’t realise you would be this upset.” Kiahi mumbled, the tears coming forth a little more violently now. “I wish I could stay, really, but like you and your tribe, I have to stick with my family, I can’t not go. I told you I wouldn’t be here forever.” She trembled now; her stuffed dragon’s stitches were being strained in her hard grasp. “I’m sorry.”
Chahta shook his head; he obviously wasn’t willing to accept this fact. He took a step back, then another and another before turning completely and dashing away. Kiahi went to yell out, but the lad had already fled so far in so little time. Her hand that she had unconsciously raised to stop him, fell limply to the opposite side of where she held the stuffed dragon, now frayed and damaged by her grasp.
July 17th, 2007 (9:42 AM). Edited July 17th, 2007 by Loki.
Ho-kay! >D Yush!
This is bad! >P
Iruru, (that's your nickname, is that okay? ) joo are teacher hands down, but because I had to go to the trouble of CPing, all teachers do. *shotshot*
So that's all you need before I add you to the list! Pendddd (OMG why is your sign-up so long?? WHY ARE ALL YOU PEOPLEZ WRITING MASSIVE SIGN-UPS?!?! ;A; YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE BIJYU CRY OVER THE PATHETIC-NESS OF HER SIGN-UP.)
MIK-CHAN: :< Hurry hurry! PENDDD
Chigiri: x_x; I wish you could bold the main things. It makes it a lot easier to read. But accepted as a 7th Year. Now, let me take the liberty of cutting Tere-chan in line, as per criticism. (Every time someone says something, you start a new line. *nodnod* Like so:
Alter Ego: Pffft. I don't even need to say it since I added you before you posted your sign-up. *LUL*
Phanima: NUUUUUUU OMG OMG OMG *sigh* You're not gonna get ditched in Year 8 but we have 3 teacharz. D: UMMMMMM... Accepted, Position Pending x_x;; WHAT SAY YOU, TERE-CHAN!? (LUL I seriously need to stop depending on you. xD)
ACC: Accepted, Year 8 Wish you would bold the topic things too, like I asked Chigiri.
Chibi-chan: LUL HOW CONVINIENT, YOU ALREADY HAVE A -CHAN NICKNAME! xD Anyway, Accepted, Year 8 (you should probaby be a teacher too, but... :/)
Zaiku: Already Accepted you.
IMPORTANT NOTICE: I am NOT going to leave Chigiri alone in Year 7 if no one else signs up. Bottom line. If no one else signs up, sorry Zaiku, but I'll be moving you on down to Year 7. What the heck? Is Chigiri the only one who's got enough backbone to sign-up knowing he'll be in Year 7?? Where are all you other cowardly RPer's who need more help then him in the first place? >O
July 17th, 2007 (1:44 PM). Edited July 25th, 2007 by Manaphy1128.
Full Name:Rene Elizabeth Sanders
Her hair is a mix between Light oarnge and Light brown.The length is a little longer then down to her neck.And she has her signature strands of hair in the front that go down to the length of a short sleeve.Her eyes are a light green color.Now her outfit.How do I explain this?I'll try.The collar is almost like her neck(as in shape)The shirt is a tank top that is red with a white line within a yellow line going down the side.her shorts are the same.She wears oarnge tennis shoes with a red middle and tounge.She is also wearing a sunvisor that the top is red and the real visor part is yellow.And another signature of hers are the big bandages around her arm.One is sporting the black Mokona Modoki,and the other one the white Mokona Modoki,from her favorite manga Tsubasa.And before anyone yells,"Plaugerizer!"(I think thats how it's spelt)or something.(Since Sakura is wearing a outfit just like that on the cover of Volume three)She sewed it herself beacause she loved the outfit.
Personality:Though many call her a tomboy(plays video games,can kick butt at them,and likes many things more guys then girls)she does have a crush on Syaoran(many people think manga guys are cute) like).She is good at sewing as you can see.Other abilites includedrawing(manga style0,acrobatics(though she doesn't like gymnastics)and reading.(as in can read books fast without skipping parts or not paying attention;can read higher level books and understand them)
Historyhe was born in Texas,though her family moved to Colorado when she was little(How they could afford it,I have no idea)She was raised in a way that she loved any kind of pysical activity at all.She has a brother,17,named Darren.She has two sisters,Haley,12, and Drea,14.
This is kinda gross..but.:
Drea thought she saw something out of her window.it can't be...she thought to herself.But yeah.It was.it was a dead body.Whitney bit down on her finger.No.It can't.No.No way.
She decided to check it out.
Putting on her slippers and robe,she hurried outside.The body was next to the pool with the blood ozzing out.The item the boy,as she now saw,was a wrench shoved into his mouth.But that couldn't be right.She thought.It looks so carefully placed.Like it was put in after the boy was dead.Her eyes followed down the length of his leg.A note was stuck into his leg with a blooied breadknife.She picked it out.
And screamed at what it said,
"What are you waiting for?Die first Drea!"
Okay,I added stuff to the history.I thought you said something like "there are no real locations" but I don't think you did now.I haven't checked.And I changed the sample so it was better.
July 17th, 2007 (2:29 PM). Edited July 17th, 2007 by Shaydeh.
OOC: I'll join. I've got a lot to learn about RPing.
Full Given Name: Timothy Tyde Tinkle
Timothy has a very pale complexion, rivalling the very white of his teeth. Indeed, as some might presume, his ghostly skin rarely mingles with sunlight. Despite its occasional sickly appearance, Timothy affectionately tends to his skin, applying various conditioners and products to ensure it remains healthy. He is very particular when it comes to hygiene. Atop his head, a prickly, pink Mohawk courses the centre of his cleanly shaved scalp. He has favoured that hairstyle since he turned old enough to get it with no resistance from his parents. Scarlet contacts sit over his naturally born blue eyes. He would absolutely have to kill himself if he did not get contacts to go with the hair. In absence of lipstick to the contrary, his thin lips gleam a bright red tone. He has no cheeks to speak of, as his face is overwhelmingly bony. Similarly, body wise, Timothy is so skinny that he is often branded anorexic at first sight. Criticism does not bother him in the least however. He knows there are others out there that would sell their souls to have a body like his.
Timothy only ever wears tights, specifically, the kind of tights your average professional ice skater adorns. Like the tint of his fingernails, his costumes are most often pink, although he would occasionally sport red tights. Several sparkling stars run down his attire in two lanes, from nipple to toes. Underneath his skintight outfit, Timothy wears absolutely nothing. He believes that is how the costume was made to be worn. His bony arms and legs are concealed within his tights. When in costume, the only visible skin is that of his hands and face. He wears a special pair of skates with the ability to transform between blades and wheels to suit the terrain beneath him. Last, but by no means least, the word ‘sexy’ is embedded in huge, sparkling, gold letters across his back.
Timothy is a very proud individual, holding every single one of his accomplishments close to heart, regardless of how trivial they may appear to other people. Mess with his precious gold medals, and you will have a caffeine-induced metrosexual all over you like mustard on a hotdog. Otherwise, Timothy is usually calm, and since he hates getting his nails dirty, he does his best to avoid physical confrontations. Timothy is athletically gifted, playing well at almost every sport he ever attempted. Surprisingly, for someone as frail-looking as him, he boasts outstanding physical prowess. You would not want to exchange blows with this tight-wearing, ice skating dude. His most noticeable weakness lay in his social abilities. To many he often comes across as snobbish and arrogant. At times, Timothy would behave this way on purpose, as he secretly harbours a fear of intimacy and commitment. He is not willing to get too close to anybody and thus pushes away those who try to. Some of his other significant fears include the colour orange, four-legged tables, and grass (the more cleaner and tidier, the scarier). Contradictory to this, Timothy is poop scared of getting dirty. He squeals at the touch of filth on his bare skin.
The biggest dream come true for Timothy would be to perform at the Olympics. Between his studies and school activities, he works at achieving that goal. His powerful ambition has a negative aspect as well, as it often causes him to take losses very hard. In everything competitive he does, winning is imperative, even if it means he must resort to unethical means. On top of all this, and probably most important to Timothy, is his drive to be unique.
Because of his ill-looking appearance, Timothy’s caring parents mollycoddled him as a child. As genuine as their intentions were, their efforts often left little Timmy feeling smothered. As such, he ever so often would try to distance himself from them. As he got older, Timothy realised that it was easier to run away, and would leave for days on end. His parents would flip out, and time and again have Timothy brought home via police escort. This led to the perception of him being a problem child. His parents eventually grew sick of his rebellious behaviour and washed their hands of the boy when he turned sixteen, shipping him off to an acclaimed academy they hoped would make something of him.
Timothy had mixed emotions about leaving home for the school. He both cheered and regretted that he finally managed to distance himself from his parents, but at the same time looked forward to proving who he was. One thing deadest in his mind was the return home. No matter what happened during his stay at the academy, he would go back to his family a successful man!
Other: Timothy never broke his childhood habit of sucking on his big toe.
*** RP Sample ***
“Is that it?”
Lili frowned spitefully at the apathetic question. She had just relayed her deepest, most perplexing thoughts to Josie, and all her fellow classmate offered was an offhand question that belittled Lili’s interest in the reoccurring dream. Maybe sharing such sensitive information was not the brightest idea. “Well, yeah. You make it sound so obvious,” she pointed out.
Her brunette friend and age-mate fingered through the various crop tops on display. Plucking off an amiable top by the hanger, Josie placed the item above her chest to better observe its size in relation to her body. Large mirrors were strategically placed within the small clothing shop so she did not need to move far to find a reflection to judge by. “What do you think?” She asked for her friend’s opinion, whose face soon appeared over her shoulder in the mirror.
“I like it,” Lili commented honestly. The crop top looked like it would fit around Josie’s waste perfectly, perhaps a little bit tightly but she knew that was how her friend enjoyed her clothing. “I love the flora design too. Blue is a pretty colour, but I’m thinking red would suit you better on this one.” Josie smiled satisfactorily. Lili, although she did a good job hiding it, was still uneasy with her own thoughts about the dream. “Hey, I helped you out. You could at least tell me what you made of that dream I keep having…”
Josie rolled her eyes. “Like you said earlier, it’s pretty obvious.” Apparently not, if Lili’s blank expression was any indication. “This mystery guy in your reoccurring dream is your lover! He’s your soul mate, Lili. Why else would you constantly dream about him?” She put a comforting hand on her friend’s shoulder and smiled. “Aw, I think it’s cute,” she added, before walking off to find a red crop top to exchange for the blue one.
The interpretation of him being her soul mate had never entered Lili’s mind. Unlike Josie, the blonde hardly believed in that kind of stuff. In the dream, a strong emotion raided her body whenever she made eye contact with him. Most notably heat would rush through her veins. While she never experienced something like that in reality, she felt safe signing off the possibility that it was love. How could she nurture deep emotions for someone she was not even sure existed? “You’re not making any sense,” she said, following Josie to a rack of jeans. “Think about this logically would you? I mean, I don’t even know if he’s real. And I’d think a dream about my soul mate would leave me feeling … well, anything but terrified!”
“Maybe you’re terrified about being in love.” Josie, skimming through expensive jeans, did not see Lili roll her eyes. “I happen to think it makes a lot of sense,” she continued. “Think about it. At the very beginning of the dream, you say you experience a state of nothingness, right? That could represent how dull your life before he walks into it. And when he does, he literally sheds light on how beautiful it’s supposed to be. He makes you feel truly alive for the first time!” She briefly paused her browsing to look Lili dead in the eye. “After that, it’s up to you to make sure he doesn’t leave you. That’s when you go chasing after him in the dream. You have to fight for him with all your heart. Because if you don’t, well, we know what happens when you fail to catch up…”
When it was put like that, Lili admitted the interpretation seemed plausible in the very least. Nevertheless, reservations formed in her mind. For one, her every day routine became tedious once in a while, but describing her life as ‘dull’ without the presence of this guy in it was a little farfetched. “That’s one way of looking at it. But I don’t know if I can agree with you entirely. My life isn’t that sad as it is.”
“Oh Lili. You just haven’t realised it yet.” Josie smiled while Lili wore a look of confusion on her face. “Hey, I’m not asking you to agree with me. You asked what I thought of the dream, and I gave you my opinion.” The brunette hung the clothes she had picked out over her shoulder and then gripped Lili’s wrists with each hand. She tugged her gently, playfully spinning the girl around in an attempt to cheer her up. “C’mon. You can’t blame me for being a hopeless romantic,” she sang.
Lili could not help but beam at how carefree Josie always was. “Or maybe you’re just hopeless,” she teased before escaping her friend’s grip. Josie stuck her tongue out in response.
July 17th, 2007 (2:49 PM).
Manaphy: 8D! I'm so glad you joined!! You'll want to add more to your personality though, and it would be good to bold the topics, like "history" and "Appearance" and stuff, that way it's easier to read. I'll let AE decide the rest of what you should fix on your sign-up, since it's somehow become his job. xD Pending, Year 7
Shaydeh: Mmm.... Let me take some time to do some research about your positioning. Pending
July 17th, 2007 (4:05 PM). Edited July 18th, 2007 by Fallen Angel_Messiah Of Black Roses.
Full Given Name: AJ Lee Valentine
Appearance: AJ is average height and weight, he is Hispanic male which means his skin tone is dark, a tannish kind of tone. He has snowy white hair, that almost looks like platinum. His hair is in a short ponytail, about six or seven inches. His eyes are a angelic baby blue that seem to scream ' Oh my god! It's an Angel!' but his eyes are pretty deceiving. AJ has a medium type face, Not to tense, yet not to 'Cute' it's the whole pretty boy thing, with a great sense of 'I can kick your ass! And it's plastered on my face!' AJ wears a cross pendant right around his neck, it is a shining silver that just seems to kick out at you. AJ's main attire consists of a tight black undershirt made out of generic material, nothing real special. He wears a somewhat small dark crimson red combat vest with flames on the topper sleeves, on the back of the vest it reads in bold white letters ' Made In Heaven' and over that he wears a large white trench coat that has a cross on the back that is black and also the title, 'Fallen Angel'. He wears tight black pants, a nice leather texture. He also wears black combat boots, they have an iron sole in each shoe for more efficient walking. He has black fingerless gloves, they aren't fuzzy, just real padded. He is muscular, but not in the way that muscles are bulging everywhere and it looks like your kind of on steroids... AJ has a gold hoop in his left ear ( Not Gay!) About 5'7, 145 lbs
Personality: Apparently by veiw, AJ is a badass. AJ plays the 'Good Cop, Every person counts. Doesn't matter what happens to me' card. He also tries to make sure that no one has to get hurt in a bad situation and this will also go for the bad guy, he has tried to keep this trait ever since learning that a long line of murderers and crooks were his descendants, he will try to make everything right and make up for his descendants sins. He is an overall nice guy but does get fed up pretty easily by annoying people, he has a very great level of sarcasm and has the greatest comebacks for when he is insulted, which would seem out of character for a guy like him. He has a pretty decent sense of justice, and not to mention the fact that he loves adventure.AJ isn't someone you really want to anger, but to anger him you have to actually try since it takes alot to actually anger him. Considering getting fed up and actually getting angered are totally different. He is serious and strict in battle but will also have a sense of humor to lighten up all the tense moments, this makes him a good companion. Even when your on his nerves he will try to help you out, but as said before he is not good to be around when angry. And that is pretty much AJ, the 'good cop who wants everyone to be safe'
History: AJ was born in a small Northern town, The Town had a small defence and was raided by Rouges all the time, this made it a very unsafe place to live and raise a child. So AJ's father decided to move to a more safe town in the Western area, This town was also small, but secluded from Rouges because a large mountain hid it, the Town was more of a valley. When AJ turned seven he recieved his first spear and was told that every third day of the moon he would bring home the fattest fish from the Valley's Lake. AJ liked this responsibility and took it well. When AJ turned ten he was given his first Hammer and was told he would help the Village men with Repairs and such, AJ agreed to this as well. When AJ turned thirteen he was given a Blade and was told he would now hunt with the Village Men. When AJ turned Seventeen however, He left the village, had become a strong young man by helping his village and an intelligent one to, he said off to a school in the north.
Other (Optional): Likes To fight... OR just Debate
RP Sample: AJ Was about to start on his way into Pallet when the group was suddenly surrounded by not only cultist but by a few soldiers, AJ looked around the forest they were surrounded in, There were at least a hundred surrounding the group, only five or six of them had guns though. A Solider dressed in a flak jacket and bullet proof padded clothes stepped up, He was wearing a gas mask and was holding an AK-74 which he aimed at AJ.
" You are under arrest in the name of Overlord Dillon, You have the right to remain silent, if you resist you will be eliminated." The solider barked at the group.
AJ smiled and started to speak calmly, " Isn't that's whats going to happen anyway?" He asked the Solider, Little did the solider know what AJ was planning.
" What happens to you is none of my concern, Now Cooperate." He said moving forward, AJ Sprung into action and got behind the Solider holding him from behind. Another solider with a Shotgun shot the solider that AJ was restraining by accident on reflex. AJ ducked down as the body went limp and grabbed the AK-74, Barry just looked at AJ knowingly as the other team members seemed a little shocked, Barry grabbed for his Grenade Launcher and sent a powerful shot into the crowd, killing some random Cultist.
AJ started to fire the AK-74 at the solider who had killed the other solider and shot the guy dead, AJ Grabbed for his SPAS 12 and aimed at a cultist that was charging him. Without a second thought he pulled the trigger, A loud boom was heard as the cultist fell back.
AJ now tried to locate another solider, He located one with an AJ-74. AJ started to charge the solider, but was distracted by the large number of Cultist swarming him, AJ was pissed.
AJ reached for a Incendiary Grenade and pulled the pin, " Fire in the hole!" And he threw the red grenade into the crowd in front of him, AJ dived back to avoid the flames, AJ winced as the rifle he was holding jabbed into his chest.
The Crowd went up in hot flames, one by one the Cultist started to drop in the fire. AJ smiled weakly as he looked around, he saw Lamont just standing there as the madness went on, he saw that his team was battling with the Cultist.
AJ located the Third Solider again and aimed for the soldiers abdomen but misfired and blew the guys right leg off. The guy collapsed and AJ Ran toward him, He was moaning on the ground, AJ decided to be merciful and Pulled the trigger of the SPAS, aimed at the guys head. And the solider never woke again.
AJ took the spair ammunition of the AK-74 and tried to locate the next Solider, Target locked. AJ smiled as he aimed the light weight AK-74 at the solider.
A searing pain enveloped AJ in his right leg, a bullet had just skimmed his leg and blood was starting to stain his pants. AJ winced and anger started to flow through him, AJ turned around quickly and without aiming started to fire at the solider that had hit him. The solider was hit with the remainder of AJ's clip, 24 bullets into the guy and he collapsed under the immense firepower unloaded onto him. AJ ejected the empty magazine away and put a new one in, AJ turned to the other solider and frowned. Pulling the trigger on the fourth solider, the guy simply fell to the ground in a puddle of crimson fluid.
AJ took the spair ammo from both soldier's and looked for the last two, He saw one about to shoot Rocky and AJ rushed into action but it was unnecessary as Rocky hit the solider between the eyes with his Walther P99, the guy dropped and Rocky picked up his AK-74.
That was Five soldier's down with one to go, AJ saw him a few feet away, with an AK-74, AJ aimed his weapon at the solider and fired. AJ destroyed the AK-74 that the soldier had been holding, AJ then put down his gun and pulled out his Katana, The solider smiled and pulled out a large knife.
AJ ran at the guy and they had a stalemate, AJ pulled back the slender blade and swung it down on the soldiers arm with the knife, it cut through the guys arm like butter and left him in shock, AJ decided to finish it, he raised the blade once again and took it to the guys neck. There was a dull plump and AJ left the corpse.
That had been the last solider and AJ was tired, He let the other's finish off the random Cultist.
That was from my RP
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July 18th, 2007 (9:38 AM). Edited July 18th, 2007 by Loki.
Miki-taaaan: Wheee, OH MY GOD.
I'm getting lost in your long sign-up. ;A; Accepted. I don't know where to put you. >.< Sooo... Well... I guess I have to place everyone today, don't I? :// Well, we'll see once I finish placing everyone else. :<
Fallen Angel something of... whatever (Can I just call you Fallen?): Your history is... two lines long. ;; Pending Year 7 I'm sorry, but that's just not enough.
Edit-ching: Okay, we have a total of 12 RPer's.
Phanima (thank you thank you thank you, you are so awesome.)
Fallen Angel Messiah_of Black Roses (sorry if I got that wrong)
Manaphy1128 (But you still need to add to your sign-up. History, and such.)
If nobody has any opposing opinions, we can start.
July 18th, 2007 (10:36 AM). Edited July 18th, 2007 by dreemxweever.
Full Given Name: Vahn Ishozan
Nicknames (Optional): Blade
Appearance: Vahn normally is one to strike everyone as the oddball, or the one that stands out like a sore thumb. Sometimes he can be normal and look like everyone else to blend in, but he feels the way he looks is the only way to bring himself out to people. Anyway, he stands about 6'2'' but he isn't usually the one standing. Thin Black hair coming down to his shoulders, highlighted red. His face shows age more than anything else, assuming everyone says his face looks like hes 25, but the rest younger. He has a long thin face stubbled by unshaved-ly-ness and icy blue eyes hidden underneath his hair that is almost always in front of his face. as for the rest of him, Vahn is extremely fit, but not muscular enough to look like an idiot. Wearing a black overcoat with a concealing collar around the neck, he wears either a black under shirt or a white one. As for pants, he's normally wearing (again) black, sometimes he may feel like he wants some chains. Vahn also wears a large pair of army boots.
On his finger he wears a ring that was given to him by his dying mother, on the inside of the ring "Fear Not The Darkness" is etched in. Around his neck Vahn has a necklace made by his former village's blacksmith. The necklace is made of Pewter and it has small sapphires engraved on the surface.
Personality: Vahn usually likes to keep to himself with no confrontation at all, but when things are going well, he can tend to warm up to certain people. Being extremely introverted, Vahn does not like people that can ramble on an on without stopping to take a breath, and tries to stay away from that as much as possible. Vahn is very arachnaphobic, for some very odd reason. He shot his friend in the leg once because there was a spider there. Being the person that he is and the past that he has, Vahn is not afraid of many things, but what is truley afraid of is seeing another person die. Like I said before, hes extremely quiet and to himself, so he may seem like he hates the world, but he just has the mere idea that the world hates him.
History: As a child, he was raised by his trainer, a monk named Gaza. Ever since he was 14, he had known no other life besides fighting what's wrong and helping what's right. But that awful time came when his father went into a psychotic break and killed his mother. The villagers did all they could to restrain him, but he was determined to kill her. Eventually he got the oppurtunity, and after that, Vahn had been traumatized. On her deathbed (the ground) his mother told him to never be afraid of death or dark and always fight for what he believed in, then she gave him the ring I mentioned earlier. After that, he lived in the village for a few months before leaving to train under the sage of Ice in a town not far from where he was then. He did so nd spent the next three years training and disiplining himself to learn the ways and the power of ice. learning everything he can about ice enchantment type magic, he felt that he learned all that he could and set out to this academy when he heard about it.
RP Sample: He walked toward the open desolent space before him. He had no idea what was inside, but his insane daredevil instinct told him to find out. Seth entered the doorway and felt an unexplained driplet of liquid drop onto his forhead.
Why the hell am I here? His subconcious mind was talking to him, Because Im an asset to this mission, because I can go where others can't with my mind. He was answering himself in his head. Oh god, Im going crazy.. talking to myself..He walked up the winding staircase that was in the center of the mansion, but what looked like to be a nuclear bomb shelter there was so much in the house. Seth had payed no attention to the driplet of liquid that was still running down his forhead, and he probably wouldnt have if he didnt rub it off and realize that it was red.
Seth spun around and looked at the wall that was above the door he waled in through, and there it was. A giant berserker feeding on a poor old man that had the misfourtune to walk into the house. The Berserker jumped off the wall and started to stalk him, sort of in a circle. Sssoooo... You've found me, eh? Doing the bad thing that I got cought for last time..Ssssss...The Berserker licked its lips and hissed. He was giant. Seth had seen him before. Black in color, looking like what just came out of a 6 year old's video game. But Seth knew this was no game...The Berserker wanted flesh, and apparently the old man hadn't had enough. Wait a sec, your Ssseth...aren't you? The young boy that can take folkss like uss and turn ussss in... He was talking to Seth inside of his head, torturing his mind. Yeah. Yeah, I am Seth, and you are gonna die if you don't tell me what Kat did with my sister. He said, knowing the Berserker would know something about Kat. Ohh.. so you heard about that, eh? Yess..I'm not sssupossed to ssay anything.. pity that...The Berserker was toying with him, in his own head. Seth had had about enough of it. Hey.. turn around Seth said to it, and stupidly enough, it tured around. Realizing it shouldn't have about a split second later, it turned back around only to find Seth standing there, Knife shoved in the Berserker's neck.
Well, that was satisfactory at the very least. Seth said to himself, wiping the blood off of his arm and dagger.
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July 18th, 2007 (5:33 PM). Edited July 19th, 2007 by JBCBlank.
could you save me a spot Jyukai, I'm also going to get Saint into this so save him a spot to, he needs this.
((I'll finish this when I'm at home.
**edit** I'm home!
Full Given Name: Laurence Maxamilion Foxworth (weird name...)
Nicknames (Optional): Wolfy
Appearance: Wolfy, loves dark cloths, it compliments his violet eyes. Black shoulder length hair is kept somewhat in place by the array of rubber bands that he has collected, the total count of rubber bands so fare is 52 even though it doesn't look like it when you look at his strait soft hair. A deep Mediterranean tan and farmer's muscles really make accent the fact that he isn't rich, dirty nails show the fact that he works in his parent's corn field.
He enjoys portraying his samurai heretige by wearing black and silver samurai gloves, (gloves that reach his elbow but stops just above the fingers. they have a blood red dragon that stretches from his palm to his elbow.) The rest of his ansamble is fairly simple, Black skin tight, leather pants, with black combat boots that reach his knees. His shirt is always changing, no one knows how or why but he never has the same shirt on, (ever). His left shoulder and arm are covered by a black cloth, the reason being the Scar that runs the whole length of his arm, the story behind it is grotesque and he prefers not to talk about it, it pains him from time to time but not as much as the scar on his back, shaped like a dragon. The story behind this scar, he is not as ashamed to tell. He also carries a walking stick everywhere he goes, it's made of ebony with an Ivory snake curled around the top.
Personality: Dark, yet light. He's the nicest guy in the world until you ask about his past or his scar. This sudden change in personality is known to scare most and drive many away. Other then that he's full of smiles and always willing to help anyone who needs it. he's a bit dim at times, that only means that he's thinking of other things so people have to learn to not be offended if he doesn't answer right away. He loves animals and plants, and he hates anyone who doesn't respect nature as they should. Even though, he himself is known to kill things that don't need to die.
History: He was born not far from the school, in fact he lives just a hop and a skip away, his family farm provides most of the food that they serve. He grew up on the farm, just a normal kid a normal life, he didn't know he was different until some people from the academy started showing up asking his parents if they wanted him to go to the school. At first they refused saying that their boy was to important to leave, but he heard the tone with which they said it and he knew that there was something different about him. That night at the dinner table he asked his parents what was different at first they didn't answer but then when they told him he didn't understand, he had thought that everyone was just like him, He begged to go for he wanted other friends besides his dog Rufus and his cousins who only showed up every other year. So his parent's agreed and he is now going to the academy regularly, he lives at home since it's convenient even though he's not sure if he should for he longs to know what the school is like at night.
Other (Optional): Wanna know what makes him different? He's blind and mute. shhh it's a secret. I'm going to have his cousin Cloud fallowing him around, he needs an interpreter. I'll add Cloud's Sheet if it's nessesary
Running his hands over the wall, Wolfy counts the tiles. 34 the same amount he had counted the day before, he turns as a sound catches his attention, a slight scurrying, a mouse or a small bird perhaps, he listens as the sound becomes desperate, the animal was stuck. He fallows the sound to the other side of the family barn, he had played in this barn ever since he was a boy he knew every board every tile, every speck of dust. he feared nothing, all he wanted to do now was satisfy this curiosity. When he reached the source of the sound, the creature had silenced felling his presence, since he could no longer hear it he inhaled as deep as he dared, the smell of hay burned his lungs yet he smelled that familiar musty oder that always accompanied a mouse. "There is no need to fear me little one." he says to the tiny animal that had started moving once again, knowing very well that it didn't understand him. Reaching forward he wraps his fingers around the furry animal. It's fur was so soft that it was like touching the silk sheets that his mother washed every week, he coos to it as he stands up placing it in his palm.
He notices then that his fingers were wet, bringing them to his face he sniffs them, blood... the poor mouse had been attacked. Most likely by his mothers cat, stroking the tiny being in his hand softly he
heads to the house were he had the tools needed to help tiny creators in pain. he knew that his mother would greatly object to a mouse in the house, taking the mouse in his left hand he allows the cloth that covered his scar to also cover the mouse. Entering the house he smells his mothers famous corn bread, and his mouth watered, the mouse in his hand sniffed the air. Walking quickly he passed the family room and headed up to his room, climbing the ladder with one hand was something he had mastered back when his scar was fresh. He heads to his bed and reaches under it, careful not to squash the mouse under his weight.
When he had gotten all of the things he needed he listens carefully, his dad was always coming up the ladder without him knowing it, when he was sure he was alone he places the mouse on the quilt and runs his index finger over it's entire body until he found the source of the blood. A large cut on the mouse's right hind leg, working fast he cleaned and bound the wound. when he was done he placed the mouse in a small cage were it would be safe until it got better. With a sigh he started putting all his stuff back in the box were he kept it, "you're mom's not going to be happy when she sees that you have a mouse in your room she'll kill you." a voice says next to Wolfy's ear, he drops the box in his hands with a start. "I'll get that."
Turning slightly pink Wolfy allows his cousin to clean up the mess made, "Thanks Cloud." he says as he takes the box, he knew his cousin's voice anywhere. "How long have you been in here?" he asks, he didn't know how Cloud was always able to sneak up on him.
"I was in here before you were." Cloud says placing a kind hand on his cousin's shoulder. "You're a real gentle soul Cuz, don't ever change." Cloud hugs his cousin, it was an honer to be the one accompanying his favorite cousin to the academy, he had to beat up five other cousin's to get the spot. "Let's get down stares before your mother figures out why you didn't come to dinner right away."
Together they walked over to the ladder and climbed down were Corn Bread, steak and steamed vegetables waited for them, Wolfy knew that the mouse would simply adore some of the food. He was also glad that his cousin shared his fondness for animals enough to not tell.
((there. um do I need to put Cloud's Sheet, I mean he's not a main char or nothin'?))
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July 19th, 2007 (9:03 AM).
Can I request a reservation until later tonight? Was away for a about a week so missed the start up of the RP xD;
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July 19th, 2007 (9:14 AM).
Ho-kay, so I guess we're extending the sign-up date to tonight.
JBC, Saint of Hope, Niiiiwa-chan, please have your sign-ups finished by tonight.