Infinite Cosmos

𝘌𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘈𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 - 𝘈𝘳𝘤 𝘐: 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭

The sheltered wholesome boi

Haron Cosmi

________________________________________ Haron Cosmi 18 | Male | Human/Mage _______________________________________________ ❏ BIRTHPLACE: Born in Vitas, was sent to a local magician's guild shortly after the discovery of his arcana ❏ CASTE: Commoner ❏ AFFILIATIONS: The Magician's Guild ❏ GOALS: To grow his powers and to learn the extent of the world _______________________________________________ TALENTS: ◆ Cooking ◆ Learning/picking up new things ◆ Blending in with the crowd EQUIPMENT: ◆ A field journal, filled with runes, figures, and various notes ◆ Bag of general items ◆ A small shiv for self-defense

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ A man of average height and average build. There is nothing that particularly stands out from Haron, other than his kind eyes and easy smile. His hair is an ashy grey, usually kept on the short-to-medium side. There are not discerning markings, be it tattoos or scars, on his body. The ones that raised him took great care to ensure that his outer appearance and clothing made it easy for him to blend into a crowd. Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Refreshing. While he can be oblivious to the world around him at times, he usually has the best of intentions when he is moved to act. He thinks the best of people, first and foremost. That is not to say he does not have a temper, he is just very hard to anger. Growing up in a very sheltered environment, he does not yet know the cruelness of the worlds. The people that raised him knows that they cannot protect him forever, and hopes that he can travel the world and learn of it's depths. Arcana ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Major: The World Haron has basic knowledge of his arcana, The World. he can gather, and transform earthen material to form rudimentary walls and barriers at a moment's notice. If given enough time and allowed to focus, he can create dummy figures that have very limited range of motion and autonomy to them. Offensively, he can move stones and earth as projectiles to attack. Minor: Eight of Pentacles: A pendant he was given by the folks that raised him. The pendant itself is quite unassuming, made of low quality gold and studded with a gemstone that has obvious impurities. However, it's effects is such that it can shield it's wielder from view to the naked eye. If the wielder was to be magically targeted, they would appear as a translucent shimmer of a undetermined shape while under the effects of this tool.

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Combat: ••••• Culture: •• Commerce: •• Magic: •••••• Survival: ••••••• Karma: ••

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𝘌𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘈𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 - 𝘈𝘳𝘤 𝘐: 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭

Hello! Is there still room?

Harry Potter RP and the Missing Pandora's Box

Interested and watching.

Onryo Hunters - A ghost-battling magical girl/boy RP

Am I a little too late?

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Interactions:@princess Anastasia @Helo Callum

The night had carried on. Dancing, flirting, touching, whispering. All the things Munir enjoy doing on a regular basis. Oh and of course imbibing in the myriad of cocktails available to them. Sure, Munir was used to drinking but it was never with this sort of abandon. Many glasses of wine, champagne, and more wine were consumed. However, there was just one slightly green drink. Just one Noble's Venom.

At first, Munir felt overwhelmingly energized. Like he wanted and could run from where he was all the way back to Alidasht just to catch the sunrise. The sweetness of the drink seemed to fill him with vigor. With Callum and Anastasia, he ran, danced, joked around. It seemed like the party would never end.

But of course it does. And End it did.

First, Munir felt extremely fatigued. More than he has ever felt. He chalked it up to the day finally catching up with him. He was at the ball, then only had the briefest respite before he was roused and made his way to this party. All the drinking, and moving about, surely did not help. But this was a fatigue unlike any other. He looked around the party, and everything seemed to spin. Callum was nowhere to be found, neither was Anastasia for the moment. Just where was he, even? He breathed in deep and exhaled, trying his best to maintain his composure. He tried to seek out a glass of water in the hopes of washing away the nauseating taste in his mouth, but alas no luck. He walked on what he thought were steady steps but in reality was nothing more than quaking knees. His footsteps were so unsteady at this point and simply crashed against a wall and slumped down into a stool.

Then the nightmares really began.

Munir could vaguely make out the shape of another person next to him but his mind was too clouded at this point to care. All he heard, and saw, were the pointed fingers and sharp tongues of the Alidashtian people.

"Look at him? Such a lecherous little beast. Ungraceful, inelegant. Him? A future ruler? I'd rather be face-down in a ditch in the Street of Sisters than be ruled by him. Why can't he be more like his brother Amir? Regal, powerful, becoming. Instead, we're left with this heap of shit. This heap of wine-loving, woman-wasting, good-for-nothing shit. Good Gods where did the sultan go wrong? All his years of rule and just service and he gets this. So sad. He would never be good enough. All the women he has been with? Ha. He was never man enough to satisfy them. All the boasting he does is just to boost his ego. Is he even a man? He simply will never be good enough for anything. He is the epitome of disappointment. His father only tolerates him. He doesn't love him, so I've heard. He just isn't good enough."

Fingers kept pointing, voices kept jeering...

TW. Vomit warning. In summary, Munir is in bad shape.

Everything Munir had consumed welled back up. He dry-heaved a few times. He tried to forcibly choke down the feeling of vomit. But in the end, he was weak, just like they all said he was. He had enough wherewithal to turn away from the human figure next to him and expelled the contents of his stomach. An acrid mix of wine, ale, bits of food, stomach acid, bile and whatever remnants of the Noble's Venom all came rushing back out. The stream of that awful mixture was quite steady for a moment. It was as if his body rebelled and took control. It was not until his stomach had emptied itself of its contents did he stop.

Munir took a few deep breathes, and the aftertaste was not any better. He heaved slightly before slinking down for a moment. That moment was all he need to gather his mind enough to have all the things he saw and heard come back and hit him like a caravan of camels. It broke him. Through the exhaustion and tears, he simply leaned to his left and started sobbing...

The person, as Munir would discover, was Anastasia. Not that it mattered to him in this moment...

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Interactions:@princess Anastasia @Helo Callum

"Aw for fuck sakes. Is this bitch soft in the head? Thats not why I want to ge-" Munir thought to himself. He was just trying to get on her brother's good side in order to get into her sheets. Now she is openly asking if he was gay? Not what he was planning. Alas, he decided to turn a disaster into an potential opportunity. He was not going to fail in his mission...

He smiled at Anastasia, as she was calling out her questions to Callum. He moved her hand from his cheek, gave it a soft kiss before saying "Ah princess. You're too sweet..." before lowering his voice and leaning close to her ear and continuing "So sweet, that I might want to take a bite myself. Don't go stray too far. I'll want to sample your sweetness before night's end." He offered a small bow before turning his attention over to Callum, not noticing he is already under the influence of some sort of concoction.

A servant passed the group by, with a tray carrying a variety of drinks. He grabbed himself a pre-made drink that was green in color, with black tendrils at the bottom of the glass. "Interesting. This must be the Noble's Venom. How fitting..." Munir thought to himself before taking a deep sip of the drink and setting the glass back down on a nearby table. Turning towards Callum, Munir put on his more seductive and charming smile and said airily "Prince Callum Danrose, I have heard of your majesty and dashing looks, and now beholding them in person, one must say that you're awe inspiring... Say, what are your thoughts in doing something more... exotic...? Hm?"

Avalia

Time: Night time
Location: On the deck of the Harem
Interactions: @Potter Tigerlily @Helo Nym @princess Helio
Equipment: The clothing on his back: A unbuttoned dress shirt of the pirate-y variety, leather breeches, matte black in color, leather boots, in surprisingly good shape. Dagger, borrowed from Tigerlily

Tesoro returned from setting down the plate of food in what used to be Lizzie's quarters. A room he assumed Nym would take over. Thats fine. He is the captain now, and that room is befitting of a captain. Him? It is more likely than not that he sleeps on the deck, under the stars and being caressed by the sea breeze.

Just what he likes anyways. It just feels more free for him.

As Tesoro walked out onto the deck, he heard Nym's plans of sailing for Roshmi. A sound plan. A goof port city to take on more recruits and for the weary crew to enjoy some comforts of 'home' on land before returning to the sea to hunt the one that killed their captain. He walked by Nym, patted him on the shoulder and nodded quickly before walking further away, giving some of the other nameless sailors some simple instructions about tightening the riggings and keeping an weather eye on the horizon. He does not put it past Ardyn to ambush them at night.

He walked up to Helio and Tigerlily and unwrapped the sheathed dagger and held it out to Tigerlily. "Thank you for letting me use this. I'm sorry I barged on you and just took it in the heat of battle. That was not gentlemanly of me. I do apologize." He said in a somber tone.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Interactions:@princess Anastasia
Mentions: @Helo Handsome boy @ReusableSword Big Boy @Rodiak Nahir

With his mask, Munir made his way to the table where drinks were being served. Wanting to party later into the night, Munir knew not to choose a strong drink. Instead, he requested a glass of iced wine, to simple whet his palate. With wine goblet in hand, Munir sauntered around the crowd, exchanging pleasantries and other greeting while not being hampered by status and allegiances.

Seeing a figure in the distance, he recognized it as his sister Nahir. Peering around the crowd, he did not spot Mina. Such a bummer. Munir had planned on interacting more with her, in a more informal setting. Regardless, his mind snapped back to Edin's daughter, Anastasia. Perhaps he makes a go for her. Callum, her brother was also present. Maybe he goes to butter him up so ease his way into his sister. Near them was a bear of a man. He chuckled inwardly, taking a small sip of his iced wine. That man there must have been on of his sister's preys, Roman Ravenwood. Maybe he can prod some information from him, to see what he wanted with his sister. during the dance.

So many choices. Good thing the night is still young and no one has died of anything yet. Right?

Picking up another filled glass of iced wine, he made his way to Anastasia, trailing a hand across the small of her back and said "Princess, I'm most pleased to be in your presence. You look of so splendid tonight. I have but one humble request. May you introduce me to that man there? Surely you know who that is?" Munir, trying to be coy, pointed towards the man he assumed was Callum Danrose.

He was going to set his devious plans in motion all by his damn self he need by. He needs revenge for that that fool Edin did upon their arrival into the Caesonia Court.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Interactions: The Alidasht contingency,@13org Mayet @Rodiak Nahir @princess Anastasia @samreaper Kazumin

Munir was idly chatting with his siblings when Layla had to abruptly return to her quarters. "Aw Sister Layla! I was just kidding about not seeing you at these sorts of things, you can totally come along~" Munir said, again in jest. In truth, he doesn't care if Layla was present or not. She knows how he is at parties, he knows how she is at parties. This was just a party, after all. No surprises, no new developments.

Right?

A Princess Anastasia walked up to Munir and his siblings and introduced herself. As she was walking over, Munir had already 'measured' her up and down. He chuckled inwardly. She was a Danrose. An issue of Edin. Oh how glorious it would be if he were to rendezvous with dear Princess Anastasia tonight, only to have to stories of it whispered to old Edin, the arrogant fool. From the moment Munir and his people set foot in their great hall, it was not hard to tell that Edin disliked their grandeur and would have preferred it to have them arrive like the sandy cave dwellers he thought they were.

There was no way Munir suffers that unspoken insult, by the name of the Sun Gods.

"The pleasure is all mine, Princess." Munir said as sweetly as possible. As the princess moved away form them, Munir definitely saw that she blew him a kiss. Was she serious or was she going to be as easy as it seemed? Munir smirked and made a mental note to himself to find out at the party. Soon, the carriage that will take them to the venue had been prepared. As it was never meant to accommodate a party of their size, Munir shifted a bit and tried to take up as little space as possible without actually sitting on the floor.

Part way through the ride, Anastasia had the carriage stopped as she looked to pick someone up who was walking. As the other person entered the carriage, Munir saw that it was the person he thought was the court jester. As Munir thought he was going to have to shift more to accommodate one more passenger, Kazumin grabbed on to the back railing and the carriage set off again.

The man sang some inaudible words the whole ride to the venue...

As they arrived at the venue, a masked man came by and offered Munir a mask. "A masquerade, huh. very well. Even though my radiance will easily shine through this facade, I shall play along for now..." Munir said to the masked man as he grabbed a mask that was more mundane than he would have normally chosen, to nay a reaction at all.

Avalia

Time: Night time
Location: On the deck of the Harem
Interactions: @Potter Tigerlily @Helo Nym @princess Helio
Equipment: The clothing on his back: A unbuttoned dress shirt of the pirate-y variety, leather breeches, matte black in color, leather boots, in surprisingly good shape. Dagger, borrowed from Tigerlily

They gave Lizzie the 'best' burial they can muster up in that moment. She didn't need to die like that. She should still be at the helm, barking orders and laughing with all of them. Alas, she isn't. The ship is now captained by Nym, with him as his second mate. Not an ideal situation but given the overall experience levels on the ship, it was the only one to be made.

There were no songs. No jolly chatter, and more importantly, no excessive consumption of rum. It was all so weird of a pirate ship. But, given the events, it simply made sense. Tesoro, upon being made second mate, began giving out orders, not in a barking sense, but still quite direct. Nym was off dealing with something else it seems. So, it falls on him to get the ship in shape and underway, away from whatever potential danger that still lurked. He went and had words with Barboda about defensive assignments and the fact that they should probably keep some cannons loaded and ready to fire in case of ambushes. With Tigerlily, he didn't say much. He gave her a comforting pat on the shoulders and felt like that was enough to get her through for now. He did tell her that she can come to him, should she need someone to talk to.

If they were sunk here, Lizzie's efforts and bravery would have been wasted. There is no way Tesoro is going to allow that. If he had to, he will sail this entire ship by himself to safety or die trying.

When Helio called down what he was seeing from the Crow's Nest, Tesoro looked up and gave him a wave, acknowledging his words. Dinner was going to be simple tonight. Stew, bread and ale. Out of respect, he took an extra portion and set it in the captain's quarter, regardless if Nym has eaten or now.

He wanted to keep the memories of Lizzie alive and with them as long as possible...