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Year: 9:15
Fifteen years before Dragon Age Origins

The premise of the story is that you are part of a secret organization of assassins. Your organization fights for freedom and equality throughout all of Thedas. The setting for this story is in Denerim. The nation of Ferelden is still young, and many will use this opportunity to exploit the people of new Ferelden. Orlesian Conspirators, Dragon cultists, bloodmages, Elven supremacists, dwarven carta, bandits and theives, corrupt nobles, and other enemies the dragonblood guild have made.


Organizations:

DragonBlood Brotherhood: A creed hidden under the guise of a mercenary guild, they fight strongly for the belief of freedom of choice and protection of the innocents. Their trademark weapons are the duel hidden blades, retractable knives hidden within their steel gauntlets. Their standard armors are drake skin leather armors. Flexible and strong, this armor is often the only way DragonBlood members identify each other. A Dragonblood recruit is required to kill drake in order to obtain the armor and join their ranks.

Antivan Crows: A fearless group of elite assassins. Crows are renowned throughout Thedas as hired arms that will always take out their targets.

Orlesian Bards: Orlesian Bards, they are skilled spies that are masters in the art of espionage, disguise, and reconnaissance.

Dwarven Carta: An ancient syndicate headquartered Orzammar, Carta dwarves specialize in smuggling lyrium, weapons, and slaves, and they command a formidable racket in Dust Town, patronizing prostitutes, beggars, and businesses.

The Undercuts: A gang of surface dwarves that band together to terrorize dwarves and peoples alike. They smuggle or rob people, sometimes fighting as well as working alongside of other criminals.

Smugglars Guild: They come in various sizes, some smuggle slaves in and out of Tevinter, others settle for trading illegal herbs across the borders. Smugglars can be found all over the underground market, if you search long enough.
[hider=Emma Deasun]
Name: Emma Deasun
Nickname: Horseshoe
Age: 20
Race: Elf
Mage: Mage
Faction: Smuggler
Religion: Dalish Gods
Personality: Free spirited, easily distracted, often oblivious to what is going on around her.
History:Like her twin sisters, she was born in Orlais from a privileged servant elf. One of her earliest memories was of a high dragon scorching fire down at her mother and her home. Parentless and homeless, she and her sisters were forced to flee Orlais and live among the Dalish. Because there are rules against having too many mages in one Dalish clan, she and her sisters would have to alternate clans, making sure to always stay together.

For years they traveled with different groups. Learning among various Dalish clans, bandits, qunari, apostates, and merchants, they crossed treacherous terrains promising only to be loyal to family. Now, she along with her sisters reside in Denerim, hoping to finally find a home.
Weapon of Choice:
Appearance:
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Quote: "Where's my horse?"
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Gang Syndicates: Organized groups of criminals, they can be highway robbers, protection racketeers, loan sharks or hustlers, gang members work together to exploit those who don't have the means to protect themselves.

Reining Men Syndicate: A rising gang syndicate in Denerim, they are rapidly growing in their attempt of controlling the Denerim criminal underworld.

Invisible Sisters: Originally a gang of women banding together for protection against the Reining Men syndicate, the Invisible Sisters have become an all women criminal syndicate. They run protection rackets and racketeering that now rival the Reining Men Syndicate.

Dog Lords: Like the name implies, the Dog Lords are a gang of criminals whom go to great lengths of training and protecting their Mabari hounds.

Highway Hustlers: Like the name states, these are highway men that often disguise themselves as guards. They pretend to be kind, only to trick you or rob you for you goal. Travelers are asked to be wary of these impostors.

Theives Guild: Bands of pickpockets. Organized beggars whose only skills are that of stealing.

Crimson Weavers: An illegal guild or mercenaries that work crime syndicates.

Crimson Oars Guild: A barely legal guild of mercenaries, they take pride in their ruthlessness and will often take work that others refuse.

Red Iron Guild: Newly formed, this guild is one of the more respectable guilds in Denerim. They take pride in the prows and battling skill, and follow an unspoken code of chivalry and brotherhood.
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Name: Ria Deasun
Nickname: Shocker
Age: 20
Race: Elf
Mage: Yes
Faction: Red Iron Guild
Religion: Agnostic
Personality: Prideful, loves drinking and fighting, and is very friendly to the people around her.
History: Like her twin sisters, she was born in Orlais from a privileged servant elf. One of her earliest memories was of a high dragon scorching fire down at her mother and her home. Parentless and homeless, she and her sisters were forced to flee Orlais and live among the Dalish. Because there are rules against having too many mages in one Dalish clan, she and her sisters would have to alternate clans, making sure to always stay together.

For years they traveled with different groups. Learning among various Dalish clans, bandits, qunari, apostates, and merchants, they crossed treacherous terrains promising only to be loyal to family. Now, she along with her sisters reside in Denerim, hoping to finally find a home.
Weapon of Choice: Sword and Shield
Appearance:
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Quote: "Challenge accepted"
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BlackStone Irregulars: Mercenaries that serve nobility. They take up odd jobs more then they do combat jobs.
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Name: Paola Deasun
Nickname: Stoner
Age: 20
Race: Elf
Mage: Yes
Faction: Blackstone Irregular Blacksmith
Religion: Qun
Personality: Sarcastic, reclusive, oftentimes bad company. She doesn't like speaking or working with others and always criticizes people. People generally annoy her.
History: Like her twin sisters, she was born in Orlais from a privileged servant elf. One of her earliest memories was of a high dragon scorching fire down at her mother and her home. Parentless and homeless, she and her sisters were forced to flee Orlais and live among the Dalish. Because there are rules against having too many mages in one Dalish clan, she and her sisters would have to alternate clans, making sure to always stay together.

For years they traveled with different groups. Learning among various Dalish clans, bandits, qunari, apostates, and merchants, they crossed treacherous terrains promising only to be loyal to family. Now, she along with her sisters reside in Denerim, hoping to finally find a home.
Weapon of Choice: Blacksmith Hammers
Appearance:
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Quote: "I'm not impressed."
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Chantry: The dominant religious organization of Thedas. They exist to spread the teachings of Andraste, and work as the charity organization of their local areas.

Mage's Collective: A group of magi, comprising of both Apostates and Circle mages, that operates outside the restrictions and oversight of the Chantry and the Templars
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Name: Daniela Deasun
Nickname: Droplet
Age: 20
Race: Elf
Mage: Yes
Faction: Mage's Collective
Religion: The Maker, Andraste's Chant of Light
Personality: Caring, kind and sympathetic to others, selfless, often sensitive
History:Like her twin sisters, she was born in Orlais from a privileged servant elf. One of her earliest memories was of a high dragon scorching fire down at her mother and her home. Parentless and homeless, she and her sisters were forced to flee Orlais and live among the Dalish. Because there are rules against having too many mages in one Dalish clan, she and her sisters would have to alternate clans, making sure to always stay together.

For years they traveled with different groups. Learning among various Dalish clans, bandits, qunari, apostates, and merchants, they crossed treacherous terrains promising only to be loyal to family. Now, she along with her sisters reside in Denerim, hoping to finally find a home.
Weapon of Choice: Combat Staff
Appearance:
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Quote: "(Facepalm) Not again..."
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Blood Mages: Originally learned from demons, these dark rites tap into the power of blood, converting life into mana and giving the mage command over the minds of others.

Redwater Teeth: A notorious group of blood mages that have been organized in Denerim long before Orlais occupied Ferelden...
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Name: Llena Deasun
Nickname: Sprite
Age: 20
Race: Elf
Mage: Yes
Faction: Blood Mages
Religion: Atheist
Personality: Hot-headed, loud, tends to act before she thinks.
History:Like her twin sisters, she was born in Orlais from a privileged servant elf. One of her earliest memories was of a high dragon scorching fire down at her mother and her home. Parentless and homeless, she and her sisters were forced to flee Orlais and live among the Dalish. Because there are rules against having too many mages in one Dalish clan, she and her sisters would have to alternate clans, making sure to always stay together.

For years they traveled with different groups. Learning among various Dalish clans, bandits, qunari, apostates, and merchants, they crossed treacherous terrains promising only to be loyal to family. Now, she along with her sisters reside in Denerim, hoping to finally find a home.
Weapon of Choice: Duel mini scythes
Appearance:
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Quote: "Say that again, I dare you mother*****, I dare you!"
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Demon Worshipers: To those who have lost faith in the maker or Old Gods, some have come to worship demons as their kings.

Followers of She: It's unknown when they began, but for generations a small group of followers obey the wishes and requests of an unknown desire demon.

Dragon Cultists: Worshipers of dragons as Gods, they often settle near the lair of a high dragon, blindly protecting and worshiping them.

Tal-Vashoth: Those who have abandoned the qun, they often become bandits or mercenaries because they lack any other skills of trade.

Emerald Knights: Elven supremacists, Dalish warriors who have moved into the city and work to terrorize humans for the centuries of humiliation elves have been put through.

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The school of opportunities

RP Pad

Link to current RP: http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/26759-disneys-magical-institute-for-student-training-m-i-s-t/ooc

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This will be a different kind of RP. Your only goal is to survive.

You will be in control of an OC enrolled in Disney Institute for Magical Training. A secret school that exists to help students expand in their various magical/paranormal abilities. Although most of the students are friendly, there are secrets in this school that teachers will go to great lengths to keep hidden.

Your job is to survive, and to help fellow students survive, while dark horrors unravel themselves around you and your classmates.

The student body will consist of heroes from Disney movies, the teachers staff will consist of Disney villains that you may not want to get involved with. Events in the school will occur corresponding to what occurred in the Disney movies. But since I'm a jerk, I'll make sure that not all stories have a happy ending.


Rules:

1. Please be active in both RP and OOC thread. I know many of you have to juggle school, a job, and a personal life, as long as you contact me or mention in the OOC that you won't be posting for awhile, you won't be kicked from the RP. The requirement for posting in the RP thread is 3 posts a week before being considered inactive.

2. Romance is permitted. Personally, I dislike romance RPs and fanfictions. Since this is a Disney RP, however, it would be very hypocritical for me not to allow it. Fair warning: I dislike romance, if you make it happen, I promise I will do my best to kill your character. XD

3. Please ask if you plan on controlling a Disney NPC. I have plans for several of the Disney characters. To make sure nothing conflicts, I'd like you to ask permission before you use a Disney character. I'm very relaxed with this rule, I'll say yes 9/10 times as long as you ask on the OOC thread or PM me.

4. Be respectful.

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Setting

Hidden in the Appalachian Mountain ranges of North America, secret schools exists to help train gifted teenagers. There are thirteen schools on the mountain ranges, each built spiraling away from the first, acting as a shield for the secrets that lie deep within the mountain range. You are enrolled in the newest, and outermost, school. It has the lowest student enrollment, and is the thirteenth school so far to be built. Being the newest school, the staff have more authority to "experiment" various teaching methods with the students.



Note: you are allowed to reserve an approved disney character as your main character

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Accepted Students/Teachers:










Story Arcs:


(Arc 2 begins on page 7 on the OC thread)

Primary Ability: A primary ability is the talent your character is most skilled with. Although students may study every type of magic, there are certain abilities that students excel at. For instance, Jack frost's primary would be ice power, while Tinkerbell's would be flight/wind ability.

Preferred Magic type: This is the magic that the student is studying/uses. There are many types of magic. (Feel free to create one and add it to your OC) The three primary abilities are blood magic, elemental magic, and chaotic magic. (Here's a reference of magic if you'd like.)
Gothel had more questions for the girl, but she opted to wait to ask them later. "Here, this is yours from now on. After school, I want you to explore the school as much as you can. From now on, you're the delivery girl. You'll be sending letters and small packages around the school."

Gothel hands her an electronic notepad. "It has unlimited funds, you can buy anything in the school. Food, tools, weapons. It doesn't matter, we appreciate you're help..."

She paused for a moment. "I was serious when I told Tarzan not to speak to you. He's manipulative. He most likely wanted to tell you something to put you in danger." She concluded with that, and went back into her office. "Now go off to lunch, and then get to your classes like the rest of the students. Skip or visit other classes if you'd like, I don't honestly care. Just keep delivering packages when the staff needs them, and you'll be fine on our records. We'll communicate to you through the notepad."
Gothel looked at Juliette as she appeared in front of the office. She raised an eyebrow, "you're a teleporter? Well, this certainly changes things. Tell me Juliette, are there any interesting places you've ever teleported to?
Yes, the second Alice is sort of like a conjuration of a clone.
Happy new years!
Shenzi saw Juliette in the infirmary. "Oiy, injured and staff only here. Get the fuck out of our wary."

Benzai's eyes scanned over the girl's body. He noticed the bag of liquid that was holding. "Oh." He elbowed Shenzi, "She's the delivery girl."

Ed chuckled, "of course she's the delivery girl!" He huffed a laugh, "tell me girl, where are you from? What's your name? And more importantly, what are your powers?"

The three students stood circled around Juliette, prying their eyes into her, snickering at the thought of what she'll say next.
Hades casually picked up the pieces of Elsa. "Well... That was easy." He smiled at the thoughts to himself. Not only was he able to get Elsa in the state he wanted her in for delivery to Pitch, but he was also able to trick Magicka into borderline treachery against the school. He'd fulfilled Pitch's request, gained knowledge of Jack Frost's remains, his his own treacherous secret, as well as gain dirt on Magikca. Four birds with one stone.

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Shenzi snickered. She picked up her Grimoire and bolted out of the classroom. "Thanks for the gift, teach." She shouted. Ed and Banzai followed her out.

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Gothel's eyes lit up with excitement. "A job you say? Oh how I love giving out jobs and assignments to unsuspecting students!" She laughed, pretending the statement was sarcastic. "I need this, delivered to the infirmary room. Do this little job, and you'll earn enough to last you the rest of the year." She takes out plastic back with purple liquid inside.

Tarzen flinched, "Juliette-"

"Hush, mutt. You have no speaking privileges. Understand?"

Tarzan nodded without hesitation.

Gothel turned back to Juliette. "Come back once you've delivered this to the infirmary, then return once the task is complete. I guarantee this is exactly what you need right now."

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Stitch walked into the infirmary room. "Uh... Doc. I got an injury.... Again."

Jane and her father rolled their eyes. "Stitch, you really must learn to stop exerting yourself so much. You're magic might make you strong, but you're not invincible."

Stitch shrugged, "I like pushing my limits."


Hades walked over to Magicka just in time to witness Elsa's transformation completing. "Well, that worked like a charm." He knocks on Elsa's hardened forehead, "anyone home? Of course not." It was moronoic joke, but it still made Hades chuckles. "Congratulations Magicka," Hades knocks Elsa's statue over. She shatters into hundreds of stone pieces, "you failed the test."

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Tarzan shook his head, "don't worry about me, Juliette."

Gothel walks out of her office. "You!" She points to Juliette, "what do you want? You better have not been speaking to the mutt." She gestures her head to refer to Tarzan, he doesn't react to the comment.
"Jack is in my bedroom." She takes the vial and looks at it. "Though if you'd like more details the Black Curse, maybe you can speak to Pitch about it from his prison cell. I'm sure he knows more about this curse than I do." Upon opening the vial, blue glitter pops out from the vial's flask. She coughs, "ugh, I think some of it went in my..." She some coughs more, "lungs..."

She holds her head down, trying to exhale the dust that fell on her. She breathes more heavily to try and wait for the wheezing to end. she tries to hold her head up. "Water... Need some water." She takes a step back, and falls down as a result.

"Can't breathe..."

She blinks her eyes, colors begin fading into her vision. A low ringing fills blocks out her hearing as headaches begin deteriorating her train of thought. "Magicka DeSpell..." She moans. "Medicine. Need medicine..."

Her body begins to noticeably pale. The tips of her feet begin to freeze her body into a grayish stone color.

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"Don't worry about Gaston. He hits on students often and regularly fails. He used to be a star athlete in this school and chose to work here to relive his 'glory days'." Tarzan chuckles, he remembered the fan club that actually formed when Gaston was a football player. They'd all moved on, but Gaston still had a high esteem for himself. He no longer wanted to leave the past behind.

"My story is a rather long story." Tarzan thought about that for a moment. He realized he had enough time to tell it.

"Sniffers were hunted to extinction back when I was five years old. I was young when I had this ability. A group of people trained me to find my parents, and their families. After they were all killed by them, I became a very valuable slave. I was sold off to different parts of the world. Using my talent to find any and all targets that needed to be found.

A man name Clayton is my master. I was only enrolled in this school to capture the scents of every students in this school, including yours." He felt a little guilty for saying it. Juliette was a good person, but now if someone wanted her dead, Tarzan would be used to find her. "I'm going to other schools to repeat this process. Once I've collected the scent of everyone possible, I'll be given more freedoms for myself..." Those words were stale to Tarzan. He wasn't sure if he'd actually gain anything from doing Clayton's bidding, but the idea that he could strive for something gave him a sense of hope. That sense was the only thing that kept him alive.
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