I'd definitely like to throw my interest in as well! Can't wait to see the OOC.
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Hey, so my all but finished character sheet is gonna be posted as soon as I get off of classes today, or is the roster already full?
I just wanted to pop in to say hi, and that I'm in the process of thinking up a character. I'll keep my eye on the deadline, but I should have something up much sooner than that. :)
I would most definitely be interested in this! I've been wanting a good Mass Effect RP for a while now!
I would definitely be interested in this!
EDIT: Just saw the other interest check, I'm about to go look at the OOC.
EDIT: Just saw the other interest check, I'm about to go look at the OOC.
What kind of RP did you have in mind for this? For example did you have a specific genre you wanted to do?
Max turned off the ignition, looking curiously at the strange scene around them. They were in a forested, swampy area at the outskirts of the city, having driven through shrubs and bushes alike, by Vigil’s explicit directions, till they reached a place of nowhere - far removed from the roads of St. Somabra. After a long moment of silence,
“So, who exactly is this woman again?” she asked.
“An old ...friend,” Her companion replied unsurely, he opened the door with his one good hand and dragged out the briefcase they brought along. Looking at a small trodden path not far from where they stood, “It’s further in.” He pointed.
“Uh huh.” Max locked the car and began to head in the direction Vigil had given her, casting a glance his way as she did so. “You look like hell, you know. You somehow manage to look worse every time I see you, it’s impressive really.”
“Well. We can’t all be pretty like you all the time.” He quipped light heartedly as he shut the car door. Sweat trickled down the back of his neck where several scratches had scabbed over just recently and the fingers of his left hand were wrapped in thick layers of plasters, even as he walked he seemed to drag his feet with an awkward limp.
As they walked through the path, the foliage seemed to bend away from them. Slowly but surely after a few minutes of walking through a convoluted maze of trees, they arrived at the edge of a clearing where the fog was heavy and the evening air made things eerier than they needed to be. Stale mud and rotting wood clogged every breath, dead trees littering the wetlands in some macabre fanfaire, far in a distance they could make out what seemed like a small hill.
“There.” He gestured.
“Good,” Max said. “Let’s deal with this and get it over with then, shall we?”
“Yes… err,” He reached out to stop her for a moment just as she was about to take a step further in, ”She can be a bit ….eccentric.” He warned, putting things lightly.
Max looked at him curiously for a moment before continuing forward. “I’ve met more than a few eccentric people in my life, I’m sure we’ll make it through somehow.”
The two traipsed up the hill at a somewhat slow pace, as the eighteenth century estate came into view. It was large, and something about it gave off a strange, somewhat dark aura. As they walked and Vigil’s eyes kept to the woods, furrowing his brow ever so often. When they reached the entrance, he took the initiative and knocked on the grand door seven steady times.
I would also like to be informed if this starts back up.
Hello @Mahz! I've really been loving the updates and new features that have been added, but I just wanted to give a suggestion concerning PM conversations. I thought it might be nice to have the ability to change the titles of PM convos and delete old, inactive ones. You may already have some of this in the works and I know you're busy with a bunch of updates already, but I thought I'd throw in my opinion. Thanks.
Amara laughed tiredly. "I'd have loved to have been here just to read, but I did not truly get a chance to look through any of the books since I arrived. Well, the Guild's library cannot rival the sheer amount of books that are contained within these walls, but their collection is very extensive all the same. I'm certain you'll be able to find some to your liking. And why would you detest horses?" she asked, glancing at him incredulously in response to his rather vehement statement. Amara was so occupied with wondering what exactly the demon could have against horses that his next words caught her off guard.
"You... do not sleep at all?" Do any demons sleep, she wondered curiously. In truth, Amara knew very little about demons. Too little. How could she be expected to control a situation such as this when there was so much information she lacked. Even if it was a detail as seemingly insignificant as one regarding a demon's sleeping habits, the thought that she may be missing knowledge she needed was disquieting. She could not even consider asking Eirikur about the matter. Even if he did not lie, it would only make her seem weak. She resolved to research demonic lore as soon as she returned. The more Amara could learn about demons and the magic that bound her to Eirikur, the better. Despite the exhaustion she felt dragging her down with each step, she was not sure how she would ever be able to fall asleep knowing that he would be there. No, she was not worried about him going through the small amount of belongings she had brought with her, and she knew that the magical bond they shared prevented either of them from directly harming the other, but even so, Amara had the distinct sense that her life would be much less comfortable from that day onward. Amara had always been a rather solitary person and quite fond of her privacy, privacy that would largely disappear with Eirikur's presence.
She turned to glare when he mentioned her... mistakes from that day, briefly meeting his dark gaze before quickly turning her head forward. She answered his questions as patiently as she could. Amara was not the sort to speak about herself, and it felt awkward to do so now, though she recognized the need for him to have at least some information about her if any of this was to work. "I have an older brother, Kellan, and a father who live far to the north of Arenthus, as well as a small number of more distant relatives to the northwest. My family are merchants and landowners. Since I left for the capital I rarely see them however, given the distance," she told him. Amara had been raised in a rather wealthy family, though she had left them behind ten years ago when she had come to the academy in Valmyra. She had been close to them, especially to her brother when she was younger. It was strange to realize that she had not even thought of them in some time.
Amara cleared her throat and continued briskly. "I occupy a small suite of rooms at the Guild. I have two friends whom I am close to, mages like myself, a young woman and man, both twenty, the same age I am." They had met when they were ten and just beginning their studies at the academy, and the three had become close. They were not together as often in recent days, now that they all had their own lives and responsibilities within the Guild. "It would be best if you pretended we have some kind of previous acquaintance," she agreed, "and I suggest you say you come from the North as well."
"Priest work?" she asked with a small laugh. "Do not worry, that type of magic does not suit me in the slightest. I've neither the proper motivations nor the proper temperament for it. One of the two friends I mentioned does happen to work in that area, but my work tends to be more general," she added absentmindedly. Lyna had gravitated toward the work of healing and religion from early on, as Orin had gravitated toward the study of plants, but for Amara it had proven... difficult to find a specific niche. Amara had possessed an unusually high sensitivity to magic from a young age, and had always had a particular talent for arcane energy, warding, and some elemental magic. The combination had led her to a number of varying tasks and many kinds of work within the Guild.
The two had been walking quite a ways through the twisting labyrinth-like halls, and they soon entered the large hall that contained the room Amara had been staying in for the past week, thankfully without running into any others along the way. As they reached the heavy wooden door, Amara turned to stare at her companion fully. "I do not want anything from you, Eirikur," she stated. It was the first time she had spoken his name, and it seemed almost strange to her. "If I am lucky, which has not been the case thus far I admit, I will find a way to undo... this," she said, gesturing to the blood red pendant that hung from her neck. "Until then, I imagine you will be doing much the same things I will. And I assure you, I will not perish from stress," she told him, rolling her eyes ever so slightly as she turned and opened the door.
The space was rather small, with her few belongings spread about, simple yet well made furniture, a single bed occupying one corner of the room, and a wooden chair on the opposite side. It suddenly seemed much smaller to Amara with two people inside however. A small table was against the wall, piled high with books Amara had taken an interest in while there, mostly on history and magical lore. She had planned on bringing one or two back with her, they would not be missed. She supposed if Eirikur was to pack her things, as strange as the notion seemed to her at the moment, there was nothing for her to do. "I would ask that you withhold any further questions until tomorrow, and I shall do the same." It was not long before she all but collapsed onto the bed, not bothering to change out of the clothes she had worn that day. Despite her fatigue, it would be some time before the unease she felt allowed her to finally fall asleep.
"You... do not sleep at all?" Do any demons sleep, she wondered curiously. In truth, Amara knew very little about demons. Too little. How could she be expected to control a situation such as this when there was so much information she lacked. Even if it was a detail as seemingly insignificant as one regarding a demon's sleeping habits, the thought that she may be missing knowledge she needed was disquieting. She could not even consider asking Eirikur about the matter. Even if he did not lie, it would only make her seem weak. She resolved to research demonic lore as soon as she returned. The more Amara could learn about demons and the magic that bound her to Eirikur, the better. Despite the exhaustion she felt dragging her down with each step, she was not sure how she would ever be able to fall asleep knowing that he would be there. No, she was not worried about him going through the small amount of belongings she had brought with her, and she knew that the magical bond they shared prevented either of them from directly harming the other, but even so, Amara had the distinct sense that her life would be much less comfortable from that day onward. Amara had always been a rather solitary person and quite fond of her privacy, privacy that would largely disappear with Eirikur's presence.
She turned to glare when he mentioned her... mistakes from that day, briefly meeting his dark gaze before quickly turning her head forward. She answered his questions as patiently as she could. Amara was not the sort to speak about herself, and it felt awkward to do so now, though she recognized the need for him to have at least some information about her if any of this was to work. "I have an older brother, Kellan, and a father who live far to the north of Arenthus, as well as a small number of more distant relatives to the northwest. My family are merchants and landowners. Since I left for the capital I rarely see them however, given the distance," she told him. Amara had been raised in a rather wealthy family, though she had left them behind ten years ago when she had come to the academy in Valmyra. She had been close to them, especially to her brother when she was younger. It was strange to realize that she had not even thought of them in some time.
Amara cleared her throat and continued briskly. "I occupy a small suite of rooms at the Guild. I have two friends whom I am close to, mages like myself, a young woman and man, both twenty, the same age I am." They had met when they were ten and just beginning their studies at the academy, and the three had become close. They were not together as often in recent days, now that they all had their own lives and responsibilities within the Guild. "It would be best if you pretended we have some kind of previous acquaintance," she agreed, "and I suggest you say you come from the North as well."
"Priest work?" she asked with a small laugh. "Do not worry, that type of magic does not suit me in the slightest. I've neither the proper motivations nor the proper temperament for it. One of the two friends I mentioned does happen to work in that area, but my work tends to be more general," she added absentmindedly. Lyna had gravitated toward the work of healing and religion from early on, as Orin had gravitated toward the study of plants, but for Amara it had proven... difficult to find a specific niche. Amara had possessed an unusually high sensitivity to magic from a young age, and had always had a particular talent for arcane energy, warding, and some elemental magic. The combination had led her to a number of varying tasks and many kinds of work within the Guild.
The two had been walking quite a ways through the twisting labyrinth-like halls, and they soon entered the large hall that contained the room Amara had been staying in for the past week, thankfully without running into any others along the way. As they reached the heavy wooden door, Amara turned to stare at her companion fully. "I do not want anything from you, Eirikur," she stated. It was the first time she had spoken his name, and it seemed almost strange to her. "If I am lucky, which has not been the case thus far I admit, I will find a way to undo... this," she said, gesturing to the blood red pendant that hung from her neck. "Until then, I imagine you will be doing much the same things I will. And I assure you, I will not perish from stress," she told him, rolling her eyes ever so slightly as she turned and opened the door.
The space was rather small, with her few belongings spread about, simple yet well made furniture, a single bed occupying one corner of the room, and a wooden chair on the opposite side. It suddenly seemed much smaller to Amara with two people inside however. A small table was against the wall, piled high with books Amara had taken an interest in while there, mostly on history and magical lore. She had planned on bringing one or two back with her, they would not be missed. She supposed if Eirikur was to pack her things, as strange as the notion seemed to her at the moment, there was nothing for her to do. "I would ask that you withhold any further questions until tomorrow, and I shall do the same." It was not long before she all but collapsed onto the bed, not bothering to change out of the clothes she had worn that day. Despite her fatigue, it would be some time before the unease she felt allowed her to finally fall asleep.
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