This is a branch off from the other roleplay I have going on, "Welcome to Meidiba. This is a town of opportunity. You can harness your skill sets of magic and lock picking at any open moment. You may also find yourself being the victim of a pick pocketing on a daily basis, so you might want to work on your reflexes. But have no fear, we're nowhere near a bad as some of the cities closer to the crag. They're all but foaming at the mouths, or so the stories say, we're not actually allowed to go any closer than the edge of the town. If you get caught going that far, boss man'll have your ass kicked. (Both friends decide to comment that nothing was actually covered) What? That's the true jist of it. If I didn't cover it, you'll figure it out soon 'nuff, trust me. (Friends roll eyes as they abandon) HEY WAIT!" A town of magicians, thugs, thieves, and plenty of combinations of the three. Those that are wise to business and how the world works can live quite comfortably, so long as you the right palms to grease. People you ought to look for: 1. The boss man. We have zero idea what his actual name is due to the fact he's been referred to as the boss in some form or another for at least two decades. He's as strong as he is merciless. "He's older than sin." 2. Lady Z of the rival faction. Mischievous, seductive, and a cunning liar. Her silver tongue is almost as sharp as her steel. 3. Roy Metezul... Metzulz.....but everyone calls him Bloodthirst because of his personality and the fact no one can pronounced him name. He is in charge of a group of bandits that gets in trouble with the boss constantly. He has his own section of town and constantly trying to get power. 4. Enigma. He has a name but no one really speaks with him because he is the liaison to the dark elves, and he does business for them. The elves live in the bosses territory closest to the crag, so they pay taxes and such, mostly cause they don't really have time to worry about it. But as the boss says, don't go trying to get more than what they're already being charged cause you won't come back You are a character in this town. You are going to be joining in as things are reaching the boiling point. For most of the part, you should be a human character unless you have PMed me something with an incredible story. You post something here without me checking it that isn't human, instant denied, regardless of how good it is. The crag is just as it sounds. A giant gaping hole in the earth. However, raw magic is seeping out of the crag and its created adverse affects on the people it touches. The people of this town for instance. You're as likely to have magic as a lock picking set. Probably have both. Magic is easy for people to use around here, though not necessarily everyone has to use it. As was said, the dark elves live closest to the crag which makes them rather sickly in stature but if they attack you with a spell, you're done for. The point of this little venture? Remember, this is the boiling point. The corruption from the magic is getting worse, it's like a sickness that sets in after awhile. We'll go more in to the symptoms once more people show up. But there just so happens to be another country full of mages that might just be the kind of breather people from this town could use- Lumoise. I'll post my character in a little bit (A little being probably in a few hours cause it's too late now for me to think XD). Got questions about the story? Post them and I'll see what I can do.

Name: Jasce Nighteye Age: 17 Gender: Male Personality: If the opening paragraph doesn't help any, here we go. Jasce is a goofball, but it's honestly to entertain others. It's a semi-depressing town they live in, so he tries to be a sort of comic relief. He is actually quite serious- you have to be in a town like this. He's not exactly quick witted but he isn't as stupid as he pretends to be. He is very protective of his friends, and you might find yourself with a knife in your rib cage, usually on the left side, if you try to hurt them. When it's time to get down to business, Jasce straightens up and is quite capable of taking care of things. History: Jasce was born and raised in the beautiful town of Meidiba. His parents were murdered early on his life and he sort of came under the wing of the boss man, though he wasn't actually raised by him. He was passed around between people who had the time to deal with someone of his high energy level. Because of this, he's quite loyal to the boss man. He doesn't question much what he's told to do and seeing the other two factions get stronger over the years feels like an insult to the boss. But the boss said not to do anything with them, just to focus on what he told them to do because he wasn't worried about "the little pissing match" that would come to be if they got too powerful. He has a friend Levlonggir but he usually just calls him Lev because he feels it's too much to say. They're kind of polar opposites, but that's kind of what makes them work. When he became old enough to start doing odd jobs, they worked together to accomplish the goals, though it was usually Lev dragging Jasce along and cleaning up his messes. The boss finds it quite entertaining when the two come back to report to him cause of the conversations/arguments that ensue. His lackeys would prefer to go on to the next item of business, but they don't exactly tell the boss that since he's too busy just sitting back and watching them. In the past few months, the boss has introduced a new member to the group- a female dark elf, he calls her Zoobie. Jasce has treated the whole thing like a big game. He likes getting to explain things like he actually knows what he's talking about, but then Lev comes in and ruins the whole thing by explaining it properly. He knows this town like the back of his hand, so if you're trying to catch him for some reason, you're going to lose. The only person who can is Lev, because he knows where he's mostly likely to pop back out at. He can't get lost in his town, but he will pretend to be lost if he accidentally runs in to Bloodthirst or Lady Z's crew because they don't tend to like him- something to do with him constantly running his mouth. Another reason he might likely come back out of hiding is because Zoobie gets "kidnapped," aka because he forgot she was following him and she got lost in the process of him trying to get away from something. Lev usually finds her by the time that lightbulb finally goes off. The lecture that follows has become a broken record. Abilities: He's quick with a knife, but he's not likely to be all that stealthy if he isn't used to the terrain. In his hometown? Good luck catching him once he's completed his job. When he's got something to complete, there's point in trying to joke with him, because he's focused. If he's in a terrain where he doesn't really know how to easily get away, the shadows become his best friend and the easiest means of escape. Anything extra?:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1zagQpB_c0M

Well, you have my interest. I'll see if I can cook up a CS.

Yay!!

*Spins in chair, waiting patiently for anyone else*

"The fact that I am blind does not mean I cannot see" 5ft 5in, her eyes have been ripped out. There is nothing but ragged holes where they should be. Name: Rhian 'The Priestess of the Damned'. Age: 33 Gender: Female Personality: I care for those that the rest of society leaves for dead. When others hiss at the disfigured, the diseased, or the insane, I care for them. I treat them with the kindness and the compassion they deserve, and I bring the word of the gods to them. They are the Damned of Society, and I am their Priestess. They are my flock, my children. Like any mother, I grow angry whenever my children are threatened. Specifically, I kill those who threaten them. I'm really typically nice and peaceful. Just don't threaten my children, or I'll show you what it really is to be damned. I have a stubborn streak a mile wide, it should be said. History: I was blinded at a young age. I don't remember who did it, or why. I only remember the intense pain of having both eyes carved out of my head, and passing out. As I slipped into blissful unconsciousness, I assumed I was going to die. Afterall, typically when you lose your eyes that violently, you bleed out. But, I didn't die. I was visited by a multitude of beings of shadow. They were too dark to make out more than just their forms, but they spoke to me. I won't go into the details of all they said, as that would be a telling that would take days. They told me I had been chosen to guide the damned, the forgotten, and the shunned. I had been chosen to save them from themselves, and protect them from the rest of the world. They would give me the powers necessary to both overcome my blindness, and protect my flock. I accepted their offer gladly. When the only other choice is death, you don't accept an offer any other way, do you? The going was hard, at first. After all, no one respects a little girl, least of all a blind one in the slums, near the crags. But my Gods provide. Those who threatened me paid dearly for their insolence. Those who merely ignored me were forgiven, and later brought into the fold. As I grew, so did my powers and my ability to understand people and comfort them. It is harder than you think, to make someone open up to you. Especially near the crag. These people have been hated, insulted, and attacked their entire lives. Getting them to open up to me, to my Gods, and to let themselves be comforted. I suppose that's where my stubborn streak came from. I refused to give up on them, no matter how many times they threw me back. No matter how many times they screamed an insulted me. I always came back. Now, there's a tension in the air. There's a trembling through the lifeforces. Something is coming. I don't know what, but I do know one thing. I will weather the storm, and I will protect my children. As I always have. As I always will. Abilities: Lifeforce sight- My magic, a gift from the Gods, more than makes up for my lack of sight. I can see the life force of people and animals like burning candles in the dark. Even inanimate objects can be seen by me, a dark grey glow. They even have their own colors, according to the person's personality. As such, I know better than most how easily the flame of life can be snuffed out. I've watched it happen. Healing- I can heal wounds, though naturally the more severe the wound the longer it takes. A minor stab or cut takes seconds. A mortal wound to the heart takes days. Hellfire and Black Lightning- I can wield the nastier versions of fire and lightning. My Hellfire, a lovely blue, burns the soul as well as the flesh, and burns with a greater intensity than your average flame. So those struck with it might recover quickly from the physical wounds, the spiritual pain would last for years. My black lighting is as dark as night, and rather than only just throwing the lightning bolt and praying, I can manipulate it unnaturally. A lighting whip, or a ball, or a sword. Things like that. It too leaves a lasting spiritual damage. If this sounds unholy, good. *She gives a small smile.*I am a priestess of the Damned after all. Disease immune- Be they plagues or common colds, I am immune to them.

Interested.

Rhian is definitely approved, a very interesting character

Anyone else??

*Falls on knees* Please? Anyone else?!

Bump?

*Falls on knees* Please? Anyone else?!

What's the plan for this RP? And is there any context I need which isn't in that OP?

Well things are falling apart with Meidiba, or they will, and the group is going to have to leave to warn Lumoise because what ends up happening can happen there too

I'm most definitely interested.

I am interested :) I'll get up a CS as soon as I can.

Yay!

I call dibs on a thief...

lol kay

Yes, join us. Bow before the priestess of the Damned. Rhian will look forward to working with you! :D

Name: Fox Ironwall Age: 16 Gender: Female Personality: Fox is a very arrogant person. She is loyal to no one but herself and she does what she feels she needs to do to survive, even if that means betraying her friends. She is very quiet at times, but when it comes to a heist, she is never afraid to be loud and obnoxious about the score that comes out of it. She never has partners in fear of them betraying her and she always keeps her distance from things like love. She is sometimes a cold person and it is rare for her to do something nice for anyone. History: Fox grew up in this town not knowing her parents. She was dumped on the streets when she was only three years old and was taken in by a group of older kids who wound up feeling bad for her. They all stayed in the same house that she did and they were all thieves, as she grew up to be. She grew up being the baby of the group, always getting the smallest share from any big heist they did and always getting the crumbs of any meal that they could scrape by on. She didn’t mind because they were her family and she loved them like it. That all changed when she found the necklace. A red and black choker necklace with a black diamond on the very front. She saw it and immediately she wanted it. So, in the dead of night, she stole into the house that contained the necklace and she took it for herself. She did not tell the others about it and as soon as she put it on, she began to feel different. She began to feel stronger, quicker, and stealthier all at the same time. She was fourteen at the time and she began to gain more heists, score more dough than any of her friends. And her friends began to get jealous. One night when she was fifteen, they confronted her about what had been going on and they got into a fight. Two of her family was killed and others badly injured, but she walked away unscathed. She knew it was the necklace, and somewhere deep in the back of her mind, she knew she should take it off, but she couldn’t. That necklace was a part of her now and she could not bear to part from it. So, in the dead of night, she went away. She found a new place on her own and stays there now. Abilities: She is great with a bow and arrow and very skilled at hand to hand combat, but when it comes to her, you don’t want to be around her when she’s made and has a throwing knife. The necklace makes her stealthier, so she is more silent and able to blend into shadows and darkness easier. She also seems to know what fight moves a person does before they even make it. Anything extra?: She always has the necklace on. No matter what. She never takes it off.