Avatar of Achronum

Status

Recent Statuses

10 yrs ago
So tired, sleep why do you spurn me?!
1 like

Bio

Hiya, AChronum here! Although I'm relatively new to rping, I have plenty of writing experience and love trying new genres and styles. I absolutely love high magic fantasy RPs and am pretty much willing to do anything so long as I can create a charaxter, not play an existing one, and develop lots and lots of backstory! I'm perfectly comfortable with all mature themes as well, although smut for smut's sake is out of the question.

Interested in an RP? Send me a PM and have a magically marvelous day!

Most Recent Posts

Alisaie stepped out of the gym’s shower and stretched before dying off and slipping into a comfortable outfit. Tying her still damp hair back, she made a beeline for the campus’s Starbucks. Her run this morning with Anaja was peaceful, minus the vomit they found staining the path, and she definitely needed her morning fix. Three espresso in a grande veranda, the perfect morning kick to the face, and a protein box. Nice, simple, and aggressively bitter like her soul. She made a beeline for the club after.

“What’s up bitches?” Alisaie shouted as she slammed open the door, sipping from her coffee. She paused a moment, gauging the room. Since first being brought back as a devil a month and a half ago, she’d learned showing up later than the rest would save her some sanity. “Y’all done with your morning flirtations or should I stand outside awkwardly eating for another half hour?” Not bothering to wait for a response since they were never done, she slammed the door closed and flopped onto a couch and started eating.
Blep
@MonachromeX2

Oh I'm glad you messaged, I noticed you reading the pages! Contact the GM directly for a faster response but we are still open for the time being!

“When you invite your colleague to help lecture, one would expect it only proper to provide some sort of escort.” Eleanor replied. “This is my first time in American, let alone this University. Honestly, they really are living up to the great American reputation.”

Eleanor walked a half step behind, taking in everything about the school. Seeing everything from a fresh perspective was invigorating but she was getting distracted. She returned to her attention to the boy guiding her. “Oh! Pardon my manners, my name is Eleanor Jones, a political analyst out of the University of Cambridge.” She looked him over and smiled, excitement sparkling in her eyes. “And who do I have the pleasure of being saved by? You must tell me all about America. Is it true all of your food is twice the size of ours? Is everything deep fried? Do you all have red, white, and blue guns? Do you work into the ground under the pretense of Patriotism?”

Alfonse


Alfonse finished his bagel, dabbing lightly at the crumbs on his cheek. He folded his newspaper and placed it back on the coffee table as he proceeded to put away the pastries and wash out the teapot. He vacuumed and cleaned, washing the windows, organizing Alice’s desk, dusting here and there. He hummed to himself as he picked up a water pitcher, filled it, and put it aside for when everyone returned.

Then he felt it. It was something close, something powerful, and he knew Alice needed it. Alfonse closed his eyes and let his magic loose, feeling it wash across the campus. He felt whatever it was burn at the edge of his consciousness and he grinned. Sacred Gear. Just walking into their territory without a second thought. How delightful.

Alfonse took a moment to check on Alice. He nodded to the familiar and closed the door on the sleeping girl, grinning sharper as he cast a barrier on the door. Just in case someone tried to sneak in while he was out. He snapped his fingers and a magic circle whirled into existence beneath him and it moved upwards slowly. As it vanished, Alfonse pulled out a compact and examined his work. Eleanor stared back- pale skin, waist length black hair, green eyes, even the woman’s beauty mark of her right cheek perfectly copied- and he nodded at the reflection.

He let his magic grumble at him as he made his way across the campus. He strolled leisurely, pausing periodically to talk as he made his way to the source. He hummed to himself as he finally found him, a human dressed in a white shirt and pants. He spent a moment watching the man as he stepped off the bus, letting himself descend into Eleanor’s headspace. She approached him hesitantly.

“Pardon me sir, I’m having some difficulties finding your Political Science department. Would you mind escorting me?” Eleanor asked desperately, flustered enough she let slip her British accent. “An escort was supposed to meet me at the entrance but no one showed up and I’m awfully late.”
@orcpunx

Twice a week. Each in game day is split into three times skips for non combat scenes so as long as you post in two out of three of them, you'll be on mark!

We also have a discord where smaller, primarily conversation oriented scenes can be played out rather than devoting a full post to it.
Bump
@Lauder

Yes we are! Read through the OOC cause there is a lot and then PM our wonderful GM with any questions, comments, or concerns you may have :D
Bump
© 2007-2026
BBCode Cheatsheet