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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.

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James Kingston




Location: The Mutant Underground (F7)
Skills: Kickboxing





James whirled around so fast at the new sounds that he saw spots in front of his eyes. Two new people, clearly not allies,showed up and started blasting. Several expletives exploded in his head, counting the number of people who would die if those pillars collapsed. The girl charged Colossus and Cayden. Colossus at the very least had plenty of experience in this field and Cayden seemed like he could handle himself. The man was the priority, taking down the support pillars would kill most of them and their attackers seemed to have a handy way of disappearing. James made his decision and charged the man.

James charged him, staying as silent as he could until he was within striking distance. His first punch missed the man’s head but he used the momentum to swivel on his heel and bring his elbow into the man’s arm, shifting it far enough that his follow up kick caught them man right in the ribs. The resulting crack of a rib told James exactly where to follow up next. Focusing on the broken rib should keep the man in enough pain he wouldn’t be interested in the pillars, only James. A nagging suspicion told him he’d regret it but at least it would be a great story to tell Casper over coffee.





Requiem




Location: The Hellfire Club (D3)
Skills: N/A





Requiem rolled his eyes as the fighting started, taking one last sip of his wine as Anastasia took her tumble. And all this banter. Did they think they were in a movie? Children, the lot of them. At least, that’s what he thought until the fire. Unpleasant memories rose unbidden, faint screams and begging filling his ears, the scent of burning flesh searing his nostrils. Whoever threw the fireball would regret their decision dearly if he got their hands on him. He opened his briefcase, teeth clenched as he willed his hands not to shake. His head snapped up at Jinx’s comment, glaring at the boy.

“I recommend you chose your words wisely boy or I will make you eat your tongue.” He snapped, the strain in his voice, though he raised his voice over the chaos, making eye contact with Sapphire. “Quell the fire and subdue your allies." He commanded the woman, not willing to waste Jinx’s set up. She resisted but his command seemingly set in and he turned his attention to the next task. He would have words with the brat but for now, ending the fight was a priority. Anastasia’s assailant was the next target, pulling his gun from its holster and pulling the trigger as soon as the intruder was in his sights. The tremble in his hands sent to bullet wide to his disappointment.

Interacting with: @Hero





Varis didn’t move away from Eris’s touch, instead reaching out to take the letter from the actor’s hand and slipped it into his jacket pocket. This was why he could tolerate Eris more than others. He always knew what Varis wanted before he had to ask for it. He understood there was a give and take and Varis didn’t have to soothe hurt feelings to make sure he understood that. The amount of times he’s had to placate some snotty duke or duchess because he needed a foothold in their territory annoyed him to no end and while he would normally take the time out of his schedule to ensure hey remember their transgression, the Count has far too many other things on his plate these days.

Varis offered Eris a pleased smirk at his words, very much looking like a cat who got the cream. The confident Eris that thought he could back him against the wall was nice and all but the Eris pleading with him was much more his style. It suited the actor much better in the Count’s opinion. He could offer the actor a brief reprieve but… He wasn’t feeling particularly generous today. The actor would have tomorrow to play catch up. He didn’t need most of these lessons after all.

“I suppose you do deserve something after suffering through such an ordeal.” Varis humored the mage, cross his arms and relaxing against the wall. They’d be riding home soon enough so Varis could afford to relax for a few moments. Eris always picked out decently sheltered spots. He couldn’t have someone think him slacking off. He nodded in Max’s general direction. “Finish your mage’s errands and we can be on our way. We’ll stop by your dorm and pick up whatever you may need for the day.”

Willow


Health: 2700/2700
Mana: 3550/3550(+450)





















“Where did he go?” Willow grumbled as she waited impatiently for a response. She should have followed him from the inn but she really wanted to have a single night in and she regretted it. Willow hadn’t heard from Cecelia since her last transmission about the sub-classes and that couldn’t be good. She takes her eyes off these people for one second and poof! They all scatter to the wind in a damn death game post death fight.

Aura yawned and went to scratch her head, but had a dull realization that she couldn’t scratch through her gauntlets and settled for a grumble as she continued down the path towards the bridge. It was late and had she simply turned in for the night, she would have probably been in the warm embrace of her hot bath. Instead she clumsily shook off the last cold raindrops off her armour. Useless raincoat. Thankfully, the rain stopped as Aura approached the bridge, clearing her vision enough to spot a lone woman on the bridge, presumably messaging guildmates. Wait - Last Genesis? “Evening.” Aura greeted with a wave, eager to take advantage of this chance meeting. “You’re part of Last Genesis, yes?”

Willow looked up at the question, looking confused as she cleared away whatever she had been typing on to give the newcomer her full attention. Willow didn’t immediately recognize the other but smiled anyways, the little crook of her eyebrows giving away the lingering confusion. “Um, yes? I don’t think I know you though. Are you looking for something?”

“Ah, sorry.” Aura said. Of course, Aura had always been a rather stringent member of the gaming group before Talrae, only filling in for a raiding group a couple times when there were certain sections that demanded a tank. It made sense that Willow would not recognize her, at least not within Talrae. “I should introduce myself. My name’s Aura, real name Ciara. I am currently looking for a guild to join and I was informed that Last Genesis was looking for a member? Perhaps you could use a defensive-oriented Paladin?” From Aura’s brief glance at the inn, most of the current members were offensive or utility. She could use defense as a selling point here.

Willow blinked at Aura for a few moments, clearly confused. How did she know even know anything about them? They hadn’t even considered how to handle moving forward after the last battle and someone already wanted to fill their vacancies. She felt a harsh pang in her chest and she wanted to cry but she swallowed her feelings and blinked away the prickling feeling at the corners of her eyes. There were still so many of them alive and with Karuu… She shook her head. She shoved those thoughts right back down and gave the other girl a weak smile. She had to make sure the rest of them could survive and that meant getting someone more equipped to handle a hit.

“I’m not sure what kind of coincidence brought you here but we do need someone. I was going to gather our guild tomorrow and discuss but it’ll be easier just to see if they want to vote someone in then putting out advertisements. I’m not sure how well we’d compete with the larger guilds anyways.” Willow said.“Do you have anywhere to be? I would like to ask you about your experience outside of this hell hole but I want to pick up a few more spells since I have no idea where our Tinker ran off to. Walk with me to the Guild Hall?”

“There was a white-haired guy in Troodon who informed me of your guild…” Aura said cautiously. She could tell that the few moments of silence for Aura was not silent for Willow. Did she say something wrong? - No, she DID say something that hit a nerve, just what it was, Aura did not know. Perhaps they had another Paladin in their guild, and Aura’s suggestion had reminded them of their former comrade. Aura would have to tread carefully if that was the case; neither herself or the guild would want a simple ‘replacement’ to an old guild member. Aura would have to ask later, just not while she was a one-way stranger to these people.

Aura gestured in a ‘lead the way’ manner. “I was walking the same way. I wanted to pick up the subclass quest.” Well, she was actually hoping she could just return to the inn, but it would be better if she got something done in the meanwhile. Besides, Willow sounded like the most responsible one out of the group, if not a sane member. Aura would do well to get to know Willow first, especially if they were putting Aura’s entry to a vote.

“One of our other guild members ran through the lightning to get there. Apparently she dodged it which means despite ignoring town safety rules, we can at least protect ourselves against it as well. Supposedly it’s a wandering monster that looks like Godzilla from what she said. I’m curious how a fight like that should go if you’re getting pelted with lighting every minute or so.” Willow explained her thoughts as she led them towards the guild hall. “As dangerous as it sounds, I’m excited to find out. Doesn’t that make me sound awful? Sure, it’ll put people in a bunch of danger but I can’t help getting excited to take down something with such an intense mechanic. Thats what I get for raiding so long.” Willow laughed as they crossed the bridge, steadily making their way towards the guild hall. As they walked, a little creature zipped by outside. It couldn’t have been any taller than three feet but from the brief glimpse, it looked like a small dinosaur on two legs.

“So tell me about yourself Aura.” Willow asked.”How much hardcore content experience do you have? Not having any is fine but we’ll have to take that into consideration when we are looking at training and such.”

Aura understood Willow’s sentiment. A desire for disaster, perhaps. To be struck by danger, be beaten down to the very core of their instincts and tease out their truest moments, and then to claw their way back up and triumph over the apocalypse. It was a weird feeling, and a guilty one many people suppressed. But it sure as hell made them all human to want to be tested and proven. Aura herself thought that being trapped in a video game was a trial enough, but she understood how many would still pine for the coming of storm clouds. “If anything, that will make for one hell of a choreograph, but you should be careful not to give devs ideas.” Aura replied with a faintly amused yawn.

Aura lazily tracked the dinosaur, but didn’t care to chase after it as they kept walking. “As for hardcore experiences... well, I did get trapped in a sewer with a bunch of oversized gremlins once, but that hardly counts.” Aura laughed almost like a bark. Sure, it was something the villagers gushed about for a few days, but it was a once-off thing with enough luck to overdose a gambler. She sure as hell wished it would stay as a once-off thing. “Otherwise? I did a couple of raids but most of them failed. Random parties aren’t too coordinated you see. So just consider me relatively inexperienced.”

“Considering all the realism the devs decided to throw in here, that must have been disgusting.” Willow wrinkled her nose at the thought. She certainly would never want to jump in those. The stench would probably never come out. “We can work with inexperienced. Just don’t want to get you in over your head on the first few runs. Maybe I’ll snag a few people tomorrow and we can scout out a good training area nearby. Arena’s are all well and fine but nothing teaches you faster than having your ass knocked on the ground by a monster.” The guild hall loomed ahead, a small gathering of players surrounding Dracion that Willow bypassed as they spoke. Inside, a small line at the counter had the receptionists working hard as players picked up basic actions and spells.

“I’ll try to catch up soon, then. Genesis does sound like a frontier-type of group.” Aura nodded. Huh. Now that she thought about it, Aura’s motivation to join a guild in the first place was to be in the relative safety in numbers, plus the greater loot when participating in events and raids. If they were tackling hardcore content, then that effectively nullified the point of the greater safety argument, and she probably was better off in the bigger guild for the more loot, although she despised the idea of having to grovel for it.

Aura yawned, tiredness now grating on her a little. Hell. It was too late for Aura to duck out now. And if she had doubts about this group, she could just back out, no harm, no foul. Plus, Aura thought idly as she shifted her shield arm habitually, hardcore content would probably have better equipment anyway - at least, better than the mediocre replacements she got from the merchants. ”Looks like we’ve arrived. I assume you’ll be looking for your Tinker?”

"No, I'll get my line, pick up my subclass, and then go back and soak for a while. I'm worn out. I'll just lecture him tomorrow." She sighed as she got in line. She just wanted to relax and everything going on has been anything but relaxing.


Rania nodded at Holly but another NPC called her over, a scroll draping loosely over his arm. Fathil, Runechanter Trainer hovered over him and the few snatches of conversation the pair could overhear suggested he was annoyed with the scribe work of one of the apprentices.







“No, no. No guilds for me! I prefer to be free to wander wherever my axe so takes me.” Wrinfell declined, a booming laugh echoing around the arena as she slapped them both on the shoulder again. “We’ll meet again, I’m sure. Maybe this time on the same side of the battlefield!” The Marauder made her way out of the arena, a spring in her step as she made her way to the River Inn, ready to drink herself silly.

“Too bad. We could have used you.” Apollo sighed. “Send me a PM when you want another one of these competitions. I’ll have our Guild turn it into a full event.” He sent her a friend request and waved as he made his way out. The guards started leaving, only a few remaining on duty for the overnight shift. From here, Cecelia could get underneath the stands through a large open door that seemed to lead further into the Arena where a few large empty cages stood and piles of dusty supplies litered the area. Few torches lit the gloomy area and one could barely make out a pitch black doorway in the back of the area.

Aster Damien Luxiel

Location: Wyandotte County Lake Park
Skills: N/A




Aster remain unaware of the disgusting prank the boy was playing, enjoying the feeling of weightless from floating on the lake. There wasn’t any sense of responsibility or worrying about other people. You could just watch the world turn and not give a damn about clothes or parents. But with water came pruning and Aster would be damned if he’d be seen with wrinkles. He let himself indulge for a few minutes longer, diving beneath the surface before he stepped back up on land. His nose wrinkled at the smell of fish gut and the mess splattered all over his jacket. While certainly annoying, the jacket would disappear soon anyways. Leave it to an Ares kid to pick the worst target for a prank. Idiots.

He grabbed his sandals out of his bag and slipped them on after making sure his feet were clean of dirt. Aster didn’t bother with other clothes, lacking the typical embarrassment nudity inflicted. He made his way up to the fire, using the conjured shirt as a mat to protect him from the ground. He pulled his phone out of his bag, logging into instagram and scrolling as he caught up on the world at large.

“Have we figured out who his parent might be yet?” Aster asked, not looking up from his phone. “And by the way, I’m showing him around camp when we get back. Finders keepers and all that.”


“Oh, yeah of course.” She fumbled with the keys for a bit, opening the case and pulling out the iron bracelet. It was rather heavy but had a far more secure clasp that the lighter charm bracelets. “So… can you tell me a little about him?All my friends would be super jealous knowing I’d gotten to talk to Eris’ mage!” The girl pleaded, trying her best puppy dog eyes.






“Enter.” Despite the heavy door, his voice rang through completely unimpeded.






As the Princess walked away, drawing other students in to walk with her, a small crowd congregated around her. There was a clear tension in the set of William’s shoulders but Sariel chatted almost as animatedly as the Princess did. A few mages scuttled out of her way nervously however, sporting a variety of mismatched color patches that they were still trying to dispel with varying degrees of success.

Elsewhere, Evalyn whirled around on Cassandra, her face horrified that she’d spoken loud enough to be overheard. Hannah however looked amused as she slid over to Cassandra, slinging her arm around the fire mage’s shoulders and drawing her in closer to the trio.

“Shhh, not so loud. Just because Evalyn is an idiot doesn’t mean we all have to be.” The words echoed directly into the three’s minds. “Yep, got one of those stuck up vampires dragging around a mage on a leash in our sights today. It’s going to be all sorts for fun. Wanna join?”

“You can’t just casually invite people.” Evalyn hissed, minding her volume. “This is not a more the merrier situation Hannah!”

“I can and I will. If we need to, the Hive will be more than happy to fix that. We’re all so disappointed we didn’t get to rattle his head.” Hannah chuckled outwardly. “Abigail and Devon are in town and they were two seconds away from inviting everyone in. Would have made for one hell of a party. So what do you say? Want to join in on the fireworks?”
James Kingston




Location: The Mutant Underground (D2)
Skills: N/A





James was so close he could practically taste it. James carefully stepped around the puddle of water, skirting the water line so he’d have the least amount of space between him and the bell. Leighton executed the plan perfectly, swinging right to start dividing the big guy's attention. That’s what the whole plan demanded, carefully splitting Colluses’s attention until one big catalyst brought any focus tumbling down. Spark Plug swung around with Leighton rather than on the other side, definitely not part of the plan but a survivable decision. He wasn’t really sure where Feedback vanished too but his thoughts were cut off as Cayden charged and James ended up not three feet from the bell. He was still just a little concerned if he charged in now, the metal giant would still be able to knock him back and it would all come crashing down.

Then Leightong worked some magic with the water, freezing Colluses’s feet, and he bolted at her signal, shouting out an ecstatic Whoop! as the bell chimed when he rang it a few times for good measure. They’d beaten it on the first attempt of the plan and it felt great. “Good job guys! That was great!” He beamed, riding the adrenaline high from the encounter. He hadn’t been entirely convinced this would work but it did and that was all that mattered.

But he frowned at Feedback’s comments. Black King? Magik? Tunnels? He pulled his phone out, frowning at no returned texts. He’d been pretty sure Casper was just as excited about their plans as he was and the lack of messages made him nervous. It was probably just the tunnels blocking signal. He couldn’t keep the worry that welled up inside of him, despite the rationalization.

“You don’t think they’re talking about the Morlock tunnels do you?” He asked, concern evident in his voice.





Requiem




Location: The Hellfire Club (D3)
Skills: N/A





Requiem raised his eyebrows in amusement at Emma’s request that Jinx make her a drink. There was just as much a chance of him poisoning the drink as there was not but it wouldn’t be anything deadly. The girl seemed at ease here and that would afford her a certain amount of protection of the chaotic mutant’s antics. He chuckled softly to himself as he found an echo of his own question revolving around the group. His guard was still up of course as he picked up his briefcase and settled it on the couch next to him. He’d like easy access to the contents. Maybe he was a touch paranoid but conquincidences rarely panned out well. Sometimes it took a new adornment between the eyes to solve those little hiccups and unlike the boy, Requiem had little issue solving such minor inconveniences regardless of who they were.

The newcomer’s answer was rather uninspiring and Requiem settled back into the sofa, his hand still on his briefcase. He watched her carefully, picking up his wine glass again but not sipping at it. He swirled the glass absently, more than happy to observe for the moment. She was an unknown variable and he would very much enjoy watching Emma handle the girl if the telepath so wished. This evening would hopefully get more interesting now.



Interacting with: @Hero





Although Varis was technically watching Eris through this horrific performance, he was in fact staring into the void and regretting every interaction with this vampire he’d ever had. He didn’t particularly care about the lack of personal space—Varis had long ago resigned himself to the fact that the actor would invade that if he intended to keep him around—nor did he care he’d be caught unaware against a wall. Varis had no doubt he could reduce anyone to tears if he so needed to establish his position in a situation. No, what caught him was the abhorrent display of affection. A kiss on the knuckles? Some D-list line? If Eris wanted to make advances, he should have brought something useful, something Varis could use to further his own and his House’s interests. The Count couldn’t help rolling his eyes and letting a long, irritable sigh escape him.

Varis shouldn't have played along outside.

“Would you like to try something not from a d-list film?” Varis commented, snatching his hand back out of Eris’s hold. “Where did you even pick that up, some third rate mortal written plot line? Or was it one of those pornographic films the lower classes indulge in so much?” Varis had fully intended sending Eris’s rat and waif off for the evening and spending it much like they usually did after a few years apart but this whole situation made Varis reconsider his options. He could retire early instead, enjoying a bath and a book until it was time to correct the boy later tonight. The Count had instructed him to have his first apology letter fully prepared for review. Varis opted not to remind him, fully expecting him to fail and have to beg for an extension. Maybe threatening a punishment and watching him struggle over it would be enough for Varis to forget this.

But no. Varis wouldn’t deny himself something that could handle the stress he had nor would he threaten the influence he could exert through the actor. Able to shift attention away from his other issues in the media that both vampires and mortals enjoyed made his life so much easier but he wondered whether the cost was worth the reward sometimes. Of course, he would ultimately indulge Eris. He did more often than he cared for, letting out another sigh at the admittance. But the actor would have to work for it. Varis crossed his arms, leveling Eris with an unimpressed stare.

“You have two new pets this evening. How are you going to handle them if you’re busy with me?” The Count demanded, an eyebrow raised in challenge. There was only one correct answer to this and he fully expected Eris to sweat a little bit. The first night was always important with any new mage but they would not be stepping foot into his dorm. The actor would have to choose between him and the pair and he would be severely disappointed if he didn’t choose correctly.





Interacting with: @WeepingLiberty





“Uh, attractive? No, never.” Damien back pedalled on that comment as the tips of his ears burned pink. Curse him and his lack of filter sometimes. Words just bounced around in his head and sometimes they bounced around fast enough until the rocket out his mouth before he could catch them. ““You said buses? I think I remember a bus stop on my five second tour as I was holding on for dear life. The vampire drives like a damn mad man.” Damien grumbled as he directed them where he remembered a the bus stop to be.

He didn’t in fact remember where they were but they managed to find there ways there anyways, the mage apologizing with a sheepish smile. As the pair approached the bus stop, it was far more crowded than one expected, excited students clamouring about Eris Samael being in town and complaining that the bus couldn’t move fast enough. A few were showing pictures of the back of Eris’s head over his seat. A few others were discussing his seeming friendship with the vampiric nobility that more than a few had noticed in Treaty Law. The line for the bus was quite long but Dakota would be able to pick out Joryldin off to the side of the group, talking with a vampire and two mage girls. One mage looked bored and the other concerned while the vampire looked relieved as she spoke with Joryldin.



James Kingston




Location: The Palace Grounds (D5)
Skills: N/A





James slipped into the crowd, the familiar sense of disappearing into a mass comforting. He would never admit it but he felt a slight twinge of nerves at the coming conflict. Straight face to face combat had never been his strong suit, capable enough to keep himself alive long enough to escape but probably not going to out match anyone without some luck. The Resistance, and the defective Shield members, gave more than two shits about the mass of people James integrated himself into. It was the safest place to be, at least in the beginning before everyone started panicking He kept his eyes and ears open as he scanned the crowd. For a moment, he thought maybe he was in the wrong place and should evaluate a new position but then he saw him.

Lance Banner.

“I have visual on the Banner boy and his girlfriend. Can we get a drone at my position?I want to make sure we can keep eyes on them when shit hits the fan.” James texted quickly to Agent Watts before slipping his phone away and making his way quietly behind them. Like he told Klara earlier, James didn’t care about any of this. If letting whatever insanity occur got him one step closer to snagging Banner, then let chaos rule. He slipped up behind them and waited. He knew it would happen. He just had to be patient.

And did the Hulk deliver.

After the initial aftershocks and whatever nonsense was happening with the water, James fished out his pistol and fired into Runa, not bothering to check his work as he transitioned over with the ICER on Lance. He dropped the ICER as soon as Lance hit the ground, refocusing on Runa. She was a problem and he sent a quick kick of foot at her, only to be blocked by some damn magic again. But he did manage to get Lance down for the count and he pulled out his phone again, texting Watts If you see her, dive bomb a drone into the girl I shot. He put it away and grabbed Lance, starting to haul the boy away in the confusion.
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