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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.

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

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In Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️ → 10 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Morose@Achronum@Blizz@Forsythe@Kirah@PatientBean@Trainerblue192
2:00 PM - Wednesday. December 15th, 2038 - New Orleans, Louisiana


The Contest had begun.

It was more challenging than the new teams anticipated. Victory was everything and fighting a little dirty wasn’t against the rules. Very few applied once they were on the field, but breaking those that did were grounds for immediate disqualification of the entire team:

No items permitted beyond those declared.
No enhancement drugs.
No killing.

Beyond that, everything was allowed. Contestants rendered unconscious, or forced to concede, would be magically teleported off the field and out of the line of fire. The first few rounds in the Contest were grueling and long, teams playing safe to keep trump cards hidden as their adversaries sat in the stands to watch. But as the Contestants thinned match by match, everyone was pushed to their limits, until finally only three remained: Excelsior, The Hex Girls, and the Young Avengers. The Young Avengers buried their opponents in the morning with a brutal and mind bending victory, the power of the Demiurge on full display.

Now, Excelsior and The Hex Girls would face off against each other for the opportunity to break the reigning Champions’s streak.



The Hex Girls sauntered out across the field, Thuy and Thelma a few paces behind as they spoke softly to each other. Prudence eyed the Excelsior team nervously, wringing her hands as her eyes darted between them. Tatiana and Wil smirked at them, oozing confidence as Wil stepped just in front of Tatiana. Skylar gave Percy a slow, heated look over and bit his lip, winking with a grin. Ava laughed, head thrown back and joyful, and ignited, rainbow light shimmering over her skin. She carved runes with the same light and a heavy mace materialized in her hands, tossing it up on one shoulder like it weighed nothing.

The stadium went quiet as the two teams eyed each other across the field, barely thirty paces from each other. Everything the Avenger Academy team had been working on was in preparation for this moment, for this chance to prove to the world they were ready, that Arcade was just the first in a long line of victories these promising heroes would achieve. Both sides were willing and ready to do what it took to win. The tension could be cut with a knife .

”IS THAT BOY A GIRL TOO?!”

Back in the stands sat most of the parents and family of the Excelsior team. Amongst them was the world renowned Popstar Harry Simmons, who at this very moment was heckling a group of teens. His “Boys” sat elsewhere, all who stated they wanted to see the contest with their own eyes.

Group Initiative Check - Group Vigilance

Excelsior: 11 (roll) + 11 (Vig.) = 22 vs. Hex Girls: 12 (roll) + 17 (Vig.) = 29

Hex Girls go First




“Yes!” Ava shouted at the stands as she sketched a quick drawn glyph that surrounded Thelma in rainbow lights, shrieking with laughter as she then charged down the center field. Her hair snapped behind her, still covered in dancing lights, and she barely seemed phased that they were in a fight.

Wil swore under their breath and matched pace with Ava, shields up in front of her as they did. “Diving right in. Fuck, thought the boss wanted to draw them in. When we change the plan?!” Wil snapped. Ava didn’t bother responding, too focused on just running. Wil let loose a stream of curses that would make a sailor blanch.

Prudence eyed Thelma nervously but steeled herself. Leah was firmly in her sight as she wove the spell circle. It pulsed with a strange, dark energy, and vanished just as the light around Leah hardened into a box and caught her inside.

Skyler held up his middle finger at the audience even as Ava shouted back at them. Amber light, forming panels within, flowed within his hands as he chanted. It expanded into shattered glass and whirled around Tatiana, where two duplicates appeared. The three passed through each other several times before she bolted parallel to Excelisor, hugging the far right of the field.

Thelma watched, seemingly disinterested, with cold, calculating eyes before settling where she stood. Red and purple magic crackled in her hand, consuming the rainbow lights that Ava had shrouded her in and panels of magic fused themselves around her. Thuy finally pulled her hands from her pocket and dark red fire danced between her fingers. She looked at Sabine, smiled, and licked some off her fingers.

“Still lookin’ forward to kicking my ass, pretty girl?” Thuy called across the field, uncaring of the audience. “That drink offer’s still on the table - you and your girlfriend, wrapped up pretty in my chains, still crying after we beat you.” This time, Thuy flicked her fingers at Sabine and a bolt of Hellfire arc’d at her.

In Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery → 10 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



Location: Hall of Ancients, Strange Academy
Grimore: Invisibility
Skills: N/A



Nicholas eyed the key in his brother’s hand and felt some of the tension drain out of him. Even after four years at Strange Academy, Nicholas was always expecting and prepared for the worst - having his brother near him would make it easier when they needed to disappear. Nicholas pulled just part of his key from his pocket, enough to show off the winged end matching Barty’s.

“If fortune found her humor, our rooming companion is no mystery.” Nicholas said as he watched the next one take their place. Familiar magic and familiar form, Finley caught not one but two in hand. He was too far away to see which key the Fae had caught but if the look upon their face was any indicator, he was certain fortune’s humor had been found. He offered Finley a nod as they made their way over and watched Connie suffer next. Although Croan’s words were poorly phrased, Nicholas did raise his brow in surprise. To see Connie struggle like that, in a public setting no less, was certainly unusual.

And so it went. The wildling wielding a knife (barbaric), an enchantress of sort (he very politely stomped on his brother’s foot before he got any bright ideas), a pinata maker (Note: Avoid), a cat lady (Nicholas rolled his eyes - typical), a moth person (Note: Observe), and Callaghan, who seemed dreadfully social as always. Nicholas, despite seeing him saunter his way over to them, still jumped when Callaghan’s arm slung across his shoulders and gave the man a side eye. The view was appreciated but new magic was here and Nicholas wanted to ensure he was fully aware what threat they offered before he offered anyone an indulgence for the rest of the evening. Though inviting Callaghan and Finley away from the soiree they planned for this little group was enticing. He offered his ear as Callaghan leaned in, though all thoughts of later were gone with Callaghan’s warning.

“Magical or mundane?” Nicholas doubted anything mundane would concern a dragon enough to mention, but who knew what the human world now commanded. Nicholas scanned the room, nothing strange or out of place as yet another person took the stage. This one Nicholas had passed periodically, one of the strange little people who craved the mundane and normal so much they’d mimicked it here, but he disregarded him because Nicholas found the problem. He muttered a curse as he watched him struggle for his key.

Marcus.

He reached into the pouch on his belt and felt for a familiar wooden disk. Centuries had spanned between them, a violent separation condemning one of the few humans they had let into their lives to a workhouse in the late 1890s, but Nicholas would know his face anywhere. It took barely a thought to break his emergency spells and the twins vanished, Callaghan and Finley brushed off as Nicholas dragged his brother invisibly as far as he could in the room.

“We’re leaving. Nicholas sent across the link, keeping himself between the thing wearing Marcus’s face and Barty. They’d let the hag finish spewing whatever drivel she’d dredged out from her cups (embarrassing - you didn’t see the twins like that) and slip away into the night. Nicholas could admit Strange’s Academy wasn’t the worst place to have been, but they’d dallied long enough. This city was a bad place for them. They had history with it and history always had a habit of catching up. They’d lay this one to rest at least - Nicholas would hunt down every last one of his descendants and leave them rotting in a ditch. He regretted not doing it 120 years ago.
In Testing well everything! → 10 mos ago Forum: Test Forum

In Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️ → 10 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Danni Kingston
Location:Kingston-Gray House, New Orleans
Skills: Pyrokenesis


In his defense Danni was fully planning on listening to Andy and started taking deep, calming breaths until the fire went out but then, Dee and Spicy had the audacity to be weird. Like, Danni was 99.999999991% certain that Dee didn't speak whatever garbaldigook was coming out of his mouth. But Spicy was responding perfectly and his neck was protesting the constant back and forth and then while Princess and Rocky were laughing…

Danni put his face in his hands and screamed.

“W'at t'e ‘ell is wrong wit’ everyone?! Why is everyone so ‘or-’orny right now?! Did y'all drink an afrodesack or somet'in’? Gods!” Danni whined, sniffling a little as his yes got teary. “I finally get my besties all at t'e ‘ouse-God knows we've been tryin’ ta get Princess ‘ere for two years-and I can't even enjoy it ‘cause everyone wants ta make out or bang or be sticky wit’ each ot'er. I just wanna ‘ang out wit’ my friends, is t'at so much ta ask?” Danni wiped the tears away and stood up abruptly much to the dismay of Amèlie who startled and dug her claws into his pajamas with a squawk.

“Ya know, I'mma go ta bed, I'mma-bad Andy, bad Gideon make out after I leave!-do my routine, put on my ‘eadphones and mask, forget t'is nonsense ‘appened, and cook everyone t'e best waffles everyone ‘ave ever ‘ad in t'e mornin’. Get all your nonsense out now or no waffles for you! Good night.” Danni huffed, twirling on his heel. He could have listened to Beanie, he could have turned off the fire, but that would have been easy. Instead, it elongated at the bottom and whirled out like a cloak to cover Amélie as it floated frantically in his wake as he took his leave.

He did take the long way to his room, ignoring the noises he heard from Dee's room long enough to kick his door three times, satisfied that his irritation at the pair was clear.
In Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️ → 10 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Danni Kingston
Location:Kingston-Gray House, New Orleans
Skills: Pyrokenesis N/A


A-a-apend-APENDAGES?!” Danni stuttered out, mouth agape as he stared at April with wide eyes. What appendages? Why would they have extra? What did that even mean? Did she mean… “Are you talkin’ ‘bout t'e tentacles t’inies?! You want Venom ta use t'os-” His eyes snapped to Percy as he agreed and before Danni could say anything else, so did Leah!. Danni could barely wrap his head around a partner with normal appendages and everyone was talking about…

It started at his ears. The warm sensation in his cheeks spread and intensified and ignited, too stunned to even attempt to keep it at bay, and it spread like a halo around his head. Amélie chipped and wiggled her way out of his hold, clawing her way the short distance to his shoulders to curl into the fire. She rumbled like a truck engine, content to bask in the flames. The concept of sex as a nebulous idea far, far, far away wasn't something Danni cared about but forced face to face with the idea, Danni was wildly overwhelmed.

“Uh… Kill Venom, marry Loki, do the t'in’ wit’ Mystique.” Danni answered in a daze, not wanting to ruin Beanie's fun after her declaration. It was too bad his own fire didn't burn him; being a pile of ash right now sounded pretty good to him.
In Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery → 10 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Achronum@Trainerblue192@Morose@Blizz@Kirah@PatientBean@Teyao@KazAlkemi@kittyluna45@Half Pint
Evening - Thur. Oct. 31, 2040


Anguish was the background to perfection.

It thrummed inside the walls; broken voices and broken minds in a dizzying cacophony as nails scratched at stone and faces pressed against the plaster. All but one task was completed. Every stone counted, every nail shined, every crack smoothed away, and now the brief recess it afforded its labor would end. The task was made to be completed and it was made to complete tasks so this task would be completed and anguish would be the canvas.

It started with shackles of cotton, that no bodies would rise. It grew to planks of wood, that no sound would disturb. It ended with locks of paper, that no magic would find its way home.

The minds were left conscious to witness their failure.



Each student would wake on October 1st, 2040 to a puzzle box near their beds. Composed of strange metal bars (lacquered mahogany for Finley), they seemed welded together in a cage, but each bar sang a single note when tapped. Playing the correct song found the bars falling apart but every failure made the box smaller.

Successfully removing all the bars found a message scratched into the backs of them:





The setting sun found the Academy Courtyard alight with lanterns drifting freely about, swaying through the small crowd on a gentle autumn breeze. Music, played on enchanted instruments out of sight, followed in their wake and spectral hands carried trays of horderves and drinks to the students milling around the central fountain. It was the first night of the Academy, opening on All Hallow’s Eve, and anticipation was high. Students with newly awoken magic mingled with those who had honed their crafts over long centuries, a melting pot of traditions and techniques the world had yet to see among the magical world. This was the goal of the Academy: Strengthen the bonds between all magics and forge something new for a brighter tomorrow.

Given plenty of time to arrive, the striking of a bell found three doors thrown wide. Those who had attended Strange Academy before would know each room hosted a different set of students based on their placement for the year, offer them an opportunity to mingle with their classmates, and then learn how their year would progress and how they would be assessed for competency and skill. The Myrmian Hall hosted the novices, just growing into their power and young enough to need a strong, structured Academic experience. The Wandering Hall hosted those who had mastered the basics, but still needed still more academic experience.

And finally, The Hall of Ancients. This would host those whose magics (newly awoken or not) demanded an individually curtailed curriculum or those who needed to be challenged more directly to grow. The hall itself was usually barred from entry but those entering the coven system were invited into its grandeur just this once each year to feel the weight of the power they sought. Thirteen statues held the ceiling aloft here, six flanking each side and one commanding attention at the head of the room. Those sensitive to such things could hear the whispers of those who they represented, though their meanings long lost to time. Marbled floor stretched from the doorway to the last statue, where a short set of stairs ended in a raised platform with a single table and the three Coven Heads speaking softly amongst each other. Fish of dazzling colors swam in a crystal fish tank and changed into new ones every few seconds. A small note in front of the tank simply said:

Catch One









Location: Hall of Ancients, Strange Academy
Grimore: Invisibility, Image
Skills: N/A



Invisible beneath the layers of his magic, Nicholas ignored the recommendation and timed his arrival perfectly with the opening of the doors. He didn’t care for the bread and circuses the faculty put on. He’d much rather be holed away in the greenhouse or sipping a drink with a decent book and pipe, but here he was and unseen he’d remain if he could help it. New blood was entering this year and it was always uncertain how civil they’d be. If there were going to be problems, Nicholas wanted nothing to do with it and he’d drag his ostentatious brother out of the way too.

As soon as the doors opened, Nicholas slipped in and wasted no time heading to the tank. Rooming assignments were always “creative” and this year was no exception. A fish tank was better than last year; catching embers spitting out of a raging bonfire was not an experience Nicholas was interested in repeating. He ignored the nagging curiosity at the room for now. There would be plenty of time to investigate once he’d confirmed none of the new blood were threats. He ascended the few steps to the tank, where the Professors were chatting softly to the side and Professor Mikkail and Professor Croan paused in their conversation. Nicholas carefully dipped his hand in the water and stilled.

“Truely, you could not muster up a single iota of care for our expectations? These events are typically attended visibly.” Professor Croan tsked.

“Oh! Nicholas is here? I hadn’t even noticed. Excellent spellwork!” Professor Mikkail laughed. “Let him do as he pleases, Varn. If he doesn’t wish to make a spectacle of himself, then he shouldn’t have to. Right, Sariel?”

“Hm, what?” Professor Sariel looked up from her book, which she snapped shut after her gaze trailed toward the open doors. “The purpose of this exercise is to introduce the other students to each other’s magic. He’s using his magic. What’s the problem?” She asked as she side-eyed the vampire.

“A mood has taken Croan. Tread carefully.” Nicholas thought to his brother, electing not to respond to any of them and wait for the fish to forget there was ever a disturbance. Soon enough, one brushed his hand and he snatched it from the water. As soon as Nicky pulled it out, the fish changed and instead left a slightly damp key in his hand. It vanished beneath his spell as he closed his hand and he stalked off to the side. He attempted to conjure an illusion of himself a handful of paces away but instead his invisibility spell turned to smoke and drifted away. His skin crawled. He fished out a flask from his coat pocket and took a long swig from it.

In Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️ → 10 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Danni Kingston
Location:Kingston-Gray House, New Orleans
Skills: N/A


Danni giggled as he played tug of war with Amélie. She'd been upset when he finally went to get her-which is fair since he meant to go get her right after dinner and then all that happened-and and upset baby dragon meant teeth and energy, so he'd brought her upstairs after running her around to get most of her energy out before bedtime. Now, she was giving mostly half-hearted tugs and offered adorable little growls when Danni tugged it back towards him. He scrambled up, suddenly back into the conversation as Gideon made an insane suggestion.

“Yeah, we can't play t'at! ‘alf t'e people ‘ere are like, family or are datin’ said family. If ya wanna swap spit or whatever, go do t'at away from ‘ere, ya nasties!” Danni chorused. “Don't go makin’ my ‘ouse nastier t'an it is. God knows its nasty enough.” Danni gave a 1000 yard stare far beyond the little group before Amèlie grumbled and shoved herself into his lap, snapping him back to the here and now.

“Wait, if ya'll only do it wit’ Vision ‘cause ‘e'll survive, t'en like… what ‘happens when ya wanna do it wit’ Beanie, since ya wanna wife ‘er up?” Danni asked thoughtfully and then gagged. “Why is my brain like t'is?! Someone please bleach my brain; I did not need ta imagine t'at and I am done wit’ t'ose questions. Uh, uh, uh, these questions are ‘ard, t'ough. Can I choose… marry Strange ‘cause sorcerers do mad gifts and like daddy, ya know? Kill Vision, sorry Vicky but like I can't get rid of Captain Marvel and I'd never actually kill Vision, I promise! And I guess f-f-fu…” Danni stammered out. He felt his cheeks heat up. The word wouldn't quite come off his tongue; it felt gross and he almost coughed on it.

“Do it wit’ Captain Marvel, I guess.” Danni muttered, curling around Amèlie like a comfortable pillow.

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