Airalin

The House of Powers

Name: Lyra Mistly

Age: 16 (Birthday: October 28th 1999)

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight

Appearance:


History: Lyra should have had it all. She was born to rich parents, excelled in school, and was one of the most sought after girls at her school. But she was robbed of it, all because of a disease she was born with that the doctors couldn't diagnose.

Her parents flew her all over the country trying to figure it out, yet none of them knew what afflicted her. The disease drained her of most of her strength, made even walking across the street an exhausting chore. Yet it did nothing else. On an examination table, nothing appeared wrong with her. The doctors prescribed her many pills, yet every one of them was ineffective. The weakness persisted.

Eventually, her parents gave up. They coddled her, protected her, but could not free her from her affliction. So she went through life excluded from the other children's games at school. Even when they played inside, she was kept separate from them out of fear that they would accidentally hurt her. So she decided that she liked being alone, that she needed no friends. She would stay inside, reading, playing games, doing whatever she had to to avoid dwelling on her condition.

Yet, one night, when she was 15, all of that changed. She woke up in the middle of the night and found that she could walk. Though she ran around the mansion all night, she never grew tired. Not until the sun began to rise.

She was abducted before she could find out more than that her strength returned in the darkness.

Power: Lyra can manipulate shadows and darkness. However, her powers work only when there is little light, and the deeper the darkness, the stronger she is. When she is in the light her powers fade and her physical strength returns to her normal, feeble levels.

Strange World

@Balthazar007 Oh, I was waiting for Classpet to post again since she's done so least recently. I'll try to get a post up tomorrow, though.

The House of Powers

@Vocab =O You remember me! It would be kinda funny. =p

The House of Powers

Let me know what you think! I kept the power vague on purpose, but I can elaborate if necessary.

Name: Lyra Mistly

Age: 16 (Birthday: October 28th 1999)

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight

Appearance:


History: Lyra should have had it all. She was born to rich parents, excelled in school, and was one of the most sought after girls at her school. But she was robbed of it, all because of a disease she was born with that the doctors couldn't diagnose.

Her parents flew her all over the country trying to figure it out, yet none of them knew what afflicted her. The disease drained her of most of her strength, made even walking across the street an exhausting chore. Yet it did nothing else. On an examination table, nothing appeared wrong with her. The doctors prescribed her many pills, yet every one of them was ineffective. The weakness persisted.

Eventually, her parents gave up. They coddled her, protected her, but could not free her from her affliction. So she went through life excluded from the other children's games at school. Even when they played inside, she was kept separate from them out of fear that they would accidentally hurt her. So she decided that she liked being alone, that she needed no friends. She would stay inside, reading, playing games, doing whatever she had to to avoid dwelling on her condition.

Yet, one night, when she was 15, all of that changed. She woke up in the middle of the night and found that she could walk. Though she ran around the mansion all night, she never grew tired. Not until the sun began to rise.

She was abducted before she could find out more than that her strength returned in the darkness.

Power: Lyra can manipulate shadows and darkness. However, her powers work only when there is little light, and the deeper the darkness, the stronger she is. When she is in the light her powers fade and her physical strength returns to her normal, feeble levels.

The Royal Guard, this time with Airalin!

Fyaira jumped at the sound of a chair sliding to her side. Instinctively, she backed away from the man now sitting next to her. Fool girl that she was, she'd allowed herself to dream up a scenario where a gallant prince rescued her and brought her to his kingdom to rule. Just the memory of it brought heat to her cheeks.

That heat was extinguished as swiftly as a flame doused in water when the man spoke. Obviously, he knew. She was tempted to get up and flee then and there, yet she knew better than to act on that desire. It would draw far too much attention to her, and perhaps someone else would realize who she was. No. She would speak to this man calmly and level-headedly, as mother would have. After all, this newcomer had made her an offer.

"I'm certain the princess would reward her savior very well indeed," she said, meeting his eyes, searching for any deceit there. His suggestion could be a deception, but there was little point in such games. If he wanted her dead, he could have simply alerted the mob and it would be so. But the poor would offer but a pittance for a reward. And that was why he was speaking to her. He wanted to line his pockets.

Fyaira forced a confident smile onto her face, though she was far from assured of her safety. She was used to associating with the greedy. They made the best of servants as long as your pockets were deeper than your foes'. And once she had been escorted to safety, battles would be fought, then she would be the queen. None wealthier.

"Tell me, brave warrior," she said, whispering. "What makes you think you possess the skills necessary to free the princess from a city of louts who would see her dead?"

The House of Powers

Interested... provided you don't intend for this RP to progress at light speed. xD

[18+ Male Seeking Female] Making a Succubus

@BlazeGamma

What's the context? How and why would my character be getting turned into a succubus? xD

The Royal Guard, this time with Airalin!

The innkeeper sat at a table close to the entrance of the establishment, chewing on some vulgar substance and grunting words of acknowledgment to a patron every now and then. Intermittently, a serving girl would approach him, and he would raise his voice - and if the whore was unlucky, she'd be groped before she could leave. She would weave between tightly packed tables occupied by the filthy vermin of the city within a litheness that spoke of her true occupation - the sordid sort best left unspoken of. Men would whistle at her as she passed, hastily wiping crumbs and ale from their unkempt beards like the animals they were. Their flushed cheeks would grow the slightest bit redder if the serving girl laid eye on them, and when the did, the women among the peasants would laugh boisterously, snorting and proving themselves to be completely lacking in the etiquette that ought to define their sex.

Fyaira sat alone at a table in the corner of the room, eyes darting nervously back and forth. Everyone else in the whole bloody inn was an enemy - she was completely surrounded. The rebellion was run by rabble of their sort. As far as Fyaira was concerned, every one of the louts was as responsible for her family's deaths as if they'd skewered them personally. They had taken everyone she ever loved away from her. And if she was identified, they would take her life, too.

She lifted a mug to her lips and took a tiny sip, acutely aware of the strength she used to do so. Her body was still weak from her illness, and though she was loathe to drink the same water as peasants, she scarcely had a choice. So she drank, grimacing.

A man glanced warily at her from a table across the room, and she allowed herself to slump in her seat. A merchant's daughter was not so important that she was duty-bound to maintain her best posture all the time. So Fyaira relented, accepted less of herself. The fact that she kept her hood up attracted suspicion enough without offering these dull fools further hints. The rabble would be looking for her.

She sniffled, searching the crowd for anyone high enough born that they might owe her parents some loyalty. She would never escape the city alone - she wasn't fool enough to believe she had the necessary skills - so her sole recourse was to find a man of worthy valor willing to lead her to safety. Yet, should she ask a favor of the wrong person, she would be in shackles within the hour and dead by nightfall. So she sat, mute, never meeting anyone's eyes, as a feeling of dread grew in her stomach. Any moment, they could find her. Any day could be her last.

The Royal Guard, this time with Airalin!

Awesome! Should I post first?

The Royal Guard, this time with Airalin!

Bahaha. I'm still interested, so go ahead!