Aphelion

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Nice posts guys ^^ I'll post in the morning tomorrow or later tonight. Sorry about making you wait Arc. @Archangel89

also drawing old goblins is surprisingly fun.

The Echo Game! Something Different! Always Recruiting! Exclamation Marks!

@SpookySquid

Perplexed or puzzled won't be accurate to describe her feelings regarding the rules of soccer/football inside the Echo Game, but she did understand one thing: She could have severely screwed up the entire match without knowing anything about this world, and had scraped by with luck and not much else. With shaky hands she opened her backpack to carefully look around to see what was inside. She desperately wanted to know where she was, and what she had been given to survive. Everything felt so real that it was hard to believe it was just a game. Looking around inside the pink backpack, she saw....

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I'll try to work in a post today between my boyfriend insisting we go out to the gym and movies. Sorry about this ;^;

House Arrest: A Witch and Genie's Story

I was hoping to go into some backstory and plot twists with you regarding it. But yes, she would be. @Obscene Symphony

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Hey, Caelum is a duelocracy! It's normal to duel there, although very few duels result in actual death. Just humiliation and loss of personal goods.

I'll sketch out the Gobbie Priest for you. XD

EDIT:

Then again, I did adopt the tiered kingdom concept. That played a significant role in the layout of Navire's popular areas.

@SiliconColt

You adopted my concept of Navire *__* *throws sparkles everywhere*

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Ah, Lumenaria isn't there at the mission briefing yet actually. She's still lamenting over the chocobos, and Archangel plans to post regarding that so I'm leaving her there till he does his "ANIMAL RIGHTS ACTIVIST!!!" thing with Rinn. :]

But Lume is always doing things in her own time, so being late isn't unusual for her. XD

House Arrest: A Witch and Genie's Story

Haha, writing him is devilishly fun.

Also...

Rosalie

Rosalie la Forte

Being: ?? (presumably a Witch)
Age: ?? (appears late twenties to early thirites)
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Eccentric is the best way to describe Rosalie's appearance. She wears the largest floppy hats she can find, typically bedazzled with pearls and feathers. Her dresses are always cinched at the waist and poof out while they flow to the ground. She accentuates her outfits with pearl necklaces and many different kinds of rings studded with emeralds, sapphires, amethysts, and rubies. Her silky dark blonde hair reaches the backs of her thighs, though she normally keeps it in a long french braid and piled on the back of her head, with a healthy dose of pearls beaded throughout. Her eyes are light violet with flecks of yellow, complimented by thick mascara and smoky eyeshadow.

Her witching attire

When Rosalie begins her magical conquests, she always starts everything off by changing into her witching attire as if by magical transformation. It comes complete with star and tarot themed accessories, and the biggest, floppiest pointy witch's hat she could find. She grows a reptilian-like tail and some scales appear on her cheeks and forehead.

Powers:
To be revealed throughout RP.

What is known so far...
Rosalie appears to be capable of manipulating the emotions and memories of regular humans and newbie witches.

Bio:

Rosalie appeared one day in Neworth, a mysterious and outlandish lady who claimed to own a large plot of land that the locals thought was haunted and had left alone for many years since the last owners mysteriously vanished. On this land is an incredibly large mansion, several guest houses, an observatory, an aviary, a green house and a large swimming area, several mausoleums – and none of it is being used, nor has Rosalie stepped on to the property since her arrival. Instead, she has been funding the University, the only stipulation being that she would be allowed to run a club at the University in hopes that some one, or several some ones, would help her with her problem.

Her club room is settled on a remote portion of the campus in a large greenhouse, run by Rosalie and some meager volunteers, who all quit soon after joining claiming weird things happen there. Come visit the Lotus Garden, and perhaps you will find out what Rosalie is searching for.

Personality:

She happy is go lucky, quirky, and oddly mysterious. Many gentlemen, and gentlewomen, have found themselves attracted to her and tried to woo her, only to find themselves maneuvered out of her way without knowing whether they were coming or going. Though infuriating in her own way, many people find it is hard to be mad at her for long, though they don't fully understand why.

Behind all of her magical tomfoolery and manipulation of emotions, she is remarkably the same as she usually is, though perhaps a tad bit more elusive. One thing is for certain, Rosalie wants what she wants, and she will not take no for an answer.

Oh yeah, tea time is a rule for her. No exceptions.

Added her in for some more things to do/see later on in the RP if she's accepted.

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Wow thanks guys. ^__^ Lume might have friends if she doesn't try to duel them all.

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Sorry for the long winded post. x.x just skim it haha.

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“Um, missy, you need to leave if you're not buying...” A portly man in an apron put his hands on his hips. While he looked firm, he didn't seem like he was angry. Wary would be the better would to describe this man, obviously he hadn't seen one of her kind before, although Lumenaria didn't seem to be paying him any attention. She was currently in the markets of Navire, just recently arrived, and was currently perched on the high railing of a pen that was holding primarily yellow bird creatures, with a few of different shades or colors dotting the congregation. Not any kind of creature Lumenaria had seen before, that much was certain. She spoke to them in squawks, chirps, and caws, and they with her. They were having a rather lovely conversation in fact, though they seemed afraid of the man in the apron and all huddled away from where she perched when he walked over.

Lumenaria addressed one of the older bird-creatures – chocobos they called themselves – and pointed a clawed finger at the man while she spoke in bird common. “Why does he imprison you so, bird-kin?” She hadn't truly asked that question yet of them, as they had just been talking about their kind. Not many chocobos had seen a caelestis, which hadn't surprised her. They were extremely curious about her life in Caelum as well. The chocobo Lumenaria had addressed sighed deeply before speaking. “This human wishes to give us to others so they can get on our backs and make us carry them around, or to pull around big wooden things, or as f-food!” With the last statement, nearly all of the chocobos began to cry, save those too young to understand, though they joined soon after. The ruckus inside the cage was loud enough to cause the man in the apron to begin making rude gestures at Lumenaria and shouting for her to get down before he called the guards.

She vaulted off of the top of the pen holding the chocobos and landed next to the man, her clawed feet digging into the earth and her wings extending to their full length, blocking any exit the portly man may have tried to take. “Ye dirt muncher, do be allowing these chocobos their freedom from their shackles, else ye may find I do be doin' it meself.” She said awkwardly, not having much practice in her west common. “Ye do be so cowardly as ta trap yer prey with no fight? No honor?!” At this point, Lumenaria was shouting and a small crowd had gathered to watch the debacle between the stunned man in the apron and the tall bird-woman.

“N-n-now lady, you s-seem to be new here, so let me just tell you s-s-something. Those chocobos are my wares, you have to b-b-buy them from me.” He gulped audibly, though he tried to remain firm underneath Lumenaria's intense gaze. “Yer wares?” She looked back at the chocobos, beginning to understand. “Ye mean like the bone harpoons Benume do make?” She reached a clawed hand up to scratch behind one of her wings, and she waited for the portly man to nod slowly in agreement. “I can no say I agree with yer practices, but things do be different here in Navire than they do be in Caelum... If that it is the way it do be, let us duel each other. If I do win, I get all yer chocobos. If ye do win, ye get me shinies.” She indicated to golden bracelets floating around her wrists, held there by some invisible force. The man looked from his chocobos, to the unexplainable golden bracelets, then scanned Lumenaria. There was no visible weapon on her person, and Lumenaria had little place to tuck hidden weapons in her outlandish, yet somewhat revealing garments. At her side was an odd looking harp, but not much else.

“N-now there, uhh... miss, why not just trade me your shinies for some of the chocobos? We don't need to fight, do we?” The portly man said with his sleaziest grin, rubbing his hands together. “Ye do no understand honor, do ye? Perhaps it is done differently in Navire, but we do fight for our goods in Caelum. I do be duelin' the honorable luthier, Kaewyn Losni, for many months for me harp.” She tapped the harp strapped to her side. When he paled and opened his mouth to argue further, Lumenaria had had enough. “Fine, I do no duel cowards. I do be expectin' more from Navire than what I do be seein' so far. Me blood-sister do no take cowards as allies.” She scoffed and retracted her wings. The portly man visibly relaxed when she stopped blocking his way out, though he still stared at her with more caution than before, and seemed ready to bolt at any moment for help.

“I'm sorry, I cannot get your safety at this moment because he will not duel me. I do not understand how these ground-dwellers live with their cowardice, but I will try to figure out a way to free you from this cage.” Lumenaria, despite her intense urge to break the cage apart with her powers, knew she couldn't honorably do it. They were his wares, just as the harps that Kaewyn Losni made were her wares. Freeing the chocobos would be the same as stealing a harp. The thought of doing so turned her stomach.

She reached her arm through the bars of their pen to comfort as many chocobos as she could, tears streaking down her face while she did so. They were bird-kin to her, and should be free, seeing them like this was heartbreaking. Navire was truly different, and horrifying.