Aphelion

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Arcana, Ajala, Shippo

Arcana's hands tightened on the arm rest of her seat, sharp crimson talons digging into the silk as the carriage wobbled back and forth, causing the scenery outside to bob with her nauseatingly. Flying would have been preferable to her, but her grandmother's voice rang through her head, "The carriage is representation of hearth, home, and status. You will ride." She just hoped she didn't replicate her journey to the An'vian, that would be embarassing. At that thought, Arcana's cheeks took on a dangerously pale tint and she hurriedly looked away from the window to calm her nerves and nausea. No one else shared the space with her, as her grandparents had said that she needed to build strength of character and an approximation of independence, denying her handmaiden to accompany her. Arcana had no idea how they expected her to accomplish that, still shackled by their fineries. The very carriage itself was a direct contradiction to their desires.

The carriage lurched to a stop, an angry voice replacing the wibble-wobble of movement. Arcana hung her head out of the window to see what the commotion was. The winged back and muscular hindquarters of one of the two griffins leading her carriage and the petite but curvaceous form of a siren came into her view, the latter admonishing the former. The griffin managed his usual stoic countenance as the siren complained of them trying to run her over, before swaying away angrily when she realized she wouldn't receive much in the way of a response, let alone anything but a meager apology from either griffin. The carriage settled back into movement more smoothly than it had stopped as soon as the siren was clear of it, but Arcana looked out the window to stare at the siren; she had never seen one in person. The siren gave her a bone chilling glare in return. Arcana ducked her head back in to her carriage, heart thumping in her chest as her hands gripped the arm rests, talons tearing the silk.

It wasn't long before the air was permeated with new sounds and sights. The carriage came to a smooth stop a half mile before the gates to her new school, behind dozens of other vehicles dropping students off. From outside, one of her coachmen managed to make himself heard over the crowd rather easily with his deep, booming voice, "We have arrived, my Lady." Arcana managed to pry her hands off of the now-torn arm rests so she could let herself out. Her body felt like lead as she stepped stiffly from the carriage, every footfall on the small steps arduous. When she reached the bottom, she flexed her crimson wings, making a face as some feathers caught on her chiffon halter dress. She would have preferred something more casual, but one did not argue with her grandmother and live to see the next sunrise. After she had readjusted her clothing to fall more comfortably over her lithe form, she stood in the sun with her wings outstretched. She began to glow from within, as if soaking up the rays, her translucent golden hair in its thick braid floated in the air behind her. She only allowed herself a moment of this before realizing where she was, retracting her wings and casting anxiety-ridden glances this way and that. No one seemed to notice, or care, to her immense relief.

She was about to walk away into the school, before the griffin nearest to her spoke up in his deep voice, "My Lady, your map and card." She made a fretful sound and hurriedly reached back into the carriage, producing a map of the school and her slim Student I.D. card. She gave the two griffins a nervous wave good-bye before she took a deep breath to steel herself. It was mostly ineffective she realized, as her hands were still shaking, but she forced herself to slip into the throng of creatures milling about. Every where there were booths and stalls, their occupants shouting to advertise themselves as they handed out fliers to passerby. It was hard to pick out their voices in the din, but the banners flapping in the breeze above the stalls did a good job of telling her what each was.

Before she was halfway through the area she had a stack of them one hand, the school map in the other, her attention divided between both when she bumped none-too-softly into someone, causing the papers to go falling from her grip to the ground below. Arcana reached up to cradle her nose, which was beginning to lightly bleed, her teal eyes as big as the full moon as she took in the nagini before her, and shifted then to the shivering boy next to the beautiful raven-haired nagini. 'Ohmigodohmigod.' She thought frantically, her heart rising to her throat. Her normally chime-like voice came out in a gasping wheeze as she began to hyperventilate, "I-I-I'm s-s-so sorry! A-are you o-okay?!"

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Completlie said
THIS. OOC. IS. MOVING. SO. FAST.Not that I have any complaints, once I finished my little joke to my friend, I'll be back to post writing.

Hahaha I love it XD That's awesome.

Did anyone happen to catch Spawnling say what our currency would be? Last time, unless I'm remembering incorrectly, we had cards that served as our student I.D. and debit-card, allowing us access to things like the Library, or a meal out in the town.

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mskennedy615 said
wow I am four days late.......... is there still room or no?

Spawnling said that sign-ups would be closed down when the IC started, but I would message him and ask him yourself. :]

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Azathoth said
[url]http://www.dullahan.com/[/url]I don't adhere to everything there, but most of it.

Woah.

That is very frightening. I'm interested in seeing how you play your character out. Will she be able to speak normally?

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Azathoth said
Neither did I, and I can't wait for Lailah to meet Arcana. Dullahan are terrified of gold, and from your description it seems she would definitely be startled at first glance. :p

Ohhhh, I didn't know that! That does sound like fun! She's part Phoenix, so she's heavily associated with fire as well. I need to go research everyone's races more thoroughly.

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Azathoth said
Now that I've caught up, going to write myself a post. Forgot how fast this place moved.

Yeah, I know that feel haha. I'm busy writing my own post at the moment, I didn't expect so many people to have posted already.

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I'm starting to feel as if there are less Americans in the roleplay than not, haha. But it's cool to read all of your posts, I've been enjoying all of them.

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Arcana Vulcrux

Name: Arcana Vulcrux
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Species: Harpy - Phoenix Hybrid

Appearance:
Arcana has long, wavy transparent golden hair that floats around her as if caught in zero gravity. To keep it out of the way she will tame it into a thick braid which seems to have a mind of its own. On her face sits a pair of doey teal eyes, a thin but pronounced nose, and semi-full lips that seem to be always smiling. Her skin is pale gold and shimmers faintly as light hits her, casting thousands of tiny specks of dim light from her body. The effect of her skin is never overpowering, and just appears to most people as if she's slightly glowing. Her body build is lithe, with no discernible muscles, and she stands at a height of 5'7'' (170cm). Both of her arms have glowing crimson feathers protruding from the back of them that begin at her shoulder blades and end at her wrists. Those feathers she can extend further out to fly in the sky, up to a maximum wingspan of 14 feet (or 4.27 meters).

Personality:
Arcana is extremely excitable and insatiably curious, her interest in other races almost rivals that of her interest in plants. She loves learning to the extent of spending many hours poring over books, usually alone in the deepest recesses of the library. When she tries to help or aid anyone at all, her nervousness usually causes her good intentions to go askew. She actively seeks making friends, but her anxiety makes her bumble in her attempts, stuttering and mumbling nonsensically more often than not.

When people raise their voices angrily or show aggression around her, she will shut down completely, even if the anger isn't necessarily aimed towards her. She is more likely to run from confrontations than face them head on, seeking freedom the only way she knows how: in the sky, or near her beloved plants.

Sadness and anger are two sides of the same coin for her, as she deals with them in nearly the same way: quietly, and with much self-doubt. She will never raise her voice, or become noticeably upset. She has nervous ticks that will indicate it however, like fiddling with the ring on her left ring-finger, scuffing her feet on the ground, or tugging lightly on her braid.

Her happiness and joy she will try to hide, but she ends up laughing and giggling to herself when she believes others may not be looking or paying attention to her. When she is feeling especially exuberant, however, she will let out her happiness in stuttering exclamations and flapping of her wings.

Arcana has an extreme love for sweets, and she will obsessively collect them in her room. She hides them in her bed covers, under her bed, in her nightstand and dresser. She doesn't share them with anyone, calling them her treasures, and doesn't eat them herself. The number of unique candies she possesses are in the thousands.

Club/Sport: Gardening
Theme song: She Runs

Hayyyyy gurl hayyyy

Thank you very much :] Should I call you Dark, Dissolver, or Disso? (or any other variant?)

I will definitely check out your roleplay, and if I can hopefully join :]

Avatar and more!

I know this may not be the appropriate place to say it, but I would definitely like an avatar feature for the forum whenever all the issues are sorted out (and of course if it's something you guys wish to reinstate). ^__^ I was looking all over the place for the option to turn one on.