AtomicNut

Game of Thrones : The Pact of Ice and Fire (Always Open)

@Abefroeman@MrDidact

youtube.com/watch?v=36kXaz-qR28

Bit too dramatic for my liking but I found it interesting analysis anyways- but actually, shows off a little of what the Tyrell mentality is. I think I've played that well into my characters- Garlan and Willas are patriarchy-ing the house, but there's no doubt that women like Alerie have a role to play in there too as their thorns :) The description that they're halfway between the Lannisters and Starks, they have honour to their family in the south and stay together against anyone else, is interesting. Adds a little spice, certainly :)

@kingkonrad

ohay. you can collab now?

Game of Thrones : The Pact of Ice and Fire (Always Open)

@AtomicNut Apologies, I based most post off of @MrDidact's most recent post. He describe your character as wearing Targaryen regalia.

@Abefroeman

Cause he pilfered it as a last ditch effort to save a plan gone awry.
roleplayerguild.com/posts/4371824

Lost Lands - A Medieval Fantasy RP

Alright. Time for a little retcon...

So, Ravenites shall be called Serpentines from now on. They are fundamentally gnostic in opposition to main Yulians, and they revere what they call the Great Serpent, which is a snake that eats its own tail. They consider deities and spirits just another aspect of this being (Tinon being the one who most resembles it), and they pursue magic to gleam more of the whole Truth of the World.

Game of Thrones : The Pact of Ice and Fire (Always Open)

@Greenie I tried to keep the puppeting down to a minimum, so as to allow you as much flexibility as possible. I wrote that your character Taria Greyjoy killed a pirate and perhaps saved me from a nasty wound. Its left to where you could have killed said pirate without realizing I was fighting him. Many apologies if this displeases you.

Final portion of my post is up. Yey.

@Abefroeman

Just something of note. Seran's impersonation of a prince was not part of the plan. He had to improvise it during the fight.

Vampire Mafia

I hope i wasn't too late.

Name:Doctor Otto Schmidt.
Nickname:Old Otto for the youth, the Beast of Verdun for those who are a little older.
Age:Over a century, give or take.
Family:Wolf - Independent.
Bio: Otto was born as a cub of a pack of werewolves whose home grounds used to be in the Black Forest. His father, a rather oddly prudent and well-thought Alpha, had crafted human identities as hunters, woodsmen and farmers for the whole pack. It perhaps, worked a little too well, because alongside several youths, Otto was conscripted into the Great War. Far from feeling dread, the youths were initially overjoyed, as the madness of war allowed to unleash their inner beasts to prey on the lesser men like the good old times. Otto particulary enjoyed that due to his werewolf senses and hunting habits he was accepted for sniper training. Never the thrill of the hunt felt so overpowering, for as a man he could take lives from impossible distances, and as a beast he could rampage during the trenches in the dead of the night. Or so he thought, until Verdun.

Werewolves were durable. But even their might would not last under the rains of hot shrapnel, chemical warfare and explosives. One by one, the members of his pack died. Not because of silver weapons. Not because they had lost a fight. They were simply blown apart, without a chance to use their wolf might. Only Otto survived, and endured. He eventually began to adapt and turn the tide into his favour. However... he was far from the only one. Tales of not one, but two Beasts of Verdun scoured the battlefield.

He was french. A member of some pack of the Alps. They kept harassing eachother until a climatic struggle in no man's land. A primal melee, while the sounds of mortars splattered the mud around both monsters in a battlefield bathed by the full moon. Machinegun fire muted the growls of an struggle worth of two Alphas. By sheer luck... Otto gained the upper hand. Yet as he was about to strike his opponent down by biting his neck and exanguinating him, something inside cried. He couldn't do it. There had been far too madness already.

Verdun was a big loss to his country. But he came back alive to his home and pack. For his efforts and deeds, he was granted the status of Beta, right under his father's command. Yet... there was little time for rest and rebuild. In the middle of the crisis something ugly brewed. A collective and gruesome country-wide delirium fueled by the words of a madman. And once again, war. Otto, torn between his duty to his family and his personal belief on the rotten nature of Nazis, rejoined the fray in order for the hostigated pack to have some reprieve.

He was deployed in Stalingrad. He never thought that he would see something surpass Verdun in his memories. But the Battle of Stalingrad certainly did so. There were entire packs of werewolves lurking amidst the Red Army. Aggressive Syberian werewolves, bigger and meaner than anything he had seen so far. As well as old vampires, who had turned the Tsarist aristocracy clothes for the uniforms of commisars. He could only count the ammunition left and his wits as the only weapons he could use to stall the inevitable. Yet as he resigned to his fate, bound in silver chains as a trophy to be transported to a prisoner camp, something outrageous happened.

He was freed. Someone had put a word for him, someone whose name and fame had swayed the beasts of the red army. The other Beast of Verdun. Otto smiled at the irony, and decided to turn a new leaf for good. After the war, he studied the art of mending bodies, the medicine, as a penance of all the lives he had taken. He struck a friendship with his french counterpart, Marc Noir, who had become a history teacher.

After moving to San Francisco after accepting a job as doctor, however, Marc expressed his concerns that one of his daughters had disappeared. Otto simply decided that it was his turn to repay the favor...

Personality: Otto is usually a demure and pensive man, having seen enough battle to have satisfied his lust thrice over. He tends to examine things before doing anything and thinks before leaping. He sees violence as the absolute last resort a man can make, and likes to solve things peacefully. However... when the time comes for him to fight back, he does not hit softly. He knows that in true battle and in the madness of combat, the nastiest, most throughout foe triumphs and he will use any method to his disposal to make a foe's enemy life miserable (and being a veteran of the Great War, a doctor and a werewolf, his methods are many). Otto however, is self admittedly clumsy with the feminine gender, and he tends to stutter when embarassed.

Appearance:
(Note, the glasses are just an accessory. He has superhuman senses).
Special Power: Canid Talk: Otto can comunicate with canids as if they were people. He can coerce them to do things, but he can't really control them. Besides, dogs tend to be a little stupid. Still an useful information network, though.
Other: Don't call him a Nazi. He'll flip out.

The Blood Compact

Aw, shucks. Well. That's real life for you.

Edit: With that being said, good luck.

Lost Lands - A Medieval Fantasy RP

The damp stones of the ceiling didn't look very interesting. Sighing, the young mage tried hard not to think in her feet, but the rattling of the shackles, the damp ambience in the cell and the moans of her fellow prisoners made it seem like a lost battle. In this place so full of sadness and sorrow, she would meet her end. Liliwen, the Sparrow. Proud daughter of the Serpentines. She eyed the remains of her food, as a little rodent had scurried to pillage what was left of the meal.

Was that some kind of analogy of the state of the country? A little rat, growing fat in the spoils of a person sentenced to death. She couldn't know. Politics was a world for more savvy and elderly people. All she cared was about the weeps and screams. Many people had shut their hearts and couldn't feel the pulse of the land anymore. But she could. And it was an horrible wail, like that of a deathly wounded animal. Her stomach turned as she eyed at her pitiful rags. She had not taken a wash in a while, and there was little to relief her needs inside the cell. Besides, they had poisoned her with the water so she couldn't use her magic.

"Why." She said rethorically, finally caving in to the dread. "Why cannot any of you hear her screams?" She blurted out in a loud voice as her hands grasped her head. Tears were rolling down her cheeks. She too, had tried to become numb. But it was impossible. She eyed her surroundings, noticing a new unimposing female mage doing the runs. She probably had heard that.

"My apologies." She said. "My mental state is not the best." She added in a quiet voice. No, the woman probably didn't have any fault in all of this. Her family had always been targeted. Only one person was to blame. That boy, who betrayed the one who he said he had loved, all to fall in favour with the current Lords of the City. The traitor.

She wondered... would have been on that side of the cells, had their roles been reversed?
@VitoftheVoid

Lost Lands - A Medieval Fantasy RP

Liliwen

Full Name: Liliwen

Nicknames/Aliases:Sparrow

Age:20

Gender:Female

Occupation/Class: Serpentine Witch

Kingdom of Origin:Nomadic (Yulian exiles).

Description: Liliwen is rather slim and average heighted woman with a thin waist and shapely hips. She posseses waist-long chestnut hair, fair skin and haunting golden eyes. Liliwen usually is demure in her manners and gentle in her voice, although her angered stare is quite penetrant. During her stay in prison, part of her usual beatiful frames have been wasting away under the roughness of her caretakers, although she hasn't been excessively marred.
Equipment: Prison Rags

Personality: Liliwen is a bleeding heart. She is extremely empathic towards the suffering and ailments of others, and usually interrupts whatever she is doing to help someone in need. Her attitude is fairly straightforward and serious, although she often relishes in naive pleasures such as sweet foodstuffs or playing with cute creatures. Calm in her demeanor, she rarely feels the need to exert ill will on other people. However, Liliwen is still a disciple of the Serpent and a Witch in her own, and as such she has an untamed desire to experiment and conquer the mysteries of universe, as well as an iron-bound ethic of "Live and let live". She is openly worried about the state of the world, and wishe that Yulia and others just stopped fighting and tried to work together to stop the rot of the world and survive.

Skills:
Magic: As a Witch, Liliwen is quite adept at recreating spells with mystical energies. Serpentines are often specialized in supporting enchantments as well as utility magic, but Liliwen has also a good array of offensive elemental spells. Most of her magic is often nature themed, however. Holding the title of Witch to signify her good proficience, she can hold her own in combat against battle-mages if need be.
Attunement: Having spent her entire life trying to unravel the mysteries of life and becoming one with with the world, Liliwen is often sensible to the subtle changes in atmosphere that many humans can't perceive. She has a sixth sense that may sometimes predict when an area is becoming too dangerous, as well as noticing nearby magic being cast nearby.
Scholar: Liliwen is versed in many subjects of study, as well as the hidden History of the world. She can assimilate complicated intellectual matters and books rather easily, as well as knowing snippets of other languages.
Quarterstaff training: Like all nomads, she can use a staff to defend herself.
Weaknesses:(Achilles' Heels that can be exploited by enemies.)
Magic Drain: Magic is not a toy. It has tons of drawbacks. And any magic user has to suffer the price for it.
Attunement Backslash: If the area is too dangerous or diseased, Liliwen can even become sick or impaired.
Serpentine Reputation: The Serpentines of Yulia do not have a good reputation anywhere. Pursued by the Inquisition and reviled as snake-worshipping heretics, people would rather flee than associate themselves with them.
Fatal Flaw:
Naive: Liliwen cannot but see the inherent good on people. This has bitten her in the back quite a few times.

[Brief History:
Liliwen was born as a nomad, an exile of the followers of the Serpent, the Serpentines. Political exiles from Yulia, their pursuit of the arcane arts and open nature was subject to persecution and hostigating from the kingdom. The situation deteriorated when their former nation invaded other three and made things untenable. The Serpenines were forced to go to war for survival, the habitable lands diminishing and the Inquisition encroaching. Liliwen bitterly remembers to this day how her father, a prodigious warlock, never came back from that war, having being slaing by battlemages.

But, violence would only breed violence. With a sad heart, the young magic user dedicated to her tasks, developing her arts and going from country to country, the Inquisition always on their heels. Even so she persevered, her talents recognized by her peers by bestowing her the title of Witch at age 17, one of the youngest ever made. Life was hard, but it was bearable. She even managed to enjoy the pleasures of having a boyfriend.

Until he ratted her out to the Inquisition. Liliwen... was furious. Lightning and fire was exchanged, but no one died in the end as the enraged Witch soon collapsed into tears, and gave in before hurting someone. Imprisoned by the Inquisition, she now awaits execution...

Other:

Lost Lands - A Medieval Fantasy RP

Okay here's my idea. This is sort of a nomadic faction of magic users. They are called Ravenites because they are descendants of the followers of the Crow Queen, a semi-legendary villain in Yulian history who rebelled against the customs long ago and was subsequently exiled. Ravenites are fundamentally animist. They worship Gods and forest spirits, and usually dedicate themselves to the study of the mysteries of the world and magic. Unlike legitimate Yulians, they do not discriminate genders. Talented users are called either Witches or Warlocks, depending on the gender. In recent history their numbers have dwindled because the lands and roads becoming inhabitable as well as several high-profile Ravenites siding with Miriand, Pradus and Alessa as magically-capable auxiliary forces. Ravenites are hunted by the Inquisition actively.

Liliwen

Full Name: Liliwen

Nicknames/Aliases:Sparrow

Age:20

Gender:Female

Occupation/Class: Ravenite Witch

Kingdom of Origin:Nomadic (Yulian exiles).

Description: Liliwen is rather slim and average heighted woman with a thin waist and shapely hips. She posseses waist-long chestnut hair, fair skin and haunting golden eyes. Liliwen usually is demure in her manners and gentle in her voice, although her angered stare is quite penetrant. During her stay in prison, part of her usual beatiful frames have been wasting away under the roughness of her caretakers, although she hasn't been excessively marred.
Equipment: Prison Rags

Personality: Liliwen is a bleeding heart. She is extremely empathic towards the suffering and ailments of others, and usually interrupts whatever she is doing to help someone in need. Her attitude is fairly straightforward and serious, although she often relishes in naive pleasures such as sweet foodstuffs or playing with cute creatures. Calm in her demeanor, she rarely feels the need to exert ill will on other people. However, Liliwen is still a disciple of the Crow Queen and a Witch in her own, and as such she has an untamed desire to experiment and conquer the mysteries of universe, as well as an iron-bound ethic of "Live and let live". She is openly worried about the state of the world, and wishe that Yulia and others just stopped fighting and tried to work together to stop the rot of the world and survive.

Skills:
Magic: As a Witch, Liliwen is quite adept at recreating spells with mystical energies. Ravenites are often specialized in supporting enchantments as well as utility magic, but Liliwen has also a good array of offensive elemental spells. Most of her magic is often nature themed, however. Holding the title of Witch to signify her good proficience, she can hold her own in combat against battle-mages if need be.
Attunement: Having spent her entire life trying to unravel the mysteries of life and becoming one with with the world, Liliwen is often sensible to the subtle changes in atmosphere that many humans can't perceive. She has a sixth sense that may sometimes predict when an area is becoming too dangerous, as well as noticing nearby magic being cast nearby.
Scholar: Liliwen is versed in many subjects of study, as well as the hidden History of the world. She can assimilate complicated intellectual matters and books rather easily, as well as knowing snippets of other languages.
Quarterstaff training: Like all nomads, she can use a staff to defend herself.
Weaknesses:(Achilles' Heels that can be exploited by enemies.)
Magic Drain: Magic is not a toy. It has tons of drawbacks. And any magic user has to suffer the price for it.
Attunement Backslash: If the area is too dangerous or diseased, Liliwen can even become sick or impaired.
Ravenite Reputation: The Ravenites of Yulia do not have a good reputation anywhere. Pursued by the Inquisition and reviled as heretics, people would rather flee than associate themselves with them.
Fatal Flaw:
Naive: Liliwen cannot but see the inherent good on people. This has bitten her in the back quite a few times.

[Brief History:
Liliwen was born as a nomad, an exile of the followers of the Crow Queen, the ravenites. Political exiles from Yulia, their pursuit of the arcane arts and open nature was subject to persecution and hostigating from the kingdom. The situation deteriorated when their former nation invaded other three and made things untenable. The Ravenites were forced to go to war for survival, the habitable lands diminishing and the Inquisition encroaching. Liliwen bitterly remembers to this day how her father, a prodigious warlock, never came back from that war, having being slaing by battlemages.

But, violence would only breed violence. With a sad heart, the young magic user dedicated to her tasks, developing her arts and going from country to country, the Inquisition always on their heels. Even so she persevered, her talents recognized by her peers by bestowing her the title of Witch at age 17, one of the youngest ever made. Life was hard, but it was bearable. She even managed to enjoy the pleasures of having a boyfriend.

Until he ratted her out to the Inquisition. Liliwen... was furious. Lightning and fire was exchanged, but no one died in the end as the enraged Witch soon collapsed into tears, and gave in before hurting someone. Imprisoned by the Inquisition, she now awaits execution...

Other:

Lost Lands - A Medieval Fantasy RP

<Snipped quote by AtomicNut>

Any of those could potentially work out well, though one has to wonder how to imprison a mage... I'd assume however it is it's probably unpleasant.

@VitoftheVoid

Probably involves lots of chains, seals and sensory deprivation.