Ayame

The Unwanted.

Okay. I might just leave them in Buckhead...

The Dirt Town Orphans - animeish, high fantasy gang RP [Always accepting]

Oralee

Location: Main Hall, Dirt Town Orphanage

Day of Fritz's Death

Oralee listens, hiding in a corner, as Fritz dies. Tears silently fall down her cheeks. What's going to happen to us now? We don't have his protection anymore, and most of us are still learning things... The ten year old, being mature as always, doesn't make a sound, as she wallows in sadness in silence. She didn't want to burden the others. They all cared about Fritz, and they all needed support, but even if she was small, and only ten, that didn't mean she could be immature about it.

She grew up on the streets before Fritz found her, welcoming her into his family. She didn't know what a family was, before finding Fritz, but that didn't matter. She didn't want her family to break apart. They had to stick together. That was the focus of her thoughts. We must stick together if we're going to survive... Even though her heart was breaking, it just reminded her of how her heart broke at every mean word her mother sent her way.

Oralee heads back to her room, wanting to sleep the pain away. Maybe she'd feel better in the morning. She still remembers the day her mother kicked her out. It took her weeks to recover. She was stronger now, though. She knows what love is, and how it feels. She knows what she has to do to survive, and she knows that they were stronger together.

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Location: Outside the Orphanage

Day 2, After Fritz's Death, Midday

Oralee wakes to the sound of unknown voices. Rubbing her eyes, trying to get rid of the sleep in them, she heads for a window that looked out to the front of the Orphanage. There, she sees Senna, and some unknown people gathered. She listens to everything that is being said, and frowns.

“People of the Asylum Island, from this day on this island is the territory of the Vengeance and its boss Stalwart!”

"...This is not good..." she mumbles to herself. Her frown turns into a glare at the leader's words to Trog. "No one is allowed to hurt Trog's feelings!" She concentrates hard, as she tries to form a mirage of Fritz at a window that the gang could easily see. There was no way she was going to let them off easily. If she could use her powers to their advantage, then she would.

She focuses hard, and is able to manage a 30 second flicker of Fritz, looking out at them, glaring. Taking a deep breath, she focuses again, this time sending the mirage to a different location, still of a glaring Fritz. She continues this for two minutes, trying to scare the gangsters away from the Orphanage. She didn't want Senna or Trog to get hurt. As she focuses on her power, she doesn't realise that her wings emerged from behind her hair, and were raised, as if she were ready to fly, much like an angel.

The Dirt Town Orphans - animeish, high fantasy gang RP [Always accepting]

Kay

A Royal Wedding

Cool. Thanks.

The Dirt Town Orphans - animeish, high fantasy gang RP [Always accepting]

Just wondering what's happened in the Rp so far.

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@Landaus Five-One xD Thanks

A Royal Wedding

Name:
Alura Winters
Age:
25
Looks:

House:
Sponsored by the Cusby's
Personality:
Alura is kind, sweet, gentle and rather quiet. She doesn't talk much, and could easily be considered mute. She works hard, and loves dark colours. Alura is full of empathy, and seems fragile, yet she's incredibly strong at the same time. She is strong-willed, never letting anything bring her down, and is always the optimist.
Anything Else:
Alura has to support herself, and her five younger siblings- Esmee (21), Hunter (17), Tanner (13), Eli (9) and Fallon (9). She has been supporting them through multiple jobs since she turned 18.

The Crucible - Winner Take All

@Lugubrious I'm sorry, but I won't be able to post it today. I have classes, and I won't get home until late. It will definitely be up tomorrow.

..::Ascension::..

Calamity

Calamity

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"Your life is mine!"

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Age

90

Blood %

80% Dragon, 20% Seraphim

Gender

Female

Sex Preference

Hetero

Height

5'3" or 160cm

Weight

120lbs or 54.43kg

Faction

N/A

Occupation

Killer or Bodyguard for hire

Pet

N/A

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Physical Appearance

Although she is mostly Dragon by blood, Calamity appears more human because of her mother's shape-shifting ability, and her father's blood, which consisted of more Seraphim than Dragon. Her hair is pure white, and her eyes are such a light blue, they almost look white. Her wings are quite big, and have a horn emerging from each, making her look a little more demonic than angelic. Her wings, ears, tail and legs all have a bluish tinge to it, just like her eyes. Her ears are elongated, and she has feather-like horns emerging around each ear. Her tail is long, and plated. Her legs have horns emerging at her knees, plated all the way down to her clawed feet.

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Apparel

Calamity wears armour-like cloth covering from her shoulder all the way down her arms that are white. Her sleeves are great for hiding weapons. She wears stretchy black material underneath all along her arms, on the bottom parts of her thighs to her knees, a black halter-neck top covering her upper torso, falling down her back, and wrapping around her waist in a V. She leaves her midriff and upper thighs open.

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Personality

Calamity is a rather cold person. She has seen a lot in her long life. She’s only a decade off a century! She isn’t close to anyone, and wants it to stay that way. Although she is dressed provocatively, she is more of a prude than you may think. She respects herself, and her body, and would always send men scurrying away with their tail between their legs with a single glare that’s scarier than death itself. She doesn’t mind showing off her body because she’s proud of it. She may look weak and harmless, but she has muscles.

She knows her limitations well, and doesn’t like proving herself. She is not full of herself, and will get a job done. She seems indifferent to everything around her and rather detached when she speaks. Her voice is monotone, and expressionless, and she never seems to show any emotions on her face either. If you look carefully though, you’d be able to see a deep sadness in her eyes though, but she covers it up pretty well. She doesn’t like to talk, and hates chatterboxes.

Calamity doesn’t seem like the type to get angry easily, but she does. When she’s mad, she’s a real spitfire, and actually talks a lot, much like those chatterboxes she hates.

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Exp

Calamity grew up travelling the world. She didn’t like her parents, as she was left to fend for herself at a very young age. She learnt from all of the different people she met, learning how to use medicines to help keep her wounds clean and safe from infection, how to fight, how to strengthen her body, and how to hide her emotions. She kept all of her teachings close to her, learning new things as she continued to travel, still learning.

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Spells

Icy Smash

This is an ice attack, where ice boulders slam into each other, smashing whoever is in between them.

Soul Light

This is more of a passive skill that is generally used after her soul detection ability. It lights up a person’s soul, so that anyone hidden is seen by everyone else.

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Abilities/Powers

• Soul Detection
• Fire Manipulation
• Ice Manipulation
• Metal Dense Claws
• Regeneration
• Stone Hard Scales
• Fire Breath
• Ice Breath
• Metal Dense Teeth
• Metal Dense Horns
• Heat Resistant Scales
• Cold Resistant Scales
• Binocular Vision
• Smell Detection
• Dragon Wings
• Dragon Tail

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Weapons

This sword is a sword that can split in two. Just imagine the sword is white with a blue hilt.

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History

For the first four years of her life, she lived with her mother in Blaze. Calamity’s mother then cast her out, not caring about her daughter. She didn’t really know who her mother was. All she remembers is calling a woman ‘mother’. She tried going home, but her mother wasn’t to be seen. Disheartened, Calamity roamed the streets, picking up skills here and there. When she reached the age of 11, she started travelling, wanting to see the world. She continued to pick up more skills. She was 15 when she learnt how to fight. She was 16 when she received her blade. She was 17 when she killed for the first time. She was 20 when she began her job as a killer or bodyguard for hire. She grew as she travelled, turning into an ice cold person, who seemed indifferent about everything. She’s seen far more than she should in her 90 years.

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Trivia

Calamity has a twin brother whom she believes is dead. She was 3 when he was taken from her arms by some mean men.

Castiel

Castiel

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"I'm looking for someone. Do you know her?"

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Age

90

Blood %

60% Seraphim, 40% Dragon

Gender

Male

Sex Preference

Hetero

Height

6’2” or 188cm

Weight

220lbs or 99.8kg

Faction

Dolofon

Occupation

Assassin

Pet

N/A

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Physical Appearance

Castiel is a black haired male with jet black angelic wings. He has elf-like ears, and a long dragon-like tail. He has horns that are too small to see past his messy black head of hair. He always seems to have this scowl on his face. His eyes are a light blue that nearly look white. Although he has mostly Seraphim blood, he is black because of his mother, who was a black scaled dragon.

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Apparel

Castiel wears all black. He wears armour-like cloth that covers his whole body. He wears boots that are made of black dragon hide from a dragon he killed when it attacked him.

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Personality

Castiel is a very cold male. He is full of anger, and hatred to everyone. He wishes to find his twin sister, but he doesn’t know where she is, or what she’s doing. His eyes are so cold, and scary, when he glares at others, they run away with their tail between their legs.

Castiel is never friendly, and can be incredibly cruel. He is a ruthless killer, who seems to love killing. He is a loner, but wants love as well. He craves love, but he doesn’t know how to show it. He misses his twin sister, and wishes to find her once more. Castiel is easily angered, and it is hard to calm him down once he’s started. He has some serious issues with bloodlust, and it gets pretty hard to control.

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Exp

Castiel grew up in the league of assassins, or Dolofon. He was taught how to fight and kill at a young age. He was taught a few herbs to help himself heal if he was ever injured, but he was taught well, and it takes a really skilled fighter to injure Castiel. He is especially talented with magic, and knows quite a bit.

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Spells

Light Slash

It is a light attack. This attack can be used on his wings, or his sword. A pure white light buffs the tips of his wings or edge of his sword, causing immense damage to the person at the receiving end.

Scent Vision

This is a passive skill. Scent Vision allows the user to see all smells. Nice smells tend to be bright colours, like lavender, violet, red and yellow. Bad smells tend to be dark colours, like black and different shades of grey or rotten green.

Light of the Seraphim

This is another passive skill. This skill allows the user to find whatever good is in their opponent, and bring it out, allowing their opponent to feel happiness, sadness, anguish, and guilt for what they have done.

Aerial Kick

This is an air attack. Going hand in hand with air walking, this attack allows the user to be light on their feet, landing fast, yet powerful kicks on their opponent for 10 seconds.

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Abilities/Powers

• Dragon tail
• Metal Dense Horns
• Heat Resistant Scales
• Cold Resistant Scales
• Binocular Vision
• Smell Detection
• Soul Detection
• Angel Wings
• Air Walking
• Halo Light
• Portal Jumping
• Portal Sensing
• Portal Conjuring
• Ghost Vision

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Weapons

The black sword is quite large, and relatively heavy, yet Castiel can swing it around with ease.

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History

Castiel was born to a 100% female dragon shape-shifter, and male Seraphim with 60% Seraphim, 40% Dragon. Unlike his sister, who had more Dragon blood in her than Seraphim, Castiel has more Seraphim blood than Dragon. Castiel was taken from his twin sister at the age of 3 by the Dolofon. He was raised by the league of assassins, and was taught how to kill from a young age.

Being traines so ruthlessly, Castiel was able to travel at the age of 14, roaming the world in search of his sister, as well as doing the odd jobs from the league of assassins. His main concern had always been his twin, and he trained hard so that he would be able to protect her when he found her.

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Trivia

Castiel says he can’t love anyone, yet he loves his sister.

Werelings (1x1, Readers Welcome!)

I close my eyes, feeling incredibly tired. It's the last period of the day, and I'm already exhausted. Sighing, I try to wake myself up. At least after this I get to go home. Looking at the clock ticking slowly by, I can't wait for the bell to finally ring. Karrie elbows me, trying to get me to listen to the teacher, but I'm too tired to even think. I just glare at her, and she flashes me a cheeky grin. Sighing softly, I shake my head. That cheeky girl. First she makes me stay up all night, then she wakes me up too early, and now she won't let me daydream.

"Stay awake! Mr Cullen is scary!" she whispers in my ear. I smirk. Yes, Mr Cullen was a scary guy, with his jet black hair, and cold blue eyes. Not to mention that long scar that runs down his left eye. He's real bulky too! I mean bulky, as in weightlifter bulky. He's huge, yet he is our English teacher. Wouldn't a guy like that be better off as our PE teacher? I mean, seriously! That dude is ripped!

I look at my best friend, her light grey eyes, and golden hair that's really curly and untameable. She looks like an angel, yet she acts like the devil's mistress! "How am I friends with you...?" I mutter to myself. Unfortunately, I had caught the attention of Mr Cullen, and he glared at me.

"Miss Smith, are you paying attention?" he asks icily.

"U-Um..." I blush a bright red. "Y-yeah..." He raises an eyebrow at me, not really believing me.

"Oh really? Then what was I talking about just five minutes ago?" he asks.

"T-that..." Just then, the bell rang, and the air comes rushing out of me, as I deflate in relief.

"Saved by the bell, it seems, Miss Smith. Alright. I want you all to read 10 chapters of this book this weekend, and write a summary for each chapter you read. See you all next week." He slams the book closed, and leaves the classroom.

"That was close!" I moan out, as Karrie burst out laughing. "It's not funny!" I whine.

"I-I'm sorry..." She continues to laugh. "B-but it was! I-it was so funny!" Scowling at her, I grab my books, and head to my locker, ignoring her completely. Her eyes widen, and she follows after me. "Esmee! I'm sorry!" she calls out. I ignore her. "Please forgive me! I'll give you all of my desserts for a week!"

"A month."

"A.." I raise an eyebrow, leaning against my locker, my arms crossed against my chest. "Urg! Fine. You get my desserts for a month." I smile sweetly.

"Thanks, hon! Now let's go home." She nods, grabs her bag out of her locker, and we head out of school. The home we live in is only a 5 minute walk, so we walk to and from school. The hairs on my skin suddenly stand up, and I shiver, looking around. It felt like someone was watching me.

"What's wrong, Esmee?" Karrie asks.

"Nothing," I say, shaking my head. "Nothing at all." I try to forget about it, but I just can't shake the feeling still.