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I call dibs on a wizard with a sword

TITANS

Hi. I’m company.

I call dibs on… Well idk who yet.

Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️

Leah Jordan

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Location: The Carnival > Fortune Shack
Skills: Punching things and throwing rocks
First Day Fit

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"Oh boy." Honestly, everything just existing around Leah didn't mean much at this point. Shortstack-Boy walked away, and Diana was being Diana about things. At least she had the courtesy to make herself scare... Was that fucking Sabine? Oh hell no. "What hole did you crawl out of?" She asked when Sabine came around. Leah and Sabine's dynamic was... Complicated. Leah hated Sabine but at the same time just gravitated to the absolute harlot's presence. That was only made more complicated by the fact that they were roommates... Of all things to be, they were roommates. "Listen, Sparky, just relax. You didn't mean it. He'll come around eventually, just, uh... Give him some space. Day one's always hard on people when they aren't getting torched." Leah struggled to keep up with a kid as energetic as Danny, but she didn't outright hate him. She unlatched her arm from April and then looked around all the small group. "Bad start to a good day, sure, but it's still a good day. Take it easy, it'll work out." The wind does not move the mountain, something she believed in.

"Think I'm gonna swing by the old lady's place before she takes off. Guess I'll see you people around somewhere." And Leah went off.

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Leah made her way across the academy and stopped at the little rickety looking shack that Old Lady Agatha did things in, and just happened to bump into a certain someone named Zelda Flynn. What happened was something left for fate to decide.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Location: The race

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So far, the retired General had taken things slow during her vacation to Caesonia. An investigation with an attractive lady, and a brief meeting with a princess. She enjoyed these things, but Lyra came on horse. She was mounted as she paced briskly with her steed to the race that was being held. Her faithful companion on this journey, she was known as Lady Avarice and sported a saddle unlike many. Cream-tinted leather sewn with red trim and silver metals decorated the noble creature. Her hair and skin were both well-kept. Lyra was relaxed, and her hands folded rather than on her reigns. Lady Avarice and the General had a very close bond between each other, such that she only had to give her companion directions and she knew just where to go. Lyra had heard of the hat contests, and so she elected to buy one that fit her attire. She was dressed in her uniform as usual, a formal outfit of red and white, decorated with a coat of arms depicting roses and a lion.

She had already been registered before today. Major General Lyra Carris, riding Lady Avarice. The two made their way up to the starting line and waited. "Are you ready, girl?" She whispered into the horse' ear, who nudged her in confirmation. Winning this race wasn't important to either of them, but Lyra and her noble steed were inseparable. If anyone could win, it was them.

The Eye of the Needle (where Fantasy and Sci-fi collide)

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Thankfully, they managed to cart J’eon to town and find a life mage. Another Tekeri, apparently. This one knew what she was doing, and thankfully, J’eon was back on his feet in short order. That was good at least. In the meantime, Shirik was simply pondering the beast they came across. Shirik was older than everyone present, and their last three generations of grandparents combined, surely they had seen such a creature before. Alas recollection was failing them.

When J’eon pointed out the fire in the sky, it clearly an unmistakeable similarity to the spell that Shirik performed. It lit up she sky in the same fashion as the meteor they dropped on the bug. ”I did say I would drop the heavens on that creature. I tend to back up my claims.” They said flatly, fully intent on taking the credit for whatever was about to happen. ”The heavens fall in strange ways, sometimes. That will likely land near civilization, we should go and make sure no one is harmed. Well.. I should, at least.”

”…Perhaps I overdid it.” They said, giving Kareet a look that said something like, “You wanted to study me, you get what you wished for.”

Pariah

@Eclektik

I would be interested in joining this rp, would there be room for another player? I also had some ideas of what my character's powers would be okay if I DM'ed you some my pitch?

@Eviledd1984

Do you just stalk my profile or something? Lmfao

The Faraway Land: Dragonbound (CLOSED, non-starter)

There's always picrews if you're stuck on character ideas. These are my faves

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The Faraway Land: Dragonbound (CLOSED, non-starter)

The Lonely Knight

Drastyal the Old "I will not fail again." 🎶"I'll always be there with you, I'll always be watching you. If I'm gone, don't mourn me. I'll be always watching over thee."🎶

Demographic

Drastyal is not a homunculus. He is a native of Atherion, born and raised in the kingdom. He is no longer a part of any world in a sense, however. There is nothing beneath his overgrown armor, it is a hollow vessel for his soul filled with life that has grown in the absence of a body. Drastyal is a ghost who walks the land of the living, held here by his own grief.

Story

A thousand years ago, Drastyal fought among the original champions of Regret. When the passage of time came to collect them, he never left. In the aftermath of the war against Yddrog, Drastyal's friends and family had fallen, leaving him to grieve. The world had won against extinction, but at what cost? The dragon was gone, but so were the heroes. In his final days, onset by terrible wounds in battle, Drastyal was offered eternal life by Regret's side. He refused. Why should he be allowed to live forever in a paradise among the gods when Yddrog's victims were not afforded such an opportunity? Drastyal could not bear the weight of so much loss, and chose to die in peace, to join his fallen friends wherever they may be.

This, however, would not be his fate.

Hours after his passing, Drastyal woke up once again in his armor. His body felt hollow, and he felt stronger. His soul had laid claim to the armor, consigning him to walk the world forever as ghost. Unable to save those he loved, and unable to rest in peace, he stood up and walked away. Decades passed before his mind could be put to ease, but he still carried guilt in his heart all the same. In his undeath, Drastyal wandered across the land, immortalizing his fallen comrades with graves built by his own two hands. A lonely place no one ever goes to anymore now stands as a memory of that time, and it inspired Drastyal to keep going. His armor had become his body, and he no longer felt the fatigue that mortals felt, and so he set out to pay his respects to the living by helping them in ways that did not cause bloodshed.

In various parts of Atherion, one could find a knight covered in roses and wild moss laying stones in a road, or building the foundation of structures that would benefit the community he was found in. Sometimes it was something simple like a sturdy fence to keep farm animals in place, other times it was something much grander like an entire house made of timber and bricks to shelter people after a storm destroyed their homes. Every time this armored figure was seen, no one could ever talk to him. He disappeared before anyone could even ask him his name. He was always there to aid the people, and to build monuments to the deceased. Some people took to calling him an urban legend known as the Lonely Knight, but he was less than a legend, and more than a myth. It was through these deeds that Drastyal found a sense of peace. He still felt immeasurable sorrow for the people he failed to save, but he was no longer haunted by them. If such remorse could be healed, then Drastyal had healed it.

Strength

As an undead warrior devoted selflessly to watching over humanity, Drastyal's strength lies in his ability to fight. His body is made of heavy metal and wild foliage. Therefore, he does not feel pain or fatigue, and is capable of incredible physical strength that other, more fleshy people can't achieve now matter how in shape they are. Drastyal is best suited for the front lines, where he can swing a heavy sword at enemies with little regard necessary for his own safety. While Drastyal is irrevocably dedicated to protecting people, he is not connected to the Archon of Regret. His actions in life caused her to take notice of him, but Drastyal turned down her gifts in the depths of his sorrow. He possesses none of the conventional advantages that her champions benefit from. If something causes him to "die" for a second time, he won't come back again.

Out of combat, Drastyal shows to be very good with his hands. Being a thousand years old and not needing to eat or sleep leaves him with plenty of spare time to anything from paving a road or building a house to something as small as a carved piece wood. Drastyal has a particular fondness for making things that help other people. A walking stick for the old man with a bad leg, a bedframe for a poor family about to have another child, or a warm coat for someone unprepared for winter; the living have material needs that are sometimes difficult to meet, and Drastyal's emotional comfort is derived from meeting them with love put into every cut that he makes, stitch that he sews, or nail he hammers. He can also play a few instruments, but don't ask him to play a flute or anything else that requires lungs.

Preferred Patron

Drastyal favors the Archon of Regret, despite not officially being one of her champions.

Stake

In life, Drastyal failed to protect the people most important to him. The world moved on, but it was his guilt, rather than divine intervention, that drove him to face Yddrog once more. Most people simply understand that a dragon is coming to kill them, and that people won the last time he did it. Drastyal, however, was there for it. He was apart of the battle a thousand years ago to banish Yddrog, and couldn't save the fallen. He won't make that mistake again. Drastyal is driven by his past grief to set the record straight. As the only surviving person who remembers the war, Drastyal will share his experience in fighting monster with the reincarnated champions of Regret, and aid them in their shared goal.

This time, if he's lucky, he'll see that these champions finish the job.

The Faraway Land: Dragonbound (CLOSED, non-starter)

I am currently working on drawing my character since I completely lost track of who to credit for the art im using