Burger

Fu Sonzai no Genso: An Urban Fantasy Mystery RP

Well, work called and I have to work crazy hours the next few days.

Probably won't end up joining.

Fu Sonzai no Genso: An Urban Fantasy Mystery RP

Yea, I realized that as soon as I found the picture I was going to use.

Forgot to edit it.

Fu Sonzai no Genso: An Urban Fantasy Mystery RP

I'll try to write up a homunculi.

The Necromancer's Curse

Oh, there are only ten of them? Hmm, I guess my character was a bit too blase.

@Muttonhawk

Centaurs are still really well known for, well, existing and being horsemen.

They're a race that most people know of, but rather rare.

The Necromancer's Curse

Olerus didn't answer the young mage's questions. He just stayed silent when the mage had asked about himself. To be perfectly honest, he didn't know how to answer those questions. He himself didn't know why he was in the Enchanter's Guild. They just slowly forced him into it.

The Centaur's memories were cut short when the man said that they should probably speak with the Enchanter dragon. Olerus knew of her, but he had never met her. In fact, he was uninterested in meeting her for the longest time. He had only worked by himself making magic fonts for the guild to research.

"Perhaps." Olerus said, his voice rough and deep. Olerus didn't speak that much. He had no one to speak to. There was a feeling of solemnity when he was alone. He like that feeling all too much.

Olerus had raised himself from his seat, his figure becoming much more imposing upon the rest of the inn. He slowly trotted over to the dragon. He had no questions to ask. He remained quiet and standing.

The Necromancer's Curse

I just realized that only Aurus knows about the CENTAURS CENTAURS CENTAURS.

So, uh. Flavour text.

Centaur Lore

The noble Centaurs of the Stomping Isles. They were known for being fierce warriors, unstoppable onslaughts of death and war. They used to be conquerors, nomads, even warlords. That time had passed long before the Necromancer's rule.

The Centaurs follow the queen, and her Matriarch tribe. For the longest time, their leading tribe were the Brae-Wardens. They were the conquerers. They expanded the empire from their small island into the continent. They were unstoppable; all would crumble under the rule of the Centaurs.

One day, all of the Centaurs simply withdrew from the continents. It was a strange occurrence. The unstoppable riders of war suddenly withdrawing.

What happened before the withdrawal was a 10 year civil war between the previous tribe, the Brae-Wardens, and the current tribe, the Landkeeps. After years and years of fighting, the Landkeeps came out on top, and they seized control. The ways of war were gone, and so the Centaurs went into hiding.

Hundreds of years later, the peaceful Centaurs' islands were invaded by the dead. With them, they brought pestilence and a necromancer. The necromancer had cast something on the island. It removed what little magic they had. Their kind was cursed. The Centaurs were doomed. After months of trying to survive, the Centaurs finally decided on their final moments. They would send out 10 healthy Centaurs to the continent, and then they would use the natural magic fonts on the isles, and they tore it asunder. The entire island was destroyed. Nothing remained except for the 10 Centaurs, who escaped to the continent.

Dungeons of Orario (Danmachi RP)

Name:
Thanatos
Appearance:
Thanatos, for lack of a better term, is edgy.

He stands at 6'2', and has a very slender build.
Gender:
Male
Pantheon:
Greek
Specialty:
Personification of Death
Personality:
Thanatos is not a good person. He's constantly at odds with other gods and is violent. He's extremely brash and insults other gods constantly. He believes that his familia is the strongest familia for clearing the dungeon, and for the most part, he is right. Thanatos, being the embodiment of death, has no qualms about leaving his familia to die to retain the title of strongest. All of the familia knows this, and consider it a form of motivation to clear better.
Other:
Thanatos' familia is oddly hidden. They only really appear in the dungeon, and their only purpose is to reach farther than the other familias. So far, they have succeded.

Sneaky beaky character!
It's all been cleared with Rusty.

Name:
Unknown

Appearance:
He stands at around 5'7", and has a athletic build.

Gender:
Male

Personality:
Unknown

Bio:
Unknown

Familia:
Unknown

Equipment:
Unknown

STATS:
Unknown

Other:

Dungeons of Orario (Danmachi RP)

Nobody told me that this actually came out.

You failed me Rusty.

The Necromancer's Curse

Olerus had listened to what the representative of their guild had to say. He didn't really listen. Everything the guildmember talked about, Olerus had already known. What he didn't know was that Karu was coming along for the testing. Olerus didn't really like Karu. Hell, he didn't really like anyone else in the Enchanter's Guild. Nobody really cared for Olerus either. He was only allowed in because of the rumoured magic fonts he could create. He had made the Enchanter's Guild many fonts over the years. They were never able to use them, however.

Olerus walked inside of the inn. Within an instant, he walked to the bar. He held up one finger. The bartender seemed to recognize the symbol, and poured an oddly slender and tall glass. The glass was filled with a old type of brandy. Olerus took the glass from the bartender and poured it into his mouth. His mouth wasn't really made for drinking from cups. Much of the liquid spilled onto his chest and the bar. The bartender took out a small rag and wiped the bar clean dry.

Olerus walked away from the bar. One drink would keep him sated. He didn't really like this group of people, either. They weren't like him. They weren't like the centaurs. The proud, noble centaurs. A morose look filled his eyes when he thought about his race. Olerus took a seat alone. He chose to distance himself from others.

Academia Abyssus: Adventures in a Modernized Hell

"What do ya mean by that?" Marianne said, tears dripping from her eyes. "People only got one life..."

Her tears were running dry. Her loud wailing turned into a quiet sob. She slowly got up from her lying down position and sat right beside the edgy man. She was quite confused, and the man seemed to know what was going on.

"Where are we?" She said, wiping tears from her eyes. Her voice was still changed from the crying. "An' how did I get here?"

Marianne intently listened to the first time in years. She wanted to know where she was. She had no memory of what happened hours before. All she remembered (vaguely) was falling down, getting caught in a net, getting burned to death, getting moved from that net onto a hellish landscape that turned normal, and being sent on this arena.