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1 mo ago
Current Or, just maybe, stop posting in every damn IC you can find to ask people to join your “League of Legends Noxus RP.” It’s annoying, and forces GMs to go out of their way to get it deleted. Etiquette.
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3 yrs ago
tbh a death threat was not on my 2023 bingo
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3 yrs ago
man if you’re just gonna fucking admit it what’s the point. go touch grass. don’t kill your roommate.
3 yrs ago
ANOTHER ONE?!?!
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3 yrs ago
holy shit roommate murder guy went off
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You are a witch.

Not a witch in the traditional sense, though. You are nothing like the "witches" of Salem, Christian mythology, or new-age culture. You do not have green skin and you do not wear a pointy hat (although you might do so for fun). You might not ride a broomstick or wear a black cloak, but you are a witch all the same. Witches are powerful beings with the ability to use magic- something that most lack. They resemble humans and are like humans in so many ways. But they are inherently inhuman. Witches, after all, use magic.

Magic as it is used by witches has varied and unique applications. Witches can make wards and charms and potions out of herbs and other natural ingredients, yes. They use this skill to its full advantage. Crafting these magical items is a vital skill to any witch, young or old. But witches can also cast devastating, destructive spells. They can ravage the Earth with these destructive forces at their discretion. They can call down storms, earthquakes, and create fire from their fingertips with a single word. The magic of witches is dangerous, and not to be tampered with.

But this magic takes its toll. Power has its cost. Magic is more of a resource than an ability- only certain beings (witches are one) can use it and generate it, but it is finite. Generating magic without a source has a steep cost. It requires sacrifice. The scale of the sacrifice depends on the scale of the spell, but it can be a devastating one. Witches may offer something as simple as blood or energy as their sacrifice, generating magic for them to use. But to produce power of epic proportions requires a sacrifice equally powerful. To do anything devastatingly powerful, a witch must give up something central to their being. Happy memories. A body part. Their ability to be happy. A piece of their life force. The life of someone else. The list of things a magical being could sacrifice to gain power is immense, but each one harms them in some way. Magic is dangerously greedy. It will devour its user and everything around them until nothing is left.

However, this is not the only way to gain power. Other beings (such as vampires, werewolves, etc.) choose to use other sources only accessible to them. Some witches bind themselves to demons, an incredibly dangerous yet advantageous practice that is punishable by death. Others sacrifice the lives of others, which is also expressly forbidden. Yet the vast majority of witches choose to bind themselves to magical wellsprings. Wellsprings are extremely rare, natural sources of magic that witches have a monopoly over. They take the forms of natural features, such as lakes, mountains, swamps, and others. While bonded to them, witches don't have to give up nearly as much for their power. Not that using them doesn't have its own cost. To access this power, witches must conform to the rule of the covens.

The covens are communities of witches centered around the wellsprings. They are all loosely connected into one overarching organization that has one goal- to protect humanity and themselves from other supernatural threats. The covens have stringent rules for witches that wish to be a part of them. They forbid many behaviors and uses of magic. They even hand down punishments which range from exile to execution. If a witch wishes to be in a coven, they must do work for them, too. Witches risk their lives doing the bidding of covens, and many die. They are pressured to have witch children for the coven, who are then made members upon birth.

You are a young, uninitiated member of the Sisters of the Dying Branch- a coven with its wellspring located somewhere in the Appalachian Mountains. You probably grew up in your coven, surrounded by other witches. You were taught magic by someone- most likely your caretakers, whoever they may be. By now, you have a good command of magic. While you are not a mastr, you know various spells and can craft items with skill. For your whole life, you've been drawing on the powers of your teachers.

But now it's time for you to be initiated. To be bonded to the wellspring, whatever consequences that may present.

Your path depends on what you do from here on out.




Hey!

I'm Canary. Some of you might know me, some of you might not, but this universe is something I've been working on for a long while. Maybe... 4 years? It's really near and dear to my heart, and I've spent a lot of time developing it. So I decided to make it a roleplay!

This roleplay centers around the young witches of the Sisters of the Dying Branch coven as they go through the trials and tribulations of witch life. It will be a gritty affair, but with plenty of light-heartedness if you so choose to create it. It will take place in the modern world (without corona). Modern technology does exist in this universe. These witches are a sort of blend between those of Harry Potter and real-life witches, but with my own dark spin on it.

If you have any questions or ideas, feel free to DM me or post them here! And, as always, if you're interested, you can express it in the comments. I look forward to roleplaying with you!
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It occurred to Jamie while Blake was kicking in the door that she could easily break it down and save Blake all the trouble of actually using his legs to do it. But, he looked like he was having fun, so she might as well let the guy do what made him happy. He had this little self-assured smile on his face like he actually enjoyed kicking in doors. Why ruin that? And she didn't really want to use too much of her power at this point, either. Jamie had flexed her fingers a little while they were walking through the halls. Upon doing this, she had found that they were hurting a little more than usual, which was generally not a good thing. Especially for someone who accumulated broken bones like a toddler collected scrapes. Which was definitely a very Jamie thing to do.

Jamie peeked her head in the doorway after Blake made a show of his flames, only stepping in once she realized that the room was clear of enemies. She followed Blake over to the Leftover cages and squatted down, starting to look at what she could. Not much was left in the cages after Blake had taken the note, it seemed. Which was fine. Jamie could not read Italian. She thought of petting one of the MWEs, which seemed like a thrilling idea. She stuck her fingers in one of the cages, touching a head. But she promptly took that finger right back when the MWE snapped at it.

She gave the dog a mock-stern look. "Bad, bad dog," Jamie scolded. She waggled her finger at the dog, who just kept growling.

After this failure of an interaction, Jamie turned from the cages to watch Rumi go about his work. It didn't take long for him to finish up, it seemed. He was done with his furious computer hacking and Italian-translating after only a minute or two. Ooh, cool. I bet he's read, like, 500 books, Jamie thought to herself. 500 books was a lot, right? More than she had read. Probably more than Blake had read, too.

She gave Rumi a thumbs-up and an enthusiastic grin. "Great job on the computer stuff, dude! Let's go." Jamie moved towards the slightly scorched door, beckoning for Blake and Rumi to follow. "I can totally drive again if you want. We got here pretty fast if I don't say so myself."

@Scarifar@Hitman






Here's the character sheet I've been working on! I hope it's acceptable. I went in the complete opposite direction I intended to, whoops.

@Sonnenschein
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Jamie made a pouting face when Rumi slapped her hand but backed away anyways. The hologram had looked so cool, and she had only wanted to touch it! Even though she couldn't. Something about bio-mets. So unfair! But maybe she could get him to let her touch it later...? So distracted by this train of thought, Jamie missed the rest of their conversation, staring off into space and thinking about how she could get Rumi to let her touch it instead. Maybe she could seduce him...? Yes. Seduction was always the answer. And Rumi wouldn't be too bad if she was being honest. As stuck in her rambling thoughts as she was, she only picked up a couple of important things- Gugliano, Sam's Fish Market, control, Leftover- that kind of thing. She would piece it together later, in all likelihoods. Plus, it didn't really matter, did it? All she had to do was hold out her hands and blast.

Her attention was fully drawn back to the present when Rumi put on his Batman suit. Jamie watched in awe as the machines busied about, making whirring sounds as they attached armor to his body. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped. This place was getting more and more like the Batcave by the second!

She belatedly registered Blake's request, only realizing that he had been talking to her a quarter of the way through Rumi's transformation sequence. She jumped and gave him a big thumbs-up.

"S-sorry! I'll go do it now." Jamie rushed out of the lab just after saying this, skittering on down through the hallways and the waiting area and back to her car. It looked very out of place among the newer, less beaten-up models of the other occupants of the parking lot, with its duct-taped windows and dented, scratched sides. She opened the car door with a click and started up the engine, getting the air conditioning running and buckling up her seatbelt. Like Blake had told her, she set up her GPS- Sam's Fish Market. She clicked the first result that came up on Google Maps (thankfully, it was the correct one), put on some very upbeat pop, and laid back in her seat to wait for the guys.

It didn't take too long. They were out of the building and jumping into her car only a few minutes after she had started it. Rumi's suit looked nice, she noticed. The robots must have done a good job! She gave the two a smile and thumbs-up, and, when they had buckled their seatbelts (safety first!) she slammed on the gas pedal and sped out of the parking lot.

About 20 minutes later (the drive was supposed to take 25 minutes), Jamie pulled up to Sam's Fish Market. Luckily, they hadn't gotten into any accidents on the way. They had been close, though- Jamie's road rage was infamous among her friends. Looking around the parking lot, she noted with a pleased smile that her car actually fit in. Most of the other cars were old and beaten up too. Yay for equality!

Jamie followed Blake into the market, nodding at his statements. She almost asked if he wanted her to knock down the satellite. Wouldn't that disrupt their control of the Iguanosaur? But she stopped herself before asking the question because they were heading inside, so he obviously didn't want her to knock it over since she couldn't do it from inside of a building. Duh. She watched silently as Blake handled the man in the overcoat, giving him an encouraging double thumbs up when the man hit the ground.

At his ushering, Jamie followed Blake through the fish freezer. The two other men surprised her, but not much. From their faces, she could see that Blake's lies weren't going to work. They looked... skeptical. But, fortunately, she was hidden behind the door, so they weren't about to notice her. So, she stepped forward and raised both her hands, sending a blast of vibrational force rushing at each. Both went down in seconds with an audible crack of their sternums. They hit the floor of the freezer, one of them even landing in a pile of frozen fish and sending a few skidding across the floor.

Jamie held her nose and made a face. ]"Ewwww!" she cried. "That's so gross. I bet he'll wake up with one in his mouth!"

@Hitman@Scarifar






Patricia nodded her head anxiously at Angelica's reply. "Yeah, yeah, but the security's got the room locked down tight," she whispered back. She gestured to the guards standing around the perimeter of the room. "There's no way we're getting out of here to warn her."

Patricia let out a relieved breath as Katharine moved away from them and towards the head of the table. However helpful she had been, the girl seemed off, and perhaps a little too discerning. Their cover was good (or, at least, Patricia hoped it was), but with enough digging the girl could very well find out that they were liars. Her brown eyes trailed the red-eyed girl as she walked off, only breaking away when she sat down in one of the conference chairs. Patricia's eyes snapped back up when Vinnie and his sons entered the room, and she analyzed them silently. She was familiar with Vinnie and his sons from reading the file but had no intention of going near any of them. Especially the mind-reader.

Patricia's heart sped up a little as Tommy, the younger son, sat down next to Angelica and started to flirt. She gave him a cursory look over and a small nod of acknowledgment to conceal her nervousness. Why would he be flirting with Angelica? She hadn't turned on her power, as far as Patricia could tell. Well, she supposed the older woman was pretty even without her power, but Tommy Gugliano would surely have even prettier women at his disposal. Ones that would match his Greek god persona. Patricia pretended to be bored, examining her nails but was really waiting for the meeting to begin.

Her gaze shot up from her nails when Vinnie slammed his hands on the table and started to speak. Rather dramatic. She couldn't see why the man couldn't just start talking like a normal person. He had commanded the attention room from the second he came in. Patricia put her elbows on the table, leaning in to listen attentively. It would be amazing if they could get all the information they needed from this speech- but unlikely. She followed the grins at the mention of raises from the others with one of her own. She had nothing to be happy about- she wasn't on Vinnie Gugliano's payroll, and would never be.

She couldn't help it when her brows raised at the mention of this new goal. Listening, it sounded... foolish at best, dangerous at worst. Who were these people, and what could they be doing with heroes? A shiver ran down her spine, and she rubbed her toes together in her increasingly obnoxious heels. A dead hero was worth nothing. It was just a dead body. And it wasn't like they could get heroes to use their powers for the benefit of villains. So what could they be getting at? What did they want? Some fancy prisoners, maybe.

Patricia visibly winced in sympathy when they brought Will in. She had never been too close to him but felt bad all the same. She was just glad Brie wasn't there to witness it. What were they even going to do to him? Torture him? He didn't look too fucked up yet... She reluctantly joined the cheers when they shoved his poor face into the grapes, leaning back in her chair and clapping appreciatively with a smile on her face. She barely missed a splatter of grape juice, moving out of the way so that it hit her chair instead of her face.

At Vinnie's final warning, Patricia gripped the arms of her chair, white-knuckled. She had total confidence in their mission and the competence of her coworkers, but this might've been more serious than they had bargained for. Being captured certainly didn't sound pleasant. Or like it would end well. But they were going to take this asshole down, whatever it took. Speaking of her coworkers... she glanced at the door, anxiety increasing. Where were they? They couldn't have been found out already, right?

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