Numbers uh
25% written down
60% in my head
15% undecided
25% written down
60% in my head
15% undecided
Crimson Raven
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STATUS: 'tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. 3 yrs ago
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'tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
3 yrs ago
I say the words that I wish someone would tell me in vain hope that they might be returned to me.
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Existence continues.
4 yrs ago
So much I want to do, so little time...
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“I’ve met some pricks in my time. But you, sir...” He said to the offending cactus.
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“NO ADMITTANCE.
NOT EVEN TO AUTHORISED PERSONNEL.
YOU ARE WASTING YOUR TIME HERE.
GO AWAY.”
― Douglas Adams, Mostly Harmless
NOT EVEN TO AUTHORISED PERSONNEL.
YOU ARE WASTING YOUR TIME HERE.
GO AWAY.”
― Douglas Adams, Mostly Harmless
NOTICE
Thank you for Noticing This Notice.
Your Noting it has been Noted.
And it has been Reported to the proper Authority.
Hello lurker/ My old friend/ I've come to talk to you again/ Because a shadow softly creeping/ Lurking in the chat while I was sleeping/ And the roleplay that was forming in my brain/ Still remains with the sound of lurking.
In dead roleplays I walked alone/ Narrow pathways of casual zone...
Need mor ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ
(Made in collaboration with @hatakekuro)
It is known that there are an infinite number of worlds, simply because there is an infinite amount of space for them to be in. However, not every one of them is inhabited. Therefore, there must be a finite number of inhabited worlds. Any finite number divided by infinity is as near to nothing as makes no odds, so the average population of all the planets in the Universe can be said to be zero. From this it follows that the population of the whole Universe is also zero, and that any people you may meet from time to time are merely the products of a deranged imagination.
--Douglass Adams
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.
At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.
And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow.
Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth.
And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part.
The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound.
Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.
At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.
And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow.
Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth.
And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part.
The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound.
Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
~~As You Like It, Shakespear
"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."
~~ Macbeth, Shakespear
“All stories told have been told before. We tell them to ourselves, as did all men who ever were. And all men who ever will be. The only things new are the names.”
“The purpose of a storyteller is not to tell you how to think, but to give you questions to think upon.”
“What do you know?”
“Almost everything. That almost part can be a real kick in the teeth sometimes.”
“What do you want, then?”
“What I can’t have.” Wit turned to him, eyes solemn. “Same as everyone else, Kaladin Stormblessed.”
"Two blind men waited at the end of an era, contemplating beauty. They sat atop the world’s highest cliff, overlooking the land and seeing nothing.
'Can beauty be taken from a man?' the first asked the second.
'It was taken from me,' the second replied. 'For I cannot remember it.' This man was blinded in a childhood accident. 'I pray to the God Beyond each night to restore my sight, so that I can find beauty again.'
'Is beauty something one must see then?' the first asked.
'Of course. That is it’s nature. How can you appreciate a work of art without seeing it?'
'I can hear a work of music,' the first said.
'Very well, you can hear some kinds of beauty - but you cannot know full beauty without sight. You can know only a small portion of beauty.'
'A sculpture,' the first said. 'Can I not feel its curves and slopes, the touch of the chisel that transformed common rock into uncommon wonder?'
'I suppose,' said the second, 'that you can know the beauty of a sculpture.'
'And what of the beauty of food? Is it not a work of art when a chef crafts a masterpiece to delight the tastes?'
'I suppose,' said the second, 'that you can know the beauty of a chef’s art.'
'And what of the beauty of a woman,' the first said. 'Can I not know her beauty in the softness of her caress, the kindness of her voice, the keenness of her mind as she reads philosophy to me? Can I not know this beauty? Can I not know most kinds of beauty, even without seeing it?'
'Very well,' said the second. 'But what if your ears were removed, your hearing taken away? Your tongue taken out, your mouth forced shut, your sense of smell destroyed? What if your skin were burned so that you could no longer feel? What if all that remained to you was pain? You could not know beauty then. It can be taken from a man.'"
The messenger stopped, cocking his head to Shallan.
"What?" she asked.
"What think you? Can beauty be taken from a man? If he could not touch, taste, smell, hear, see, what if all he knew was pain? Has that man had beauty taken away from him?"
"I…" What did this have to do with anything? "Does the pain change day by day?"
"Let us say it does," the messenger said.
"Then beauty, to that person, would be the times when the pain lessens. Why are you telling me this story?"
The messenger smiled. "To be human is to seek beauty, Shallan. Do not despair, do not end the hunt because thorns grow in your way. Tell me, what is the most beautiful thing you can imagine?"
...
“In this,” Wit said, “as in all things, our actions give us away. If an artist creates a work of powerful beauty – using new and innovative techniques – she will be lauded as a master, and will launch a new movement in aesthetics. Yet what if another, working independently with that exact level of skill, were to make the same accomplishments the very next month? Would she find similar acclaim? No. She’d be called derivative.
“So it’s not beauty itself we admire. It’s not the force of intellect. It’s not the invention, aesthetics, or capacity itself. The greatest talent we think a man can have?” He plucked a final string. “Seems to me that it must be nothing more than novelty.”
"A blind man awaited the era of endings," Wit said, "contemplating the beauty of nature."
Silence
"That man is me," Wit noted. "I'm not physically blind, just spiritually. And that other statement was actually very clever, if you think about it."
"What is it to be witty, then?”
“To say clever things.”
“And what is cleverness?”
“I…” Why was he having this conversation? “I guess it’s the ability to say and do the right things at the right time.”
The King’s Wit cocked his head, then smiled.
“Expectation. That is the true soul of art. If you can give a man more than he expects, then he will laud you his entire life. If you can create an air of anticipation and feed it properly, you will succeed.
“Conversely, if you gain a reputation for being too good, too skilled . . . beware. The better art will be in their heads, and if you give them an ounce less than they imagined, suddenly you have failed. Suddenly you are useless. A man will find a single coin in the mud and talk about it for days, but when his inheritance comes and is accounted one percent less than he expected, then he will declare himself cheated.”
Wit shook his head, standing up and dusting off his coat. “Give me an audience who have come to be entertained, but who expect nothing special. To them, I will be a god. That is the best truth I know.”
~~ Stromlight Archive, Brandon Sanderson
"You see, whether you can draw like this or not, being able to think up this kind of design, it depends on whether or not you can say to yourself, ‘Oh, yeah, girls like this exist in real life. If you don’t spend time watching real people, you can’t do this, because you’ve never seen it. Some people spend their lives interested only in themselves. Almost all Japanese animation is produced with hardly any basis taken from observing real people, you know. It’s produced by humans who can’t stand looking at other humans. And that’s why the industry is full of otaku!"
-Hayao Miyazaki
"In culture an analogous situation leads to the emergence of enclaves shut up in ghettos, where intellectual production likewise stagnates because of inbreeding in the form of incessant repetition of the selfsame creative patterns and techniques. The internal dynamics of the ghetto may appear to be intense, but with the passage of years it becomes evident that this is only a semblance of motion, since it leads nowhere, since it neither feeds into nor is fed by the open domain of culture, since it does not generate new patterns or trends, and since finally it nurses the falsest of notions about itself, for lack of any honest evaluation of its activities from outside."
~Stanislaw Lem, author of Solaris
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"He said humans were worth fighting for. He said not to give up on them. I guess I'll keep trying then."
Name: Kara
Appearance: As a manakete, Kara shifts between two very different forms. In human form, she appears to be a beautiful woman of indeterminable age, with pale skin, violet hair, red eyes, and pointed ears. She cuts a very distinct and intimidating figure, due to her distinct draconic features: a curling set of horse on her head that add several inches to her surprisingly unimpressive height, a pair of large, bat-like wings sprouting from her back, and a long, scaly, fairly prehensile tail that sways behind her. Her left hand is also sheathed in scales to the elbow, and it's appearance is best described as 'clawlike'.
In dragon form she takes the appearance of a fearsome, four-legged, winged, blood-red dragon. While smaller then most dragons, she is still larger then even the biggest wyvern
Apparent Age: Young Adult
Gender: Female
Nation: A wanderer by nature, she doesn't have a nation or place that she considers "home". The Darkling Wood is possibly the closest thing to one, but it's rare for her to spend more then a few months even there.
Class: Manakete
Weapon Mastery: Stone: D Rank
Level: 5
Background: Kara is a mature manakete, old enough to have fought against the Demon King, alongside Morva and the Five Heroes of Legend. Originally, she had high hopes for humans, but as she watched them grow and flourish, she became disillusioned with them and spent her days traveling far and wide. Due to this, she was far away when Morva died. She was a close friend of Morva and respected him greatly, so when she learned of his death, it affected her greatly. She regretted not being there to help him. Since then, she resolved to be more involved in human affairs, even fighting alongside them again when the great earthquake and the subsequent appearance of monsters shattered Magvel's peace. But, as before, she found humans distasteful and drifted away from them, leaven them to fend for themselves.
When a human found his way into Darkling woods, she fully intended to let the boy die. But some part of her, the part that remembered fighting alongside humans so long ago, awakened. With a roar, she transformed, and drove off the monsters. As the boy was too young to fend for himself, and as his savior, she reluctantly adopted him and looked after him while he lived among the manaketes. She even game him a name: Rekotadeas. To her surprise she found herself growing fond of the boy, which was brought to her attention when another manakete remarked that this was the longest she had ever stayed with them.
As humans tend to do, he grew up, and eventually left the Darkling woods. To anyone who would listen, Kara proclaimed she was relieved to be rid of him so that now she could return to her travels. But in truth, she missed him greatly. But, she went her way and he went his.
A few years later, she found herself growing uneasy. She could feel demonic power emanating from the land and an unknown source. And it was getting stronger. A mixture of boredom, curiosity, and an irresistible instinct drew her to Grados where the Fire Emblem is kept...
Plot-Susceptive: Yes
Equipment and Items:
-Dragonstone (Allows Kara to transform into her dragon form. Can use powerful fiery breath attacks to attack at long range. 1-1.5 tile range)
-Vulnerary (3 uses)
Personality: Kara is cynical of humans, but also views them with amusement. She is clever, proud, and sophisticate. She is resourceful, used to thinking on her feet. She disdains detailed planning. Surprisingly savage and terrifying in battle, an angry Kara is the last thing you want to (and will) ever see. She is quick of wit, with a (figuratively) sharp tongue. She will bandy word about in her cheerier moods. She has a motherly, doting side which only those close to her witness. She feels more comfortable in dragon form then human form, and will take any excuse to transform. She prides herself on her speed, which rivals even pegusi. Needless to say, she loves flying. She enjoys traveling too, she has a strong wanderlust that makes it rare for her to stay anywhere for a long time. Along with traveling, she loves trying new food and drink, don't promise to foot her food bill, she has a seemingly bottomless stomach, and especially don't challenge her to a drinking contest, she has a iron liver and will drink you and everyone you know under the table. Her greatest weakness, however are sweets. She instantly reverts to a child around them.
Ability Assessment:
As a Manakete, her human form is weaker and more fragile then most. But, in her dragon form, she wields amazing power. As a dragon, she is smaller then most, her scales are not as hard, and she is more vulnerable to magic. But, her smaller size gives her a great advantage in speed. She is very proud of her speed, she can challenge even the legendary speed of pegusi. Due to his, landing a hit on her is difficult. Another thing she prides herself on is her power. Her claws and fangs are sharp and her breath attacks are ruinously powerful. She has a fair amount of experience in battle, due to having been in at least two large conflicts. Granted, one was over 1100 years ago, while the other was as recent as 300 years. She also has had to fend off monsters while traveling by herself. In battle, she is shockingly savage, giving into her draconic instincts to smash and burn. But don't mistake that savagery for a mindless offense. She fights with a devious cunning and is very adaptable to unexpected events. She actually prefers to charge into battle and plan in the moment, instead of planning out beforehand.
In both human and dragon forms she is capable of flight (albeit limited in human form), but this makes her especially weak to bows. Her softer scales magnify this weakness. As such, she is mortally terrified of archers and will attempt to avoid them at all costs. Fortunately, she is fast enough that even skilled archers have a hard time hitting her.
The reason manaketes have two forms is that their dragonstone, which is bonded to them at a young age, act as a natural barrier that ensures the madness of the dragon-form does not afflict the Manaketes. Thus, she is forced to stay human-shaped most of the time. Effectively, the dragonstones act as a battery, with only so much charge available to stay in dragonform. Over time, the dragonstone will “charge up” again, but she much limit herself or face the consequences.
Elemental affinity: Fire
+Speed
+Strength
-Defense
-Resistance
Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other:
Favorite food: chilli (the hotter the better), also has an enormous sweet tooth.
Fairly good cook.
Widely knowledgeable on geography, botany, and animals.
Is fond of long naps. And sleeping in. Not fond of being awoken. (Let sleeping dragons lie!)
Doesn't like dogs, is a cat person (-er dragon?)
Don't call her old. Just. Don't.
R-button Summarization: Mature and worldly Manakete with a strong wanderlust and an even stronger appetite.
Then again, while technically non canon, a Hinoka variant in a just recently released banner in Fire Emblem Heroes, DOES show her riding what can only be considered as a Griffin of some sort.
It isn't a type of griffin, it's closer to a giant bird, specifically a kite. A Griffin from is a completely different mythology. She is based off this Fate only class.
Oh, and hello Lmpkio, fancy meeting you here. :}
I'd like to declare my interest in this. A fire emblem RP is something I've been wanting for awhile, but none have lasted or looked good. Until now.
"Why is this cat's head on fire?"
Do you hear that sound?
That is Ferrin knocking on the Fourth Wall.
Don’t let him out
That is Ferrin knocking on the Fourth Wall.
Don’t let him out
Ferrin Astra
Ferrin seemed taken aback. Souls bound in Lacrimae? Was that even possible? He half hoped for a response, but none came. He knew the answer: obviously it was, but how? Ferrin tried to imagine what it would be like to be trapped, suspended in a crystal, unable to move or speak. Just able to wait. Only his self control stopped him from shivering. He could sympathize.
“That is a fascinating magic, Jamie. Being able to tap into the power of other’s as your own. Could one utilize that with an animal or beast?” He ruminated, growing more and more animate as he spoke. “Of course, that begs the question: do animals have souls? Take Over magic suggests this is so, but how do we know the essence that you or a take over mage calls upon is indeed this thing called ‘soul’? If one could trap this soul in an inanimate object, such as a lacrima and supply it with magic, could one make themselves immortal? To stave off death, that is the ultimate in acheivement for any wizard to...” Ferrin trailed off, realizing that he was saying all this aloud. He immediately pulled a small notebook and a pencil out of his many pockets and started recording his thoughts.
”My apologies,” He said without looking up. “A fascinating thing, Magick is.” He emphasized the k, his voice sliding into a old, high class accent. “My life, I have dedicated to it’s study, as have my family before me. To learn of new, never before recorded magic, well.” He finished the notes with a few lines on Karn’s transformation, what it had felt like and the speed it had occured. He resolved to put in a sketch of the chimera-like form when he has the time. He shut the book with a thump and tucked it back into a pocket. “To make the task more difficult, is that many wizards with the truely incredible magics tend to be a cagey, secretive lot. Not that can I blaim them in the least.” He paused. “In fact your guild here, Jamie, has been a goldmine of new magics. I can honestly say that never before have I seen such a collection of wizards, magic, and talent all concentrated in one spot, as if they drawn together by an invisible force. It is notable enough that I theroize there must be a reason for these ancient magicks quite literally popping out of the woodworks. Mayhap could it have something to do with what we sail out to face?” He studied Jamie’s face for a reaction. “All mearly theories and guesswork. I, sadly, have nothing as of yet to substantiate such a claim. Now then, if you boys are done flirting,” He turned to the Karns and ZnZ, addressing them both, with nothing more then a raised eyebrow at Edarn’s behavior. “As it so happens, I belive the four of you may be able to help me out. If you do not mind me asking, how did the you come to share a body with an other? I ask, not for myself, but for another whose condition resembles each of yours. Only they do not know the machinations by which they came to be that way. I would hope that I could glean some information that might be of use to them from your stories.” The question was phrase politely, if roundabout and delivered in the same, matter-of-fact tone that Ferrin habitually used.
Doubtless, Jamie had already heard them herself, and, Ferrin realized, having a magic that produced a similar effect she would be an expert on such things. But Ferrin wanted a firsthand account. In his experience people leave out all kinds of little details that could be important. It would be better to witness the events himself, but since he could not, a firsthand account was as good as he could get.
@Silver Fox@MarshiestMallow@Demon Shinobi
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Ferrin Astra
Ferrin became aware of someone approaching.
A female laugh drifted out. Oh, great.
”A fair question, and if I still carried the souls of my shape shifting counterparts, well it would be a rather larger number.” An amused voice said.
"Jamie." Ferrin greeted his guildmaster with a shallow inclination of the head. That was about as much deference as anyone could get out of the arrogant young wizard. Most were lucky if he even remembered their names. Her presence was going to make eavesdropping a little bit harder. Carefully and tightly, the aether wizard controlled his active telepathy magic to not brush Jamie's mind and give him away. He was very careful not to reveal that he had some ability with that branch of magic, for it gave him a tremendous advantage both on an off the battlefield. With it, he might sense if someone planned him harm or he could glean extremely valuable secrets. Telepathy, combined with his superior magic sensitivity and enhance-able senses meant that sneaking up on him was as difficult as possible, he noted with pride. It was one of the reasons he was alive, after all and he wasn't willing to give it up. Unfortunately, his telepathic range and clarity were not the best, though it shamed him to admit it. His range was limited to a few meters and people's thoughts sounded like whispers in a noisy room, so he only could catch a word in three, but that was usually enough. On the upside, the magic working was so weak, unless someone knew what they were looking for, it would be nearly unnoticeable, masked by the numerous enchantments he carried with him and the usual magic aura give off by mages.
It was extremely rude to listen in on another's mind without their permission, if people knew it would probably earn him enemies. Ferrin knew that. But he did it anyway. Not always, but whenever he was unsure about a situation or simply didn't trust people's motives he would cautiously eavesdrop. Though who he tried it on varied. Most people who were competent knew how to habitually guard their thoughts, and would instantly notice the brush of an unfamiliar mind. Jamie, he could tell was one, as her mind was an iron-bound fortress, while the other two...four before him were much more free with their 'private' thoughts. He caught snitches of the two soul's conversations and he was getting a good feel for their 'voices'.
He let the exuberant/edgy pair talk themselves out while he considered what he was going to say next. The mention of Edolas and possibly alternate versions had peaked his interest. But so had Jamie's mention of herself...
"Yes, I am familiar with people bearing more than one soul in their body. I once met a pair of siblings who shared a body, and before them, a man who clamed to have fourty-two different personalities, although he might have simply been insane." Ferrin said slowly and distractedly. Jamie or Edolas, what interested him more? The second Karn seemed disinclined to share, which Ferrin absolutely did not fault them for. Even he had enough tact not to poke at raw wounds.
Speaking of, his jaw still hurt. Although he could feel it mending. What other powers did this shapeshifting-two-souled-slayer wizard have? Healing magic was a lost art and could be useful in any number of situations. Another line of inquiry to be filed away and brought up later.
He turned to Jamie, a politely quizzical expression on his face. "What do you mean by that?"
@Silver Fox@MarshiestMallow@Demon Shinobi
I just don't like how it gives off the appearance of a dying rp, when we are still extremely active. Seeing 17~30 days since last OOC post is discouraging to newcomers, not to mention the RP gets buried under newer things.
On the flipside, discord is great for communication in real time, and getting a person's attention. Depending on the settings, a person will get normal and @ messages as notifications.
On the flipside, discord is great for communication in real time, and getting a person's attention. Depending on the settings, a person will get normal and @ messages as notifications.
zzz
All the interesting stuff happens on discord. So quiet here.
All the interesting stuff happens on discord. So quiet here.
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