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Mist City Story: An Urban Fantasy Mage RP

A R D E N

Arden didn’t exactly know why, but he already disliked everyone in the room. He had arrived in a timely fashion, not too early but safe from being late and had kept to himself ever since. Taking a seat at the rear corner he ignored those that had come before him just as he did those that arrived after. He knew it wasn’t fair to judge them, but he couldn’t help it anyway.

Perhaps it was the noise of this place that soured his mood, too busy, too much to block out. Or maybe it was because the resentment he still carried for this whole situation. The somewhat gentle persuasion he recently endured that had coerced, no, forced him to be here.
Still reeling from that manipulation, Arinne’s entrance and attitude did little to lighten his mood. Yup, still hated everyone here. But amongst all his displeasure grew a faint curiosity.
The silver haired servant or assistant who followed closely behind the child sent new vibrations rumbling through the room, her teeth loudly cutting into the treat as crumbs of the jammy dodger fell away like boulders in an avalanche. Her nervousness was like a deep undertone resonating beneath all the other sounds, but none of that was unusual. Yet there was something there that sounded ‘different’.

As Arinne talked Arden turned his focus away from his curiosities and dulled his senses so he could pay attention.
Of course he knew why he was here, but he sure as hell wasn’t about to blurt out something as stupid as the last person did and draw attention to himself, especially when the question appeared rhetorical.
He just sunk further into his chair, trying to shrink away as he remained silent while conversation filled the room. How he wished he had his headphones here so he could just block it all out and disappear.

The sooner this was over the better, he thought to himself.

✣ Truly Damned ✣

Possibly interested in this, will keep watching.

Mist City Story: An Urban Fantasy Mage RP

Arden

Name: Arden Grey
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Hider

Personality:

Arden, lacking confidence is often considered quiet, shy and reserved, that is until something goes against his beliefs or moral judgment and then he is not afraid to show just how passionate he can be. He is curious, creative and kind, albeit nervous and a bit reclusive. He loves solidarity and music in any form.

Abilities:

AFFINITY: Sound, vibrations and the sense of hearing

_{MANA QUALITY: Exceptional
MANA QUANTITY: Average}
Intense potency but limited reserves. Arden is new to mage-craft and the supernatural world, so he doesn’t know many spells beyond his inherit abilities, and even those he has not yet mastered.

• Deep listener- Arden not only has beyond exceptional hearing with immaculate precision and control, but he also can hear things others can’t. This magical ability interprets patterns and activities of the mind into audible surface thoughts and or feelings and intent. It requires Arden’s focus and concentration and doesn’t work equally well on all people. It is more effective on non magical humans and those unaware of his ability.
• Quiet speaker- Arden’s voice, without being raised, can reach anyone’s ear within his vision and only theirs if he so chooses it.
  Master of subtle tone manipulation and with the ability to ‘hear’ people, Arden can generate frequencies to manipulate people’s emotions or make them more susceptible to suggestions. This is a near passive hypnotic effect that again works on varying degrees.
• Silent type- Arden’s control over frequency and sound allows him to also nullify it. This is very helpful for those that wish to sneak around.
• Conscientious- ’Listen to oneself.’ Arden has yet to thoroughly explore this sonar like ability through using echo location techniques. But it is there just waiting to be discovered.
• Vocal- The heart and strength of his ability. Creating and manipulating vibrations to such an extent that they has a physical effect on his environment or singularly targeted area. These ‘shock waves’ can emanate from any part of his body as the vibrations and energy come from within. Most effective though are vocal shouts or arm thrusts.
• Haphephobia- Arden can also use the above mentioned ability to violently displace the air around him creating a defensive bubble.

Skills:

He is not much of a combatant except for the odd scrape he picked up from being bullied at school. Arden’s skills fall more into the creative and intellectual realms, especially around creating music or fiddling with technology. He is a whiz around computers and programming.

Assets:

Growing up in poverty Arden possesses little of value from his past even though his abilities, if understood earlier, could have provided otherwise. Since being discovered there were those that tried to ‘buy’ him and essentially succeeded.

• Enhanced Notebook computer- Because all things are better with magic. Besides being faster, more secure and compact, it also has access to a great database of information very useful to a mage-in-learning.
• Bugs- Part technological marvel, part familiar. This conscious hive mind of little creatures exists mostly as an ordinary watch, laying dormant until called upon. Then at which point they disperse and fly through the air scouting an area or following a target. This extends the reach of Arden’s ability via microphone’s and speakers while recording everything for later analysis.
• Taser (extendable baton)- For self protection when all else fails.
• Motor bike- Method of transport.

Brief Backstory: Arden’s mother and father met but once, she couldn’t resist the handsome man, literally. It was a rendezvous that started on the busy dance floor of a high end exclusive night club and ended in an empty, cold, filthy, little alley way that didn’t even earn a name. He discarded her when done and that was the last she ever saw or heard of Arden’s father.

Arden’s mother held no magical aptitude whatsoever. She was not connected to a rich family, or any family for that matter. She was an aspiring dancer crushed under the weight of failed dreams, bad youthful decisions and financial strain.
Arden grew up in poverty, and while his mother held love for him, she was hardly around to share it.

So that left Arden’s father to be the mage of the family, and a powerful one at that because despite his training or understanding of that world, Arden possesses some strong magical talent and aptitude. It was very confusing for him to be seeing things that others around him couldn’t. Hearing things others didn’t. It took him longer than most to get recognised and then when he finally did, there were those trying to take him in and train him, just wanting to take advantage of the young boys ability and shape him into another pawn in their own agenda. One such family succeeded, buying his trust and faking care they now have enlisted him into the service of Arinne’s quest. Testing him and fulfilling their contract at the same time.

Goblins

I’m open for interaction if anyone wants to walk past in the forest otherwise I can come back to the village and bump into someone. Got some ideas to make stuff happen :D

Just let me know.

Goblins

This is really cool 😎 —-> The slayers guide to hobgoblins [/url] by mongoose publishing. There is a goblin one too but I can’t find a link or file.

Good read. Angry hateful creatures. My brain is stirring with ideas for a goblinoid warband game where players take control of little ‘factions’ or ‘families’ within the tribe and try to grow to dominance by slavery, recruitment, breeding, general survival all whilst trying to earn favour of the chieftain and gods. There will be losses as your numbers rise and fall.

🤔 gotta start working on a system.

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GoodNight to all those who it applies to!
I just finished lunch :D

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Gahji

It was looking to be a good day. The steady sun piercing the forests rooftop warming the earth below. The trees swaying gently in the cool breeze, dancing to the soft symphonic rhythm of nature and all the creatures within. A content lizard, swollen with the day’s abundance, basked on a low rock whilst still casually chewing on its earlier catch. Some form of insect legs still sticking out of its lazy mouth twitching sporadically.

Behind the concealment and shadows of the heavy leafy green foliage and mottled shrubbery nearby a thin white line appeared as if magically out of nowhere. The pressed row of brilliant sharp pointy teeth quickly grew into a wide sinter grin of excitement.

“GrRppp..”

Suddenly betrayed by his stomach Gahji leapt out of the bushes in an anxious ruffling explosion as he pounced down heavily onto the slow reptile.

No sooner had he caught the creature unaware, he raised it up in his claw like hands and brought it to his still eagerly smiling drool filled mouth. His pointy teeth quickly sunk deep and viscously into its flesh as he bit down into its neck, with a sharp tug and a loud wet ’squelch’ it’s still twitching body was separated from the insect filled head.

Delicious

Gahji proceeded to sit in the sun upon the warm rock and pick the creature dry, save for a few bones he deemed possibly useful as tools or decoration. Those he slid into a small pouch crudely sown into his loincloth. Yes, this was looking to be a good day. With a full belly he picked up his new favourite pointy stick, procured early that morning, and went back to his hiding spot within the nearby dense shrubbery to rest and digest.

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Sure the warriors and hunters had probably returned to the camp by now with the spoils from their hunt. Most likely the juicy meat from some large beast or unlucky traveller was getting placed onto the sacred fire right now. While Gahji loved the meat as much as any other, being smaller and scrawnier than most others of his years and his lack of ‘friends’ meant he often only got the pick of scraps, if he was lucky. Otherwise he was forced to fight the worgs for the left over bones.

No, he did not miss that part at all. He did however, as he fell into slumber, fantasise over the possible shrilling screams that would come should they have brought back a still living humanoid. A rare but delicious religious experience indeed.

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Gahji & Bhatu

Or

9 & 13

Gahji is a bit unlike the others of his tribe. Sure he is a little shorter than average but it’s not that, nor is it the fact that he was birthed in the cold muds of the worg pen and accidentally left there, (these things happen) but it’s because he not only stayed out there for many nights but he also survived.

Despite being viscous predators a worg mother has quite a nurturing side. One good enough to sustain a goblin infant. It was days before Gahji was found and by then him and Bhatu had already formed quite the bond. Because of this connection Gahji spends most his time with the animals and looks up to the worg pack leaders more so than he does some of the tribal warriors who pass off their sheer luck as valiant skill. He is less interested in and driven by the pursuit of fame and honour that comes with being a notorious warrior and is more content on just getting by, playing, exploring and fishing.

Gahji is consider peculiar or dumb by his peers (which greatly hinders his breeding chances) but that’s simply because they don’t understand him. Spending so much time with the animals has left his social skills lacking behind his years. Still, he is a curious thinker and one who is interested in the wider world. He lacks some of the greed associated to his kind but has a temper as strong as any other, with an animalistic malice and thirst for vengeance to top it off.

If worgs are no good I’d be happy to have a wolf or wild dog instead.

Goblins

I’ve got a post ready if you want me to go first?

Goblins

Set the tone and expectations, provide opportunities for interaction and activities. Or is this open sandbox?