Dealdric

Magic Masquerade- The Magician's Chronicles (WARNING! 18+ ONLY!)(NOT AN ACTUAL MASQUERADE)

@Days

Essentially. You do however get to learn magic as the RP progresses.

Magic Masquerade- The Magician's Chronicles (WARNING! 18+ ONLY!)(NOT AN ACTUAL MASQUERADE)

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Let's say magic and monsters did at one point exist, making most, if not all, myths true. Where did they all go? Did they get destroyed by their own power? Did we hunt them down? Well, then why are there no records of it? Or what if...

...they hid?

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This Rp will take place in London, where your characters have lived for about the last five years. It's up to you if the characters know each other before hand, but none of your characters have prior knowledge of magic, monsters, or the occult. You'll get thrown into it when ya'll go to a unknown bar, The Drunkard's Ledger. That's where our tale will begin. Now who's up for it, eh?

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Please note that in the Character's tab I will put up lore, information as well as Notable NPC's as the story progresses.

*RULES*

• Standard Site rules only apply in certain situations. I'll be paying close attention to it all.
• No god mode. You only have plot armor.
  
  
  
  • No insta-kill
  • No Perfect Solution
  • No quick heal(outside of spells)
  • No killing each-other
• What I say goes here. I am open to suggestions.
• No uncivilized disputes in the OOC.
• While I allow cursing, don't do it excessively.
• Apply in OOC or PM with character sheet.
• Put the second rule in your application so I know you read these.

CS

(Design it how you wish, but keep same topics on it.)
General info:
Name/Nickname: This should be self explanatory.

Age: Keep within the range of 25-36 years.

Gender: BIOLOGICAL PLEASE! It's just strange to put whatever they consider themselves here.

Build: This is their body type. There are two words for each characters build, and I have them labeled below(please know it is not in a particular order, I'm just too lazy to fix it.):
Appearance State

• Anorexic Strongman
• Slim Fit
• Bulky Average
• Large Weak
• Heavy Sickly

Appearance: A non-anime Image and a descriptive 2-3 sentences about average clothes and additions to physiology(Physical Appearance, loosely).

Backstory: Every good character has backstory. What did they do with their lives? Where they from? Do they have living family left? Did they experience trauma?

Personality: Not one sentence. Give the character life! Please include sanity.

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Action characteristics:
Exceptional Qualities: What's the character exceptionally you good at? Diplomatic? Technical? Athletic? Analytical? Etc.

Horrible traits: What makes it easier to bring your character down? Weak willed? Past injury? Low intellect? Etc.

Personal item(it will come in handy later): What's one item that they treasure very dearly? Jewelry, mementos, gifts, heirlooms, etc.

Warhammer 40,000: Indomitable Spirit

What has this turned into?!

Warhammer 40,000: Indomitable Spirit

<Snipped quote by @The Fated Fallen>

I don't care if this entire hive falls in on itself! Now drive me closer so I can hit somebody with my sword!

@Loo Tenant

No Crossing Franchises or Malal is comin' for your Loyalist a**!

Warhammer 40,000: Indomitable Spirit

@Dealdric For some of us that's a way of life!

@The Fated Fallen

Well, that's why auto-correct was invented.

Tales of the Crimson Legion - Galaxy at War

@Arthanus is this still open?

@Jamesyco

Come on down, boy-o! Join the wild and sadistic band of mercenaries with PTSD snipers and crazy robot girls aplenty. Never mind that the giant green abominable snowman was abandoned on a trashy market world.

Warhammer 40,000: Indomitable Spirit

I must've been more tired than I thought for that last post.

There were so many miss-spells and grammar issues.

Warhammer 40,000: Indomitable Spirit

Dirka and Helius were not surprised by the sudden Spike in power requirements. The data spreading through noosepheres was quick and precise. Dirka had heard the intercom-ed threat, and she grinned cruelly. Such fools. To think they can make humanity yield? If the past 40 millennia have proved anything it's that mankind is like roaches; we refuse to die or leave. She immediately saw an alert for one of the automated guns. "Sheix! Helius, take over. I'm headed to the top deck." Helius immediately grabbed her wrist. "You go up there and they'll pop your head clean off!"
Dirka laughed at her coworker. "Ah~! You do care!" She said in a voice dripping with sarcasm. She ripped her arm from his grip, surprising him. "Either I go up there, or our chances of everyone on this train being turned to corpse-starch increases by 7.23%. Which would you prefer?" Before he could protest, she was out the reactor and maintenance shaft. She quickly ran through corridors and jumped up pipes and shafts to the top deck, where many PDF forces along with the spirit's natural defenses held out. She only had her head out of the hatch and a shot wized by her head. She cared not. She pulled out the pistol she grabbed earlier and got her legs out. She sped across the deck to a panel behind one of the flaks, to the left of a PDF laz cannon. She pried it off and went to work, ignoring the weird looks she got by those in cover.
When she finished she opened her comm with pride. "Flaks, working as if they were just made! Reporting back to maintenance." She looked on as more fire was sent towards the heretics. She grinned sadistically. Oh, how her blood was thrilled at the sight of pain being inflicted. One of the downsides of her mutations was a very predatory look on life and death, something so carnal and instinctual that it was pointless to resist. Only her Adept knew though, seeing it as a way to provoke the Inquisition and that wasn't not good for business.
She heard a hiss next to her and looked to see a battered warp-mutated cultist. He hissed angrily at her. "So your the one causing so much trouble? Maybe I should have at your mind to see what's inside?" He reached out only to have his hand pinned to the deck by one of her appendages, which were now very sharp. She pointed the bolt pistol to his head and blew a kiss. "I think not. Bye, and Shertox Berzai" His eyes widened upon hearing the phrase, right before his head bursted like a melon.
A few minutes later she was back in maintenance with gore on her right hand. Helius just looked at her incredulously. "So, are we not going to talk about this? Or are y-" She cut him off by pulling him close and kissing him. She then shoved him away and continued to work. His optics flared. "WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO A MEMBER OF THE MACHINE CULT?!" She looked at him with a coy smirk. "I don't know what your talking about, bolt-brain. It's obvious my poor organic mind cannot comprehend it." Her voice dripped with venom and she giggled shortly after. "Besides, you seemed to enjoy it." Helius, flustered, crossed his arms. "I most certainly did not enjoy you putting your flesh on my face-plate!" He stammered.
"Liar."

In a Devil's Court.

@Khyron Shadowfang

My Hider

Nicknames / Titles / Alias's:

The Weaver of change, the Cross-road Trader, the Masked

Age:

675

Gender:

Female

Height:

5'4"(when not on her spider legs)

Weight:

102 lbs

Build:

Fit yet very thin

Appearance:

Dirka's skin is the same color everywhere, except the small of her back where a small grey bump with four needles protruding from it. The mass is where her four spider legs protrude when she wishes it. She has only four digits on her hands and three on her feet, each digit ending in a razor-sharp claw. Her claws are dull grey, and seem flawless. She normally wears a purple tunic with black designs of spiders that has an opening for her legs, and black pants that are tucked into black, fur-lined boots. She also occarionsally wears a grey Shaw that resembles spider-webs.

Miscellaneous Appearance Notes:

Across her back are several scars, as well as one one her palm and her right collar-bone. She also has a black pendant around her neck.

Personality:

People have called Drika many things over the years; evil, cruel, cold, and psychotic. But in reality, all those people were so far from the truth. Dirka has always hid who she was behind a maniacal and crazed mask of lies. She does this for fear of how people would treat the soft-spoken, kind-hearted, intelligent, wise and honorable woman that doesn't belong where she's at. She believes that survival should be at the front of her mind, not being true to herself.

Specialty:

Dirka prefers not to fight, rather making deals or favors. If that doesn't work, she'd have one of her abominable war-machines do it for her. To say she's harmless however would be stupid. She knows a great many spells and is well trained in the use of a scimitar. Her preferred tactic is to raise up on her spider legs and confuse her target while stabbing and slashing at weaknesses points to kill them as quickly as possible.

Dominating Trait/Sin:

Many have said that the greatest sin was to lie. Dirka, out of fear, does it constantly.

Background:

Dirka was born in Morelion's domain, with her mother and her uncle, Derdge. Her mother was head of the Carteson Guild, a guild for devil merchants and Craftsman sell their wares and assist in business ventures. Many of the members were greedy, except her mother and uncle. Her father had died long before she was born, so she only had them. Her mother was worried about her daughter's good-hearted nature, so she and Derdge taught her how to act as evil and cruel as possible. Dirka originally thought it a game, but when she acted innocent around a lower guild member, he grinned and found a blackmail opportunity. He grabbed Dirka when no one was looking and blackmailed her mother that he'd show her weakness if she didn't step down. In response, his head was removed in front of Dirka by Derdge, who immediately picked her up and warned her: "Crawler, deary...'Member 'dis moment. 'Dat's what happens when ya' don't act like 'da bad guy. So from no on, pretend you ain't you. Don't worre', you ain't in trouble."
After that, Dirka spent as much time around her mother and Derdge as possible. Her mother taught her much about business, and how dark magic always sweetened the deal. While with Derdge, she learned metalwork and how metal could be used for many things other than just weapons. But when ever he could, he would take her to the markets and help her practice being a opportunist in public, but a survivalist in private.
This lasted for about 200 years, before a small border dispute occurred between Morelion and another devil's domain. They being in a town rather close to the border, did not escape it's carnage. Dirka was taken and enslaved by a Noble of the other devil's domain, and she never saw her family for 121 years. While enslaved, Dirka was whipped several times by her master, each time being because she disobeyed. It was the first time she learned to truly hate. One night, when both were alone, he drunkenly ordered her to remove her clothes. She didn't, so he attempted to strike her. Instead, she impaled his arm with one of her spider legs, and he screamed in agony. She quickly ripped out his wind-pipe with her claws, and he went silent, but still held on to life. She tackled him and proceeded to rip him apart, slowly and painful.
When she was done, the room was red. All that remained of her former master was bones, blood, and torn fabric. She looked at her hands in disgust. She quickly wiped herself off and silently left the nobles home. After a few weeks of travel, she got back to her home city. It was rebuilt, but not as Grand as before. She quickly learned that the Carteson Guild moved closer to the capital, but still had a member there. She found this member who turned out to be her uncle. She found him hammering away on a sword, and noticed one of his horns were broken, his once dark hair was gray, and his massive bulk was now dangerously thin. He didn't stop till she greeted him with the sweetest voice he could. He immediately dropped the hammer and looked behind him. "...Crawler?..." He looked at her in awe. He was blind in one eye and the once mottled brown and orange skin was scarred. She immediately hugged him and cried. He simply held her and patted her head.
Once she got resettled, she became Dredge's Clerk and learned her mother had died in the raid. He never had the knack for business her mother had, and she clearly inherited it. After a year of her recovering, she started helping him get back in shape. She and Dredge sparred every day for two years there afterwards, and she maintained his health. He was old, but she got him to where he could do all he could and more. She had in the meantime re-established herself as a member of the Carteson guild, with her Uncle's help. After buying and establishing her own trading company and buying out the leader of the Carteson guild, she gained her mother's spot. She had everything she wanted, till she got an interesting invitation from Morelion himself.
In the audience, Morelion had claimed to have heard her tale and commended her for her prowess and ambition. She pretended to be prideful, but secretly she was filled with thoughts that this wouldn't go well. But he surprised her. He asked her to be an adviser of industry and economy. She was confused and baffled, and she was so stunned by the request that she fainted. When she came to, she blurted out yes, thus intertwining her fate with his.
She immediately regretted it.

Tales of the Crimson Legion - Galaxy at War

@ShiningSector

Hope things get better for ya'.