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    1. Emuxe 12 yrs ago

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3 yrs ago
Current go sportsball
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3 yrs ago
We all read that, right? I'm not tripping absolute balls?
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3 yrs ago
Are your eyes the city of Vivec? Because I am lost as fuck in them.
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3 yrs ago
Rerorerorerorerorero
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3 yrs ago
It was me. I was that toddler.
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Bio

Global Location: United States

Timezone: GMT-5

Roleplay Style: I write mid-casual, though sometimes I tend to lurk in Free roleplays when I'm feeling lazy. I only roleplay females, and I refuse to play canon characters. I enjoy both fandom and original stories, and I am A-OK to play mature settings and themes. However, I prefer to use fade-to-black when it comes to sexual situations, as driven out sex scenes are just long and awkward to write.

Roleplay Status:
I am not currently hosting any group roleplays.
I am currently a player in two group roleplays.
I am always willing for 1x1 roleplays! So feel free to pop me a message to organise a RP (after, of course, reading my 1x1 Masterpost)!

Current Roleplays:
Judged For Mercy - Dr. Francine M Curtis (player)
Age of Darkness: Despair of the Golden Goddess - Arume "Aru" Roakoa (player)

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The Torn Realms of Terra have forever been fractured lands, whether in outright war or on rarer occasions, tense and mistrustful ceasefires. The people and places of these lands ravaged by an endless struggle, the only struggle. Light against Dark, Nephilim against Revenant.

The Chaos of Alithe and Raziel's Order sparked the creation of the world: Alithe created the land, that at the time resembled a wild mess of what the religious would call "Hell," and Raziel's order tamed the land and created the races, born to uphold the peace. However, this displeased Alithe, who now challenges Raziel for control of the land so she can return it to it's "proper" image.

Since memory began Raziel has created order out of the chaos of the realms, forging iron-bound law to land and creature alike, lighting the blinding fires of civilisation. His children held up the beacon, and enforced the laws upon all neutral races against the darkness of Alithe, the shadowed one and her monstrous children. It had always been this way, Raziel against Alithe and those born otherwise stuck in between.










The Overseers

Two ancient beings, the embodiment of Law and Chaos, Raziel and Alithe, destined to be at war until the end of time itself. There will be no victor, as one cannot exist without the other...

They oversee life and death, bestow and revoke power, create and destroy...





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Olivia awkwardly made air quotations, which was incredibly hard when you only had around 5% movement in one of your hands. "Yeah, only a 'certain degree'; I'd love to see what Wrath does with full control," she said sarcastically, her irritation dripping from her words. Of course, this didn't seem to please Wrath all too much; without a word, he took control of Olivia's right arm - the good one - and forced her to grip her own hair and slam her head against the top of the chair that she leaned against before again releasing her. "Jesus!" she wailed, rubbing the fast-forming egg on her forehead. Now that was just mean.

Olivia was relieved when Nathan silently offered to fill her glass - after the past few weeks, Olivia could really use a drink. She passed her glass over to Nathan with a quiet "thank you," before finally sitting down, exhausted. She sounded more like an exhausted middle-aged mother with a wine addiction than a single woman in her early 20s.

Olivia had to raise a brow at the younger girl, who seemed a little... touchy. It was unfortunate that someone who looked as young as her suffered the same fate as the much older possessed around her. Olivia refrained from saying anything further, though, choosing to instead just focus on other, more important things. Good, you're finally leaning to shut up, Wrath internally mocked.
I'm good, but I'll quickly throw in a post before you do. c:
Sophia Devin





Basic Information


Full Name: Sophia Devin
Age: 18
Birth Date: 26/07
Race: Humani
Alignment: Neutral


Appearance

Hair Colour: Blonde
Eye Colour: Blue
Face Shape: Oval
Skin Tone: Fair
Height: 5'5"/167cm
Weight: 60kg / 132lbs
Body Type: Slender
Natural Markings: Birthmark of what appears the Revenant crest on inner left thigh.
Scar(s): Nil
Tattoo(s): Nil


Personality

3 Words: Curious, friendly, polite
Like(s): Blueberries, centaurs
Dislike(s): Bugs, fire elementals, lycans, drunkards

Favourite...

Colour(s): White, blue
Time of Day: Midday
Food: Mutton steak. Bleu.
Animal: Lamb
Place in Terra: The Lake


Skills and Attributes

Skills

Special Ablilty:
Animal Magnet: Sophia has a strange affinity with animals for a humani, and can seemingly communicate with them. This is rather useful for herding.
Good at...: Herding animals.
Bad at...: Cooking. Her cooking could more than likely kill a man.
Traits

Good Habit(s):Always being on time
Bad Habit(s): Nail biting, fidgeting, impatience


History

The Past

No-one quite knows where Sophia came from, for she just appeared one day out of nowhere. A young child that could have been no older than five had suddenly appeared out in the middle of the forest; it was strange for a humani child to even be outside of Wellborough, let alone simply appearing deep within a the Terran forests. Sophia hasn't offered a single explanation, feigning amnesia simply so she wouldn't have to delve into her mysterious past.

The girl never settled anywhere, simply coming and going as she so pleased; sometimes she would disappear for days at a time and then return as if nothing had happened. Sometimes she slept in the homes of generous citizens, no matter what settlement it was; before she was even twelve, Sophia was labelled as a world traveller, although it didn't grant much more than a fancy title and some awe and respect.

As soon as she was old enough to pick up a tool, Sophia volunteered herself to work as a farmhand for the farming region on the outskirts of Wellborough. Of course, she wasn't paid much, but she was offered food and shelter when she so desired.

The Present

Many years later, Sophia still works as a farmhand, bouncing from farm to farm each day: It seemed that Sophia simply worked whenever she wanted, but no-one seems to mind, for when she actually did work, she always went above and beyond with her duties: She has become the master of herding, and is more often than not the first thought of when such a task needed to be completed. Some days however, Sophia simply prefers to laze about or wander about Terra and it's towns, simply re-exploring her surroundings.

It isn't known where Sophia lives, for she just... disappears at night without a trace: Not even the greatest trackers could find where she'd run off to, if they had even bothered to try in the first place. There are rumors to where she goes, each more far-fetched than the last: Some think she lives in a tree in the forest, some think she lives in a cave somewhere, and some even believe that she's just a spirit that can't be seen at night. Of course Sophia will brush off any theories, again refusing to disclose her residence, claiming for it to be out of privacy concerns.



DreadLock couldn't help but smirk at Guardian's down-to-earth attitude about their jobs, even going so far as letting someone else take the final blow. "How chivalrous," she teased, her amusement glued to her words.

Listening intently to Guardian's plan, DreadLock only raised a brow when she was addressed. Just hold him in place long enough? That sounded simple enough. She simply nodded once in reply before floating off in the direction of the alien, placing herself about 50 feet above the still trapped alien. Making her wings as small as possible in order to give herself as much hair as she possibly could, DreadLock sent all of her hair down in one large tendril.

Cutting through the smoke from the bombs, DreadLock wrapped her gigantic lock of hair about the alien's body, wrapping about the creature twice for more strength. 7 lances formed out of the outside of the ring about the alien's torso, and shot out into 7 different directions and in turn attached to and wrapped themselves around the nearest immovable objects: If the alien were to try and move one way, the other spikes would drag him back and force him to stay in place, and if it tried to leap, DreadLock would easily be able to push him back down to the ground - the duck was trapped.

Just as she'd finished trapping the creature, she had come to a realisation: Whatever energy that was transferred to the alien would in turn be transferred to her through her hair. DreadLock winced, preparing herself for the pain that was about to come: This is gonna hurt...
Okay, I'll get in there!
@FallenTrinity@Kyrisse

UPDATE
Torn Realms is officially complete and ready for players!
Guardian has a great plan. I like this plan.
Yeah you post first. I need to do a combo-post, but the alien hasn't really done anything lmao.




Olivia raised a brow at the main who spoke as if he were a corny fairytale prince; she wondered if his compliments were mere flattery or were actually sincere, but it was nice to at least be spoken to. She turned when he extended her hand toward her, silently asking for hers in return as he introduced himself as Nathan Simfel. At least he's a gentleman, she thought internally as she hesitantly placed her hand in his palm, surprised when he actually lifted it to kiss it. He really was out of a fairytale.

"I-it's nice to meet you too," she stammered, hastily retreating her hand, "my name's Olivia." She had to shake her own hand, not in a rude way as it would appear, but upon touching his hand, it felt like her palm was on fire. Olivia rubbed her fingertips over her palm, appearing as if she were trying to massage out the sudden pain in her hand.

WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO BE RID OF ME?! the booming voice of Wrath suddenly engulfed her head, feeling her entire body with pain. Olivia physically grimaced, gritting her teeth hard in an attempt to muffle her sounds of agony. She nearly didn't notice the castle's large gates open, nor the new stranger who apparently could only speak with the assistance of technology.

Olivia followed after the small group, lagging behind due to the sheer fact that it felt like she was walking across molten glass. Wrath wasn't one to go down easily, and everything had to be done his way; Olivia was honestly surprised that he didn't just take over her body and walk her home, though she supposed that he thought that torturing her was a hell of a lot more fun.

Eventually, she reached the great room, but now wasn't the time to take in the extravagant sights. Olivia didn't sit down, but simply clutched onto the back of an empty chair, looking as if she'd just run a marathon in flip flops. "Wait," Olivia panted out, "you mean we have to help them?" She nearly sounded disgusted by the fact, but at least it seemed to calm Wrath down.

Wrath released her body, all of the pain washing away like a waterfall. Olivia almost collapsed from the relief, had she not been holding herself up. "Why would we want to help them?! Look at what they're doing to us!" she demanded, beckoning with her broken hand to the other girl in the room who was seemingly being abused by her own demon. At least Olivia wasn't the only one being beaten up by someone that doesn't even have a body...
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