Ezekiel

The Silent Shield: A Wizarding World (HP) Auror Roleplay

The second wizarding war is over, a distant memory in a new generation who lived through it as children. The magical community of the United Kingdom has slowly recovered, going through a period of exponential growth and recovery to account for lost time. One of the areas deemed most critical for recovery is the Ministry of Magic, and specifically, its departments which keep the wizarding world both safe, and hidden. The Auror Office is among them, still recruiting only the best young wizards in their field, the added incentives of recent times, and an active recruitment drive, has resulted in a fine crop of new recruits. Soon, these fresh agents will have to face the challenges of those selected to defend their fellow wizards and witches from the worst the world has to offer.

This is where you come in, a newly trained Auror. The best and brightest of your peers in combating the threats to the Wizarding World, the dark arts, that some many still fear in these days of rebuilding. Drawn in by stories of the war, by a sense of duty, or by something more personal, you find yourself at the beginning of what is hopefully a long and successful career in defending the Ministry and the people it governs. As with many stories, and many paths, it begins with just a routine mission;

Players will take on the role of recently graduated Aurors in the present day, still very much in the aftermath of the Second Wizarding War, canon characters may feature as NPCs, helping to drive the plot, but the roleplay is principally about the player characters, set after the events of the book, but prior to the next generation of Potters/Weasleys etc.

This will be a mature RP set in the Wizarding World, darker, and dealing with arguably more complex themes then the novels. Players should be expected to deal with such adult themes. Overall, we're looking for a medium sized group of people, enough to have close familiar bonds, while still presenting some variety.

IC Rules/Setting Guide

-Original characters only.
-Players are all part of the same 'graduating' class of Auror trainees, and have yet to be involved in their first major case or task.
-Auror training takes three years, and as stated, PCs have just reached the end of that.
-Players can be graduates of any wizarding school from any nation, but everyone is a part of the UK's Ministry of Magic Auror Office.
-While the Second Wizarding War finished decades past, the effects are still present, the Wizarding population is low, if rapidly recovering, and anti-muggle/muggle-born sentiment is frowned upon, openly, at least.

OOC Rules

-The Standard of the RP is generally high-casual. There's no set length specified that I would expect posts to be, but I do expect them to engage well with the scene and/or other players.
-Due to the darker tone of the RP, I'd expect most players to be fairly mature, at the rp comes with a 16+ age rating. That's not a hard rule, but don't expect the tone of the books.
-Character sheets should be posted in the OOC, then when they are accepted, put into the character tab.
-Have fun!

Character Sheet

Name:
Age:
Lineage:
School/house:
Patronus:
Appearance: (Written Description here, a picture should go above the sheet. Feel free to use either/or)
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Personality:
Bio:

RP Chatroom:
https://discord.gg/Z2jmM88

The Silent Shield: A Wizarding World (HP) Auror Roleplay

Good stuff, I'll write up an OOC shortly, have a few people 'behind the scenes' who should be joining us as well.

The Silent Shield: A Wizarding World (HP) Auror Roleplay

'The second wizarding war is over, a distant memory in a new generation who lived through it as children. The magical community of the United Kingdom has slowly recovered, going through a period of exponential growth and recovery to account for lost time. One of the areas deemed most critical for recovery is the Ministry of Magic, and specifically, its departments which keep the wizarding world both safe, and hidden. The Auror Office is among them, still recruiting only the best young wizards in their field, the added incentives of recent times, and an active recruitment drive, has resulted in a fine crop of new recruits. Soon, these fresh agents will have to face the challenges of those selected to defend their fellow wizards and witches from the worst the world has to offer.'

Players will take on the role of recently graduated Aurors in the present day, still very much in the aftermath of the Second Wizarding War, canon characters may feature as NPCs, helping to drive the plot, but the roleplay is principally about the player characters, set after the events of the book, but prior to the next generation of Potters/Weasleys etc.

This will be a mature RP set in the Wizarding World, darker, and dealing with arguably more complex themes then the novels. Players should be expected to deal with such adult themes. Overall, we're looking for a medium sized group of people, enough to have close familiar bonds, while still presenting some variety.

So, any takers?

Co-GM: Zenia

Upon the Sunset Sea; World of Darkness RP

I'm sorry folks, I'm not going to be able to continue this Roleplay, opportunities arise and I need to take them, means I won't be around on here.

Star Trek: Shattered Mirrors

I'm going to have to drop out folks, real life issues I would much rather focus on. Sorry about that.

Star Trek: Shattered Mirrors

Earlier

Adam gazed back at his own reflection, the low light of the bathroom providing a fairly obscured view of his own features as he prepared himself for the day, mentally running over the tasks he had to perform, places he had to be. Everything he would need to achieve in the next twenty four hours of activity, archived away, before he had even left his quarters. He pulled back from the mirror, his whole form coming into view, before a brief shooting pain caused him to grit his teeth, letting out a hiss of air.

His fingers traced over the grim line running from his shoulder, down across his chest, finishing in a jagged line across the left side of his abdominals. As it always did, a direct inspection of the scar brought with it a host of memories. Alarm sirens, smoke, fire and blood. Adam scrambling to push an ensign out of the way of a falling sheet of metal, and not quite making it back out the other side himself. Undocumented in the tragedy of death and despair, the lingering wound could still flair up, seemingly without cause. Nothing but pain, he could work through, always could. With a grunt he turned to get changed. Today was a big day, he had to make sure it was also a good one."

Present

"Avast that, you're all getting fucked, sleeping is cheating."

He had a particular way of shouting that was usually only reserved for those 'in command' of things, it carried above the noise, and was only met in turn by Locklin's retort. Adam chuckled, pausing in his movement to allow the man to find him among the crowd. With the serious business of the day aside, Kerrick was more than slightly looking forwards to absolutely devastating their own barracks before shipping out.

Does he still remember I own him from that horse bet? I'm sure if I round down it only comes to about two drinks...best not mention it Adam frowned as he thought to himself, trying to catch a sight of Locklin through the crowd, before the man eventually 'apparated' from the press of bodies. He clasped his hand to the reverse of his buddy's 'not' thrown over his shoulder, before walking with him, laughing slightly at the comment, before responding with his own.

"I'll tell you this, you bring the whiskey, I'll bring the crayons, we can distract them with the latter, drink the former, and run rings around em all night."

Star Trek: Shattered Mirrors

Few days left for some of you folks to post under the preferred time table. Let me know if you need help!

@Ruby

My first post will also be a collab of sorts with Meri, should be done once her gets back from being awesome.

Upon the Sunset Sea; World of Darkness RP

@Ezekiel

Up for a collab, or at least permission to use chars who might be employees of yours at Sunset?

@TemplarKnight07

You do have permission, but I'm in the mood for a collab :P

PM me.

Upon the Sunset Sea; World of Darkness RP

Someone In The Crowd

To a creature like Alexander Stone, Sunset was a hive of noise, sin and intrigue. A thousand thoughts buzzed in his ear at every moment, it was only practice and endurance that prevented such things from overwhelming him. To hear what he heard at every moment would drive a lesser being mad, although, whether he could truly class himself as not, was another matter. His eyes played about the room, reading auras, those on display, and those hidden away by the rudimentary defences of lesser kindred, as if they were open books. In a moment he could read the history of centuries passing by.

He held up his own hand, all Toreador bled purple, the colour of royalty, into the air. A vibrant blaze awaited him, senatorial purple speckled with black, like a flame dancing across reality. Carefully, he moved his hand across his vision, comparing each and every kindred he spotted to his own. Of course, those around him with the gift of Auspex would see but a pale imitation of his true shade, but even those who had put great effort into concealing their own would have no respite from him. He paused as the subtle motion of his hand drew over the Baroness and her coterie. The flames the danced from them were not to be sniffed at, but his focused pinned on her for a moment. While all Toreador bled purple, it was common knowledge that one could not only read a kindred's history through their aura, but their lineage. Once the flame of Stone and the Hispanic Elder's aura merged in his sight, one could barely tell the difference.

Both hands returned to the phone he had infront of him, reviewing the messages he had sent by title alone;

Gold
Decaprio
Malibu

Ignoring the various lesser kindred and kine that chattered around him, a group of near thin-bloods whom he had attached himself to for the evening, Stone focused his mind. Eva was a challenge, strong as the blood was in her veins, she would not be able to shield herself from him, but she would certainly pick up on the sensation of truly being 'watched.' The Toreador, Ventrue and Lasombra that made up her coterie however, were open books. The three 'higher' clans were close in blood, and by extension, close in blood to Stone. The latter two required a little more work. Stone was native in Toreador, but was fluent in the dialect of other-clan thought. He blinked, and he was looking through the eyes of the harmless seeming Jewish Ventrue, details, details, scrolled past his, no, her, face, as Stone watched. A thousand and one intimate details in half as many seconds. Another blink, and he found himself excitedly throwing his hands in the air. Her hands. How simple it would be to hollow her out and wear her skin as his own. The Lasombra had secrets of his own as well, secrets relating to Stone's new 'friends' in the Sabbat. It was child's play to delve through his mind, redirecting trains of thought away from anything that might point in his direction, not that anyone on this far coast of the world knew who he was.

By the time his sight returned to his own form, they had left, and much of the excitement had gone out of the Lounge. The other elders were soon to leave, whatever menial matters they had arrived to discuss already filed away in the vast complex of Stone's mind, but they were dull, colourless things. Hunting grounds and the like. His eyes, his own eyes, returned to his phone. Seconds had passed, before a list of bank accounts opened up before him. Gazing at numbers, numbers that meant little to the Vampire, for now. In the end, he simply home-screened out of them, the phone returned to his pocket. He stood, speaking a few words, to no one in particular;

"I need a walk, don't wait for me." He doubt they would have anyway, frivolous creatures, these young bloods, without any of the patience for the long game. It was not as if there was much left at Sunset for them now, he doubted they would be far behind him. Taking his leave, Alexander Stone made his way out into the warm LA night. He chose a direction, upwards, into the hills, and began to walk. LA beginning to stretch out before him.

"Finally, a worthy piece of art, childe." He mused. Before long, he was alone upon a bench, leaves rustling around him, as common as the thoughts of the Kindred that still lingered on his mind. His phone removed from a pocket, he dialled a number he recalled from an earlier glance. It rang fives times before an answer, and the voice that left Stone's lips was not, in the slightest, his own, smooth, and female;

"Leonardo? Yes, I know it's late, you have time for me. I want to talk to you about Gold."

Star Trek: Shattered Mirrors

Who's left on the Relations posting?

@Ruby

You!

Tehee