Fallenreaper
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That moment you've got too many rp ideas floating in your head, but you don't want to overwhelm yourself? Yeah... I'm right there, suffering in silence.
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Username.....Fallenreaper
Nicknames....Fallen (preferred), Reaper, Devour of lost souls, etc.
Gender..........Female
Sign...............Libra (true to sign surprisingly)
Occupation....Wandering and exploring the caves of my insane mind
Location.........USA (Lost in the Cornfields!)
Status............Stable.
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Advance RP
Create-A-Hero
Accepting: GM/Co-GM Nitemare Shape, Hound55, & Dedonus
Formaroth Part 2: Throne of Lies
Still Accepting: GM TheDuncanMorgan
Casual RP
X-Men: The New Era - Issue II: Avalon Rising
Accepting: GM Almalthia, Co GM Pilatus
Legacy of Heroes: The New Age
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Hider, there's no spoilers...
Pyromania99 said
*reciprocates hug* It's okay, I only have a gist of what they're saying.
I'm glad someone does. Also, demos underway! ^-^
Pyromania99 said
What are you all talking about?
*hugs you since I'm not the only one lost in this conversation....*
The first of the demo's is off and you've all got a chance to reply to it before the next. I had to break it up into at least 2 posts or you all would've been reading a Mount Everest size post... XD
Khan
At Uicle’s comment, the Headmaster’s head raised from his fingers and tilted towards where the armor’s head seemed to look. He mildly chuckled before he spoke. “If she does, I’ll have Rathel interfere or another demon prevent the fight from starting. Even if I have involve myself.
Khan’s hand went for another vial and poured its contents into the goblet brought by Lidda as the teacher reached to place in front of him. In the other hand was her own filled tray, fruit and vegetables mostly, which almost seemed ready to spill over Uicle’s head if she turned too fast. Thankfully, she was very good at multitasking or any other time, Uicle’s head would’ve been a fruit salad. Again, the Vitamancer’s appearance changed, this time a female version of a Faun, her bottom half were elegant goat’s legs and curved horns spiraled around the sides of her now blond, curly hair. “There you go, nice hot Ember fresh from the Scorch Lands courtesy of Lucilia’s connections.”
“Thank you Lidda.”
She waved it off, her body turned and trotted to take her seat. Naturally her small tail jiggled in pleasure when her words spoke otherwise at his thanks. “Geeze, you say it’s like a chore or requirement and it’s not. Relax with the formal stuff, it doesn’t fit you well Khan!”
Khan merely shook his head after her. Slowly he slipped it with caution, his face turned into a slightly less bitter expression then before now that he had experienced it once already. The Ember liquid was hot and warmed his gullet on its way down, settled within his stomach, while his eyes looked over the students mass. Their attention mostly on seeking someone they could rely on within the school and while most adapted well- he noted several promising interactions- there was some that had their difficulties. Being alone among strangers made it hard to adjust. The pain dulled by the combination of medicine and Zaad’s absence, inwardly grateful the demon won’t push his current luck, had caused the Esyire to relax again.
However Khan’s peace seemed far too shortly lived. The flicker of a blade caught his attention when the Half Eysire from earlier had drew her weapon and pressed it to a green Eysire’s throat. The young dragonoid seemed terrified as his hand reached for a coin purse, slowly edged towards her and pleaded her to take instead of his life. Khan’s body tensed. His breath held and fingers wringed his cup for an edgy moment, considering his options and edged to stand. He only stopped when she had released the student, noted how the motley gather crowd had started to pull slightly away. Fear that the half Eysire was crazy. They parted a path when she headed for her seat, then when it seemed her current friend was busy, she had left.
Khan’s eyes watched her departing figure for a moment, his mind debated on either sitting back down or going after her. Out of the corner of his eye, the Headmaster had finally noted Tryael’s arrival. The Fallen Orc seated at the table now officially surveying the new arrivals with idle interest.
It seemed it was about time to start the demonstrations and while he hated not being able to go after the young female, Khan had to consider his higher duties. One of the many pains of being a Headmaster, he couldn’t just do as he pleased anymore... Since Rathel hadn’t arrived, his mind reached for the demon’s and discovered a pleasant surprise. It seemed he already gotten in contact with the student on route during her exit. Which meant it was time to get this started and finish the night on a high note, namely with the highlight of the tonight’s events.
He looked at the teachers, both on his right and left, when he commented. “Well, I’ll get us started into the demonstrations then before the night draws to a close, shall I? “
Without waiting for an answer, the Headmaster’s chair made a loud squeal when he rose to his feet and the waited until the music fell silent. His hand tapped the Rune at his throat to activate it. His voice boomed over the Dining Hall walls enough to allow the rest to amplify it over the student’s chatter.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, future Students of Twilight College,” Khan began as everything fell into silence, his face display his pleasure about what was to come. “Now for the highlight of the Evening: a demonstration of Each Mage Blood from the many masters within the Twilight College and a show of what you will learn within these very walls. However, what you choose to do with that Knowledge you gain within Twilight is a decision only you can make and I only hope it is ones that better the future. It is with my deep regret that our current Hydromancer master, Joseph Windsor, is ill for the current Feast. So the Necromancy and Hydromancy demonstrations will be performed by Uicle this evening. As for Joseph’s students, both new and old, he tells me to inform you he hopes to be walking around and healthy come tomorrow morning for classes. To start off will be the Electromancy teacher Serge Sorrelwood and Pyromancy teacher Xeric Firestone.”
When their names were spoken, the two teachers rose from their seats while Khan once more sat down. It was one male Human and the other was a female Esyire, their figures quietly rose to step in front of the head table. The blond haired man had looked to be between his early thirties and late forties, his appearance rather clean and military kept despite his hair being set on end. His left eye green, the other covered by a leather patch, scanned over for a brief moment over the students. His fellow teacher, Xeric Firestones shortly followed to stand beside him. Her body was long and lithe, her scales an off white against the black formal dress she wore. Her feet bared and tail swished from underneath in her wake, she showed no nervousness when all eyes stared at them.
“For those who don’t know what their Bloods are or unsure what you will learn for them, allow these small displays to enlighten you with just a taste of the possibilities.” When his words died, the man’s hand at his side had started to crackle and spark with an electrical current.
He slowly raised the clawed hand while it charged and gathered strength then released it! A bolt flickered out and onto the Dining Hall’s roof. It boomed upon impact, the sound brief, harsh and deafening, but instead of sparks showing downwards, it stuck up there. Like liquid or a living thing, it seemed to lurk there in wait. The air seemed to be alive with some invisible energy that had surrounded the students. In moments anything metal within the Dining Hall started to float upwards. Objects made from pure metal, like steel blades to the more durable silverware, started to elevate upwards easily while objects like hair and decorative laced with small amounts were easily anchored in place yet still affected. Serge’s eyes had been set upon the place with intense focus easily kept the magnetic field in place until even the heaviest item had rose more then a foot off the ground at least then he snapped his fingers and broke his eye contact. Immediately everything dropped back down suddenly into place. The blades and weapons all seemed land with their points down and thumped into the nearest wooden surface, never once hit a student. Serge then stepped away back to his seat, allowing the next teacher to start.
At Uicle’s comment, the Headmaster’s head raised from his fingers and tilted towards where the armor’s head seemed to look. He mildly chuckled before he spoke. “If she does, I’ll have Rathel interfere or another demon prevent the fight from starting. Even if I have involve myself.
Khan’s hand went for another vial and poured its contents into the goblet brought by Lidda as the teacher reached to place in front of him. In the other hand was her own filled tray, fruit and vegetables mostly, which almost seemed ready to spill over Uicle’s head if she turned too fast. Thankfully, she was very good at multitasking or any other time, Uicle’s head would’ve been a fruit salad. Again, the Vitamancer’s appearance changed, this time a female version of a Faun, her bottom half were elegant goat’s legs and curved horns spiraled around the sides of her now blond, curly hair. “There you go, nice hot Ember fresh from the Scorch Lands courtesy of Lucilia’s connections.”
“Thank you Lidda.”
She waved it off, her body turned and trotted to take her seat. Naturally her small tail jiggled in pleasure when her words spoke otherwise at his thanks. “Geeze, you say it’s like a chore or requirement and it’s not. Relax with the formal stuff, it doesn’t fit you well Khan!”
Khan merely shook his head after her. Slowly he slipped it with caution, his face turned into a slightly less bitter expression then before now that he had experienced it once already. The Ember liquid was hot and warmed his gullet on its way down, settled within his stomach, while his eyes looked over the students mass. Their attention mostly on seeking someone they could rely on within the school and while most adapted well- he noted several promising interactions- there was some that had their difficulties. Being alone among strangers made it hard to adjust. The pain dulled by the combination of medicine and Zaad’s absence, inwardly grateful the demon won’t push his current luck, had caused the Esyire to relax again.
However Khan’s peace seemed far too shortly lived. The flicker of a blade caught his attention when the Half Eysire from earlier had drew her weapon and pressed it to a green Eysire’s throat. The young dragonoid seemed terrified as his hand reached for a coin purse, slowly edged towards her and pleaded her to take instead of his life. Khan’s body tensed. His breath held and fingers wringed his cup for an edgy moment, considering his options and edged to stand. He only stopped when she had released the student, noted how the motley gather crowd had started to pull slightly away. Fear that the half Eysire was crazy. They parted a path when she headed for her seat, then when it seemed her current friend was busy, she had left.
Khan’s eyes watched her departing figure for a moment, his mind debated on either sitting back down or going after her. Out of the corner of his eye, the Headmaster had finally noted Tryael’s arrival. The Fallen Orc seated at the table now officially surveying the new arrivals with idle interest.
It seemed it was about time to start the demonstrations and while he hated not being able to go after the young female, Khan had to consider his higher duties. One of the many pains of being a Headmaster, he couldn’t just do as he pleased anymore... Since Rathel hadn’t arrived, his mind reached for the demon’s and discovered a pleasant surprise. It seemed he already gotten in contact with the student on route during her exit. Which meant it was time to get this started and finish the night on a high note, namely with the highlight of the tonight’s events.
He looked at the teachers, both on his right and left, when he commented. “Well, I’ll get us started into the demonstrations then before the night draws to a close, shall I? “
Without waiting for an answer, the Headmaster’s chair made a loud squeal when he rose to his feet and the waited until the music fell silent. His hand tapped the Rune at his throat to activate it. His voice boomed over the Dining Hall walls enough to allow the rest to amplify it over the student’s chatter.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, future Students of Twilight College,” Khan began as everything fell into silence, his face display his pleasure about what was to come. “Now for the highlight of the Evening: a demonstration of Each Mage Blood from the many masters within the Twilight College and a show of what you will learn within these very walls. However, what you choose to do with that Knowledge you gain within Twilight is a decision only you can make and I only hope it is ones that better the future. It is with my deep regret that our current Hydromancer master, Joseph Windsor, is ill for the current Feast. So the Necromancy and Hydromancy demonstrations will be performed by Uicle this evening. As for Joseph’s students, both new and old, he tells me to inform you he hopes to be walking around and healthy come tomorrow morning for classes. To start off will be the Electromancy teacher Serge Sorrelwood and Pyromancy teacher Xeric Firestone.”
When their names were spoken, the two teachers rose from their seats while Khan once more sat down. It was one male Human and the other was a female Esyire, their figures quietly rose to step in front of the head table. The blond haired man had looked to be between his early thirties and late forties, his appearance rather clean and military kept despite his hair being set on end. His left eye green, the other covered by a leather patch, scanned over for a brief moment over the students. His fellow teacher, Xeric Firestones shortly followed to stand beside him. Her body was long and lithe, her scales an off white against the black formal dress she wore. Her feet bared and tail swished from underneath in her wake, she showed no nervousness when all eyes stared at them.
“For those who don’t know what their Bloods are or unsure what you will learn for them, allow these small displays to enlighten you with just a taste of the possibilities.” When his words died, the man’s hand at his side had started to crackle and spark with an electrical current.
He slowly raised the clawed hand while it charged and gathered strength then released it! A bolt flickered out and onto the Dining Hall’s roof. It boomed upon impact, the sound brief, harsh and deafening, but instead of sparks showing downwards, it stuck up there. Like liquid or a living thing, it seemed to lurk there in wait. The air seemed to be alive with some invisible energy that had surrounded the students. In moments anything metal within the Dining Hall started to float upwards. Objects made from pure metal, like steel blades to the more durable silverware, started to elevate upwards easily while objects like hair and decorative laced with small amounts were easily anchored in place yet still affected. Serge’s eyes had been set upon the place with intense focus easily kept the magnetic field in place until even the heaviest item had rose more then a foot off the ground at least then he snapped his fingers and broke his eye contact. Immediately everything dropped back down suddenly into place. The blades and weapons all seemed land with their points down and thumped into the nearest wooden surface, never once hit a student. Serge then stepped away back to his seat, allowing the next teacher to start.
Alright, I'm getting ready to put up the demo's start in a little bit.
Rathel
Rathel wasn’t afraid for his life when the Half Esyire turned and saw him, though most creatures had a tenancy to attack at first sight. Demons after all weren’t something anyone enjoyed to see stalking them. Not to mention the reputation most had stoked over the centuries and driven into hatred towards their kind in general was enough to merit hate from most creatures, something Rathel had come to expect. Even if she had, he would merely return to the Inferno and be summoned back out again.
That sadly didn’t help most people or demonomancer’s from seeing him as something more than a thing. He pushed the thoughts away when she didn’t seem alarmed, slightly surprised yet it hard to tell with his face. He listened to her acknowledge his question to be true and added the fact she was flustered. Rathel was more concerned about the later then her missing out on the demonstrations, positive she would likely seem more in the months to come. His head turned to her, her eyes seemed to study him and seemed rather confused something. Naturally one of the most asked question had spilled forth. His tentacles seemed wiggle followed by a hollow rattled from his back spines, the amused sound soon died down once Rathel started to answer her.
“Some things are best left a mystery but I believe it’s a mix of Psychomancy and altered sound. I have several different and small holes hidden among my tentacles, each time I speak, air from my lungs blow through them and the outside constrict or shift to make words. Think of it as many little vocal cords in a way. That’s at least what I think. Many other students have different theories ranging from pleasant to rather…morbid, sadly.” His voice took a slightly depressive tone upon noting how few show him. “Alas, some students, demonomancers or not, can’t seem beyond the surface. It’s pity really but comes with the territory of being a demon.”
Finished up his answer to her, he then turned another topic. “Though currently, I believe you ended up worrying my Demonomancer, Khan, with your little display back in the Dining Hall. Namely after you rushed outside and I think he might be concern you won’t return since the magical demonstrations well shortly be underway. ”
Rathel wasn’t afraid for his life when the Half Esyire turned and saw him, though most creatures had a tenancy to attack at first sight. Demons after all weren’t something anyone enjoyed to see stalking them. Not to mention the reputation most had stoked over the centuries and driven into hatred towards their kind in general was enough to merit hate from most creatures, something Rathel had come to expect. Even if she had, he would merely return to the Inferno and be summoned back out again.
That sadly didn’t help most people or demonomancer’s from seeing him as something more than a thing. He pushed the thoughts away when she didn’t seem alarmed, slightly surprised yet it hard to tell with his face. He listened to her acknowledge his question to be true and added the fact she was flustered. Rathel was more concerned about the later then her missing out on the demonstrations, positive she would likely seem more in the months to come. His head turned to her, her eyes seemed to study him and seemed rather confused something. Naturally one of the most asked question had spilled forth. His tentacles seemed wiggle followed by a hollow rattled from his back spines, the amused sound soon died down once Rathel started to answer her.
“Some things are best left a mystery but I believe it’s a mix of Psychomancy and altered sound. I have several different and small holes hidden among my tentacles, each time I speak, air from my lungs blow through them and the outside constrict or shift to make words. Think of it as many little vocal cords in a way. That’s at least what I think. Many other students have different theories ranging from pleasant to rather…morbid, sadly.” His voice took a slightly depressive tone upon noting how few show him. “Alas, some students, demonomancers or not, can’t seem beyond the surface. It’s pity really but comes with the territory of being a demon.”
Finished up his answer to her, he then turned another topic. “Though currently, I believe you ended up worrying my Demonomancer, Khan, with your little display back in the Dining Hall. Namely after you rushed outside and I think he might be concern you won’t return since the magical demonstrations well shortly be underway. ”
Rtron said
I only have Zal left. I can multitask causing panic and posting for a lizard. :P
Says you...
Freeshooter92 said
AHH! LET ME GET SHORT COLLAB DONE! GODDAMN NET! PANIC! AAAAAAAAAHHH!
Calm down Free, easy!!! *pets and hugs, trying to sooth him* Easy... It's alright if you don't get the Collab done, it's simply Khan interrupting everyone anyway and announcing the demos followed by Serge starting us off.
Rtron said
Aren't you supposed to be in the midst of panicking? Hmm?
Don't you have posts to get to? And not helping!
Tzarima said
Yeah, I probably should have put that in parenthesis or something, as a side note since yes, age can dafinately be mistaken and I tend to write with perspective too. I mainly wanted to clarify the race, which can't be mistaken, as soon as possible to avoid further confusion. And I assumed that in this case, it was just a misunderstanding of who the 'young elf' in my post referred to, so I brought up both points. I did not intend to blame De for not guessing right^^And to answer your actual question: I wouldn't actually think Erahja would give the impression of being a young girl myself, but that might not have been clear from my CS. Hard for others to know if I haven't written it. For reference I would say that there is absolutely nothing in her appearance (or behaviour or expression and so on) that suggest that she is younger than she is. But as you said, it would probably be hard for a non-Rakasha to pick up on either way.
No problem, I know I've had case where key PCs of mine had label others as say girl or boy due to the fact that's how my PC sees them because of age difference or choices/ behavior compared to theirs. Some players tend to mistake that as my PC referring to their PC as actually being that young when it's really more deeper then that. It usually ends up tying into PC development that will end up their label girl or boy will some day shift into young lady or man depending on what happens and story development.
Angel though is one if those fun PCs that she can make herself a total fool or do something random which would be OC for most yet for some reason, it fits her rather well. I can't explain why or how but it does.
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