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7 yrs ago
Current Yes, I'm an oversize child. Deal with it. :P
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8 yrs ago
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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8 yrs ago
RP hunting is like finding the rare toy in the cereal box. Doable, but the time and effort is nearly more than I can bare!
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9 yrs ago
That amazing high when you realized how far you've come in improving your writing. It's impossible to describe, but drowns you in a positive glow.
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9 yrs ago
I love being a terrible person by making my PCs' lives miserable, it's art form that never gets old or boring.
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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
Accepting: GM Jessie Targaryen, Co GMs Alfhedil and Apollosarcher


Nation RP

None

Arena RP

None yet.


Extra Stuff Featuring: Flight Rising.

Most Recent Posts

Uncovering Shadows

Lyn, Hysteria (Djarkel)

Anxiety gathered in Lyn’s chest. The longer she was aware of the crowd, the harder her heart rapidly pattered against her ribs. The pace was similar to how Samson trampled through the forest in a flat out run, his hooves slammed into the ground and pushed onward in terror. Like his relentless pace, she was sure if her heart had been forced to endure this much longer than it would run away from her. Instinctively, Lyn’s hand raised to her chest in a faint hope to sooth it. No such luck sadly, she realized in disappointment.

Her eyes scanned the various attending vampires, noting each face in her notes. Causally, in an attempt not to draw attention to herself, Lyn glided over to one of the tables, moving from Keri, as she glanced upon the feast. She smiled softly to note several were just right for her carnivorous appetite. She felt a few eyes brush her direction and pressure on her ward, then quickly released shortly. Her figure barely reacted to the invasion while shepretended to browse the selection. It was lucky she would only have to do so many times because she had few childhood memories, a fact she knew wouldn’t go unnoticed forever.

Pushing the worry aside, she looked up to spot her quarry. She bit her lip in thoughtfulness as she watched him flutter from one guest to another, his expression active in his interest but quickly moved on. Her figure moved away from the table to slowly follow him when he started toward the balcony. She reached for the handle and pause, her bottom lip sucked in hesitation. Sharply inhaled, Lyn pushed forward through the door. It clicked shut behind her.

Diplomacy at Yarosmere

Mar, Sansar (Yarsomere)

Mar tensed visibly when she noted Yolin linger on Summer. Gradually, her eyes shifted and noted the woman tearing up at the sights, her worry increased when she heard his ignorant words. Mentally she tried to figure how to rein in the woman’s crying as Athalus, came into her mind. He would easily know how to easy this, but Mar hadn’t the faintest idea. Emotional experience was still needed and only slowly gained over time, her own a struggle to contain as it was in the current situation. Frustration building up, Mar’s eyes jerked to examine the scenery instead.

When she felt the touch on her shoulder, Mar’s head jerked with a start then relaxed. Summer’s hand rested on upon it and seemed to attempt to comfort her. Something Athalus would’ve done. Absentmindedly, Mar raised her own hand to rest on top as they walked farther into the city. The moment a shiver passed through Summer, Mar leaned in to whisper quietly. “Easy little one. Keep calm and swallow your fear, if they try to do anything defend yourself. If they try to claim you broke a law, claim ignorance of the land’s laws.”

Retracing her head, she returned to study the city. Individuals, mostly adults, had busied themselves cleaning up the leftover debris from some past conflict. A woman paused long enough to idly chatter as her lips pulled into an overly pleased smile, her arms exposed enough to show how stained they were with blood and grime. The woman seemed to hardly notice while she spied a child rush forward past the growing pile. Something else bothered her as she panned about, trying to seek the source until it suddenly came to her. There was literally no life aside from human within the city. No bird, rodent or even small lizard that even Naga spotted while in the wild. It was strange and unsettling to see the lack of animals in a place where they should’ve thrived. She fought the urge to slip her tongue out and taste the air, determining the last time they filled the streets but resisted.

Gradually they arrived into the market place where a crowd had collected. Mar bitterly heard the man’s revelation about his savior, noting the details might’ve been skewered by his opinion, as she trailed behind the group. The crowds seemed to part and made way for Yolin and his guests, their eyes widened in fright as they recoiled to the sides. Their host, obvious to the reaction, merely spoke praises of his cooks then sat down. His hand gestured them to follow suit as they settled in. Several soup bowls were placed in front of each seat while he continued to address the college students.

As the others questioned Yolin, Mar closed her eyes briefly. Her heat pits near her tear ducts flared then registered the numerous bodies surrounding them at a distance. The guards barely approached as they stood at attention around the collected group, their presence might’ve not even been needed at all. Another strange thing was the fact no one stood within a building's shadow despite the heat beating over head and being near the hottest time of the day. Gently, Mar opened her eyes and nudged with her elbow into Summer (when she finished talking and got her answer) to get her attention. She then pointed toward the fact, not saying a word in order to prevent Yolin taking notice. She hoped the girl was smart enough to notice what she saw clearly without being told.

Nox Alignment Ceremony

@Rtron,@Lucius Cypher, @May, & @Luna

Naughty, Naughty little fledglings


Helena


The once man rushed forward, a gnarled looking undead, as his half rotted face showed the ill signs of inside decay. His jaw was dislocated and hung at an odd angle, still barely able to jerk up and down in a lopsided movement. Arms raised to stretch outward with clawed fingers still attached by their tendons as he lunged. He moved easily for his stiff remains as his teeth snapped oddly together while he moaned hungrily, gradually covering the distance between Helena and himself.

Colette


The blood that splattered on Colette was more gel like and filled with clots, black little dots settled in the congealed red fluid. It gave off a foul, iron smell even for those not sensitive in the nose department. The undead seemed unfazed by the loss of its arm as she lurched forward and tried to once more grapple the vampire. However, she was going off to help Atticus, the neko pinned by two of her fellow undead. They barely knew what happened when they were knocked suddenly into nearest dead tree, the trunk splitted into two and crumbled into the nearest house. It made a loud crack which was followed by the lightning overhead and the storm’s last warning to seek cover.

Annabeth


Several undead dropped before Annabth’s arrows, their shambling corpses heaped into a small growing pile. Sampson snorted and pawed the ground, his nostrils filled with the natural stench of death. His mouth opened to emit a whinny of disapproval as he struggled not to bolt, the psychomancer’s influence helping in that regard. More bodies collected and attracted by the struggles between the threes volunteers and the horse’s panicked screams. While Annabeth was a good shot, but she was limited by firing one arrow per round from her crossbow. With the numbers growing and her focus on Sampson’s growing fear, it was not a surprise she failed to see one shambling out of the nearest building behind her. It’s half decayed face turned to the horse’s rear then lunged. Sampson screamed and reared when red hot pain flared across his flank. The movement was sudden enough to toss Annabeth from her perch and into the dirt while her mount kicked out with his strong hind legs, nearly missing her head, into his attacker. The undead man flew backwards. His ribs cracked and ruptured through his rotten flesh, then crumbled into the nearest wall where his neck snapped loudly.


Tsk, Tsk… Naughty Little Fledglings


The wild mage finally moved. His senses felt the Nox pulse, disrupted by the death of the undead and the teacher’s influence of it His head tilted, seemingly to listen to the numerous vibrations within the unseen then moved to the skies over head. Thick, dangerous looking clouds moved across the skies as flickers of lightning grew with the passing moments. Their sounds cracked loud enough for even the students to hear and seemed to warn them to take cover, a fact Craig had to ignore. Through the two open holes within the crow like mask were two wild, blood shot eyes staring into the air. Nothing dare approach him. His aura made sure of that and blared out in a sickly, dangerous way that warned off all civilizations within the town.

staring through with a crow like mask at the scenery. Nothing approached him, his aura blaring out a sickly dangerous energy, as he lifted the strange lantern up to his face. His other hand reached upward then unlatched the glass door. The light twisted and blackened into a dark green one, his lips curved into a wicked grin. “Tsk, tsk. Naughty, naughty little fledglings. You should’ve left the little Nox students to me. Now… you’ll suffer the same fate within the Nox.”

Colette, Helena, Annabeth & Athalus


As the last of the undead were slowly getting out of hand, a strange and fearful sensation wrapped about the hearts of all those within Craigville. The Noxomancer teacher stiffened in confusion as he tried to locate the source. His hands were raised, each Nox student now in possession of a Nox rune made by Val, and a thin black energy warped and shimmered from his fingers to it. Feeding it with power, he twitched when the sensation washed over him. Sweat beaded from his white brow causing him to grit his teeth, fighting the power trying to overwhelm his link to this world.

Underneath each person’s feet, their shadows jerked and animated into life. Screams of students erupted when a few less focused individuals looked down and spied the strange beast lurking in their shadows. They jerked upright and stepped out of the circle, their feet gripped by a vice strength then sank into their shadows. Their limbs tossed about to detached the being only to be gone a few moments later. The volunteers were not expected from this fate. All four of their shadows came to life and snapped up their hands, seizing their owner’s figure where they started to drag them into the Nox. Despite their struggle, there would be no escaping from its icy cold grip as the world suddenly went black.

Within the Nox…


The Nox was a strange place, a twisted mirror world of sorts and often reflected the true nature of things on the surface. It was here numerous strange and unique beasts lurked in an endless struggle. Their forms governed not by evolution or past events, but by the very nature of the Nox. Athalus (who was ghostly and glowing), Helena, and Colette would soon find themselves in the middle of an alleyway, the walls made from black stone, stretching before and behind them. The one ahead bent off into the right and seemed to disappear, their vision no longer able to tell where it lead thanks to the limited light Athalus gave off.

Surprisingly… Annabeth was nowhere to be seen. Unknown to the group, she had emerged in the Nox several feet behind them. From her position, she could easily see Athalus’ light and could easily make it there when she woke. However, her horse was nowhere to be seen. He either was never sucked down into the Nox or was somewhere else, the latter a much more worrisome thought because if left alone too long he would become a Nitemare.

Now, anyone that researched the Nox would know the reason Athalus literally glowed and look as he did was because the Nox had given him a role: that of a guides. Guides were those individuals that led others, fighters that could influence the Nox more directly, to the very core of the maze they were now trapped within. They unable to affect or be affected by the wildlife-through they couldn’t pass through walls or open doors- within the hostile but they also could easily become trapped since they couldn’t influence the Nox itself.

Currently their figures laid out not far from each other and aching with pain they were unfamiliar with, their shapes unmoving. Athalus would be the first to wake as in the background, howls of wild beasts followed by shrieks of dying students erupted around the darkness. However, the direction was impossible to tell. Something click in the shadow nearest them, likely catching the man’s attention when it skittered forward toward Helena, the nearest of the trio.

Slowly a deformed, grey mottled creature crept out of the shadows into view. It looked like a cross between a human and some sort of insectoid, stopping short over Colette. It’s delicate little hands touched and propped, a sticky fluid emitted from the palms then started to coat her surface. It hardened and held her fast, her vampiric strength even finding it difficult to struggle out. Not wasting time, it started to drag the vampire back toward the darkness. By this time… the others should be waking up.



@The Dow Dragon, @NarcissisticPotato, @DrunkasaurusRex, @Boomlover, @SushiJaguar. @AdamantiumWolf:

Those either not the on the Discord chat or been heard from recently, Over HERE and sound off! If you're still interested that is. For those who aren't sure what faction to do, I suggest going with a faction with low number. Currently these are the most recent numbers over all, if any are incorrect please inform the GMs and I'll fix it.

Sith: 12
Jedi Prisoners: 9
Jedi Rescuer: 3
Strike Team: 4

<Snipped quote by Fallenreaper>

Alright, to answer your first question, me and Tricks are making a collab that should -hopefully- detail the escape of the infiltration team from the smuggler's compound. Currently we, meaning Dex and Khosin, are sabotaging the generator of the compound to make the escape somewhat easier.

As for the second question, apart from the AA gun issue, I have no idea. I know that Tricks had Dex hack into the comms network of the smugglers, also infecting the data network with a program that'd destroy it, and that -like I said earlier- the generator is being sabotaged. A few of the smugglers have been sent to the other side of the compound, believing that Khosin si there, so that should help those of the infiltration team move more easily (or hinder them if they had the back luck to be near there). As for the third question I have no idea once again, sorry :/

Hope this helps somewhat nonetheless.


It's alright.

Vellios, Iosif and Tanya are using the shuttle to get Haze, and Serena last I knew. Haze and Serena ran into bit trouble in an all out gun fire event.
To give folks an update I've been hsving a little trouble adding Iosif's stuff to the collab as the titan pad thing has been playing up a ton. Head's been a mess but I am still with things, I honestly feel like a tit for missing the AA but I think we could salvage it by still using what we have, just delaying its usage until someone knocks out the AA.


I suggest talking about what we need to do and how we should do it honestly. Then we can sort the Collab afterwards.

So first question:

What is happening with everyone at the present moment?
What needs to be done?
What order?
Gm reporting!



Non-Player Characters



@boomlover

Yes, we currently are in more need for Strike/rescuers and Prisoner Jedi as Sith are pretty much full.
Predictions



Location: St. Thomas’ Cemetery, several blocks out of ChinaTown within Lost Haven
Time: Around Nightfall (just past sunset)



Rach walked across the manicured lawns within the cemetery. Her steps were quiet and respectful among the dead resting under the dirt, her eyes searching for Joseph Mathers’ grave. Part of her instinct always hated the dead because it made her question how many lives her bastard father had ended, her personal issues refused to find any answers and felt it was better left that way. A bright, peach rose was held in her gloved hand for an offering since she could never repay the debt he paid in his attempt to aid her rescue. According to the woman she bought it from, it meant gratitude and seemed fitting toward his sacrifice. Even if she hated the fact it costed him his life.

She was dressed in her Nemesis outfit, her dark color blending well in the growing shadows, before finally coming to rest at a headstone. It was a bit rustic in nature. Rach’s eyes traced along the few scattered chipping here and there over the edge, then the corners and sides holding knotting vine work that wove across the surface in a elegant design. She reached out to touch the front where the main attention attracting image laid: an imp’s head with a thorned crown encircling it stood. Surprisingly, she thought, nothing over grew or marred the menacing carving within the stone. Like the gardener took special care not to all time itself to marr the craftsman’s work.

Racheli sighed then crouched down, gently setting the rose upon the base of the tombstone. She felt bitter and hollow inside, knowing deep down he died because of her and she could never repay that debt. It was the price people usually paid when they got involved with her. Her feet brought her back upright just when a shiver slide down her spine.

Upon a far wall separating the cemetery from the outside world, the sacred circle that marked this place as hallowed ground, the same infernal symbol appeared, ashen scribed by crimson light. There it stood, the arcane door that called one back to an era of myth and magic, that lead to another world. From beyond the veil of reality he came, Puck, the meddlesome imp whose touch had been felt across Lost Haven for decades, especially as of late. He came like an omen of death, dressed all in black save his red tie, black antlers protruding from his head complementing his handsome, angular features. He glided across the ground, closing the distance between himself and Racheli, hands folded behind his back.

”Come to pay your respects?” he spoke in an eerie, seductive voice with an accent one couldn’t quite place.

Rach paused.

Her mask had been replaced after she rose from near the grave, her vision observing the being before her. Puck was almost human despite the fact he sported horns and more demonic qualities to him which caused her to pause in her step. Her stare lingered there for several moments. Either digesting the fact or debating on she react, something even she was having a hard time determining herself. Her instincts were rattling at his attire which seemed more suitable for a funeral rather than a mere visit to a grave. She narrowed her tighter, her body turned to face the thing and stared a moment longer. Racheli finally began to speak, her mentality tapping into her metal upon her body should the conversation go south. “I didn’t get a chance to stop him, so I might as well leave my gratitude. It felt right.”

”A lovely gesture, even more so were he actually buried here. The ashes, bones, and entrails of dead witches are a hot commodity in my world, and so rare these days. I thought it best not to tempt any of his enemies or rivals by having his corpse so obviously displayed.” Puck spoke with an even tone, making him seem indifferent, but in fact he was just as remorseful as Racheli. Joseph was one of the few humans Puck had chosen to love. He was Joseph’s mentor, guardian, and friend. He wouldn’t allow his name to be furthered smeared by the desecration of his grave.

“Considerate, aren’t you?” Rach asked, her tone tainted with slight sarcasm. She inhaled and tried to clear her emotions, thankful that her virus was mysteriously quiet for the moment. “I take it you knew him?”

Puck nodded. ”Joseph Mathers and I were well acquainted. He’s been under my care since 1698. He was a valued employee of mine . . . and a valued friend.” Puck’s voice didn’t waver, but his eyes, his red, serpentine eyes, betrayed his steady tone. They reflected his hurt, anger, and remorse.

Puck stood silent for a brief moment, looking at the grave longingly before returning his gaze to Racheli.

”Where are my manners? I am Robin Goodfellow, Puck to my friends.” he bowed as he introduced himself, a highly formal salutation, but one he preferred.

Rach didn’t say anything at first. Nothing she could come up or say would’ve benefitted the demon’s pain, a fact she knew all too well having lost her Aunt several months back. Her fist tightened with frustration at her helplessness and continued to bit her lip until he finally introduced himself, her expression showed her curiosity at his name then flickered away. “My friend gave me the nick Nemesis, but my real name doesn’t really matter much anymore.”

Puck chuckled. ”You Lost Haven folk and your aliases. But I can respect not wanting to give your name. It is an old practice, the use of aliases and nicknames. Keeps one protected from beings who could use your name against you or bind you with it. All words carry power, but names have a special magic about them.” Puck rambled on. Racheli was an interesting girl. Despite her role in Joseph’s death, he knew that she was troubled. If Joseph would go through all the trouble to save her, even if for selfish reasons, Puck would remain civil.

“I never put much thought into it honestly, but I do know one thing: It’s safer if I don’t tell anyone my name. For them and myself. So if you were a friend, why didn’t stop him?” Racheli knew the words would refresh bitter feelings, but the desire to understand gnawed at her. Maybe it was because she still held guilt over what happened and the worst part, she was too weak to stop it. She was ferociously independent and it reflected in most everything she did because at some point, everyone would always leave when they discovered how twisted she was inside. It was fact she knew deep inside would never stop happening.

Puck shifted slightly as he thought. ”I have asked myself the same question many times, but I know the answer. It is in my nature to meddle in the affairs of mortal; this has been my favorite pastime for over a thousand years. But it is also in my nature to watch, to see what mortals do with the gifts they are given. I never gave Joseph power, I merely exploited it. However, the two of us became close and I did help him in the past. He was obsessed with fame, always wanting his name to be remembered, always wanting to be known as a great and terrible witch. I did what I could for him, but I knew that it wasn’t meant to be. Even in the end, I foresaw failure. So why did I allow him to risk his life for a stranger you ask?”

Puck gave it a moment before responding. ”In truth . . . to see what would happen.”

Racheli found herself accepting this truth through for different reasons. Even if Puck tried his damn hardest to alter Joseph’s view, it wouldn’t have been enough and the man would’ve found some other way to get himself killed. Likely in a worse way, through she didn’t know the details about what happened in the Ironworks.

“Either way, it likely wouldn’t have made a difference I suppose. We… I mean, humans,” Rach corrected herself, realizing with a hint of depression in her voice she was no longer one,“can be a stupid breed after all. We...they don’t know when to quit but maybe that’s a strength as well. It’s hard to tell sometimes when you’re dealing with the aftermath.”

Puck gave a wicked grin. ”How right you are,” he said, turning his back to Racheli and walking slowly back to the mystic door. He called back to her as he walked.

”But in the end, we all succumb to our nature. Human or not, it is a fate we cannot escape. But therein lies a choice . . . will we accept the monster we are to become and live at peace with it, become empowered by it; or will we fight the corruption to the bitter end and become consumed by it?”

Puck reached the door to The Red Devil and turned back to Racheli, still sporting that famous grin.

”Which will you do, I wonder? It has been a pleasure . . . ‘Nemesis’.” The door to The Red Devil shut slowly behind him, fading into the wall until there was nothing but the coarse stone. The ethereal glow of Puck’s presence faded as well, bathing the cemetery in darkness once more save the light of the moon and distant street lamps.

*bumps just for giggles* Though I'm curious if someone looked at this and thought we were no longer accepting, a fact that's rather false really. At least, last I knew. XD
@Abandonedintel Wait what? Where are you going?

I have made a post, on the last page...late as usual, but better late than never!


Intel is having issues with the rp's pace, lack of linear plotline and over all chaos. He feels that a sandbox rp might not be the right environment for him and instead of being miserable and sticking through it, he decided to move on. However he will be contactable via chatroom when you mention him. As I've learned in my experience, some types of RPs aren't always suitable for some players and I believe this is the case with Intel, which my motto is this: if you're not having fun, it's best to exit the rp and move on than make yourself, and likely others, miserable by trying to stay around. Especially if it's to prevent letting them down because in the end, you're only hurting yourself the most and not even your friends would want that.
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