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29 days ago
Current So... Is it bad that can't tell the gender of most if the people here. I am guessing the site is 75% female xD
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3 mos ago
When you want to do a Fight RP but youare looking for someone to play a Street Fighter character and be literate... Why must I ask for so much!!!
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4 mos ago
*Gasps*... Robbie Rotten!
4 mos ago
@Hawkins is it bad that while I was reading your status I sung it to the tune of Country Roads?
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4 mos ago
Ironically, if the US did let Cali go, the US would go bankrupt so quickly. It would be funny to watch as a whole state becomes more wealthy and more successful than the 49 states it left behind.
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Defo agree with loving Hayley. So I am in too. Going to look to make a Male based around Japanese culture. Something like a Crown Prince.

Should get a character up by Friday :)




Location: Apollo Cafe
Interactions: @Plank Sinatra
Mentions: @Plank Sinatra @Crimson Flame



So here Ito was, taking slow and steady sips from his large coffee cup, taking that moment to enjoy the sensation of the hot liquid going down his throat. He had missed the way the coffee from this place tasted. There was something about it that made it quite spectacular compared to the coffee back home. Nothing even came close to the combination of flavours and aromas that he got here. If he could, he would just live in the cafe forever. Ito had always found it quite hilarious and somewhat uncanny at how he was able to just blend into the background of the world and have no one notice him. For his job as a messenger it was an extremely handy talent to have. Plus it allowed him to spy on people at the same time. At the same time it was also rather isolating at times. The lack of interaction made it quite difficult to make friends at times. Sometimes it was blessing, but other times it felt like a true curse. Here he was after all, sitting in a cafe full of people and no one acknowledges your existence. Still. Ito was used to it.

And it wasn't like his time was wasted. He had observed the goings on in the cafe, and all the emotions that were running high. He watched as Dallas threw his pastry at Beau; for reasons unknown. Ito couldn’t help but notice Beau, who was looking mighty fine as per usual. There were very few people who Ito would consider changing his sexual orientation for, but Beau was definitely one of them. Oh the things he would do with him… Ito placed his coffee on the table as he began to stare at Beau, losing his mind as his eyes continued to observe the males movements.

Shaking his head he moved his focus away from Beau. He knew how dangerous it was to stare at and then consequently begin to crush on Beau. He had gone through a similar phase last year and while he was fairly sure Beau hadn’t noticed his crushing last year, A few others had noticed though, and Ito knew the value of the information. He was half expecting someone to blackmail him into getting something done. But last year he was fairly safe

Ito began to wonder what had wound Dallas up so much. There had to be something big to get him worked up this much. He knew Dallas had a bit of a short temper at times, and could always be on the flair of the dramatic. But this was extreme even for him. Ito couldn’t tell if he was playing, or if there really was some kind of unbridled rage there. Still, it was enough to cause him to throw a pastry at the stunning Beau. After a few moments Ito began to realise that he was starting to stare at Dallas. Ito shifted his eyes and picked up his coffee cup, taking a sip before placing it back down and pulling out his phone.
He flicked through his contacts, noticing that while had practically the entire campus on his contact list, the number of conversations that he had was significantly lower. Flicking through his convos he finally picked someone to message. He decided to message Dana.

DANA
”Hey Dana, Got onto campus this morning. Had to get my coffee. What you doing later? Fancy getting your face remodelled at the gym? xD


He placed his phone down with a smirk. He loved calling out Dana and winding her up. Even if he rarely was able to get the upper hand on the daughter of war, and most matches ended up with at least one bruise in the morning. Taking another sip of his coffee he casually ran his finger around the rim of his cup, waiting to see what would happen next.




Location: Dorm Then Apollo Cafe
Interactions: Anyone who notices him



Ito would have joined the party sooner, if he didn’t arrive to the campus late. Thankfully he wouldn’t get a slap around the back of the head as he was afterall on Campus business. Being a messenger had its benefits, like being able to arrive late, and perhaps skipping the annoying first day festivities. He had been here long enough to know that everyone always went off the rails on the first night and that the true ‘first’ day didn’t start til the day after.

Lazing around on the bed Ito had to convince himself to get up, this was too early in the morning for someone who didn’t get into bed until three in the morning. Like it or not he did have things to do today. Rising out of bed he began to get dressed, putting on a black and grey jumper and black jeans. He couldn’t be arsed to walk to the bathroom so he simply closed his eyes, felt a small rush of magical energy rush past his hair and opened his eyes again. And there he was, in the bathroom in front of the sink, toothbrush in his hand.

He carried on the routine, teeth brushed, teleport to the kitchen to make food and then teleport to the sink when he was done. Walking was for chumps afterall. He could teleport where he wanted as well as go between every dimension imaginable without limits. Sure he didn’t have super muscles, or was a child of war, but he made do. With his morning routine now done, he took a moment to look around the dorm. It was clearly made for two but so far no one was in the second bedroom. Maybe someone would appear soon enough. If not he could always turn the spare room into a workshop or something like that.

Now that he was ready to face the outside world, Ito needed a pick me up. There was no coffee in the dorm so it seemed like he had to go get some. No bother, it would take only a minute. Closing his eyes once more he would disappear and reappear right at the front of the queue at the Apollo Cafe. Queues were for losers after all. He was fairly sure he could hear some mumbles of annoyance from behind, but he didn’t care.

He quickly placed his order; a Caramel Latte Macchiato with extra cream and chocolate sprinkles in the largest possible coffee container possible. It was his first day. He could splash out. Once he received his drink he was getting ready to go home when he noticed the number of people hanging around. He noticed alot of them from the previous year, but no one stuck out as a person he would hang around with. He had a very mutual relationship with people around here, sometimes he helped them and other times he hindered them. Other times it was for business other times it was for his own amusement. It couldn’t hurt to hang around a bit on the sides, observer and see if he could garnish any useful information. Picking up his drink he took a seat at a table or two away form the groups of people gathering, taking a moment to focus on his drink and enjoy the taste before he began survilaling the scene. It was only his first day and detective Ito was out to play.
Well, On recommendation of @HaleyTheRandom I have decided to join up to get back into the swing of things. Please find enclosed my character submission :)


I've been jumping about the map the past few weeks and I forgot to back up my work so I could complete it on the go. Finishing up now!
So sorry guys!


It's fine. A lot of people in the RP have been faced with personal issues the past month or so, so the speed has dropped down, just glad to have ya back. Post when you can and we can move on from there.
Hey everyone just checking to see how you are all getting on, I know it all of you are in the discord. If you are getting stuck and need help, please feel free to drop us a PM :)
Okay so seeing as this is open, I think I might be interested in writing up a character for this, even though it's a lot larger population than my usual.
But I'm kinda new to the actual community here on RPG so I do have a couple questions
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I have absolutely no idea what a faceclaim is and I'm not sure I'm getting any actual idea of it from trying to just search the term on the forum.
Also I'm really unaccustomed to the whole idea of just using an image for a character, instead of a written appearance. After the first several look arounds though I'm starting to very quickly realize that they are by far the norm here in most threads I've looked into, but I have no idea what the right way to go about getting a pic like that is or where to even begin searching for something. I would love if someone could point me in the right direction regarding that.


Welcome to the thread and welcome to the community! A faceclaim is just a fancy way of saying that I use pictures of person x to represent character y. If ypy feel more comfortable writing out a apperance rather than using a picture then go ahead! Nothing wrong with that at all. Some people prefer pictires, others prefer words.
@HaleyTheRandom May I create a Guild character and reserve that Dark character for later use if it becomes available ?


I will have to read the sheet in more detail, but DS slots won't be open for a good while, So for now i would focus on creating a Guild character
After Ty and Jaz left, Aloysius stayed in his office for a good hour. He had no idea what to do right now. Ty was pissed at him, and despite Aloysius's devil may care, I am superior attitude, Ty was the only one he cared about when it came to what he thought of Aloysius. He had contemplated texting him, or doing something to convey how he felt, but the closing words of the conversation previously had rooted his hands away from his phone.

In reality, Aloysius didn't know what to do next. The attack was mostly out of revenge after discovering the evidence that led Al to conclude that Lana was dead. It wasn't part of some master plan like he made out to Ty and Jaz. He knew Salem was pissed right now, and that she would be looking for any excuse for revenge. The Dark Shadow HQ was possibly the only safe place right now. Well, as about as safe as could be; Salem had broken the door down once before.

Standing up he walked over to the office window overlooking the main atrium. There he saw his followers gathering around and eating pizza, acting like a family. His eyes scanned around as he picked up familiar faces, others he hadn't bothered learning their names. But they were his followers. He had a duty to protect them, from both the Non-magi and Salem and The Guild. With a hefty sigh, Aloysius lifted his hand and ran his finger through his black lockes, trying his hardest not to suddenly crack and have a break down as the reality of the situation sunk in.

Lana was gone. Dead. Finished. No longer of this mortal plane of existence. As much as they didn't get on, spent a good part of their time together arguing or physically fighting, Lana was an important part of the Dark Shadow equation. She was the glue that bound everyone. Most people found Aloysius too egotistical to listen to, or perhaps he was just crazy. Lana was the down to earth one, able to translate Aloysius's crazy ideas into a format that people could understand. With her gone, it was just Aloysius alone in his ivory tower again.

Moving back to his desk he opened up his phone and rather than opening his messages he instead opened his Spotify app and began to flick through artists. He needed a pick me up and he knew exactly who to choose for that: Willow Fitzgerald. He knew that she was a Magi, and she worked for the Guild, but he also knew how nice it was to just feel happy from time to time. Putting a song on he melted into his leather seat and began waving his fingers in the air like a conductor as the music played.

His body entered a state of bliss, his mind numbing and muscles relaxing. He knew if Lana was here she would be lecturing him about how he shouldn't be listening to the enemy, and how it was quite sad how a low level mage could influence someone like Aloysius. He could imagine her pointing out that it would be just as easy to have Willow imbue orders like 'shoot yourself' into her songs and silly old Al would do just that.

That very thought pulled Aloysius out of his trance and straightened him up like a stiff bolt. "Ohhhh…. Music… that's it. What better way to control large groups of people." Aloysius muttered to himself as got up and began to walk over through the bookcase the opposite side of his desk. His fingers scanned each book, specifically each edition of the Magi Encyclopedia. Eventually he found the book he was looking and made his way back to his desk. Flicking through the pages he eventually found the article he was looking for: 'Sirens' The fabled destroyers of ships. Of course, no one believed they did exist, they always had assumed the sailors had been drunk, lonely or riddled with disease to think straight. But no, a bunch of voice welding magi in the early 1400s thought it would be funny to play pranks on ships by singing at them. Of course, nowadays it didn't really work that well for ships, but what about large groups of people at concerts?

With a smirk, Aloysius collected his phone stopped the music and began to phone up his business department, the ones who held all his money and had no idea he was actually a Magi. "Bill it's Al. Yeah Hi. How are the kids? Good. Glad to hear. Listen I need you to incorporate a new company for me. I want to make a new record label. Yes I am more than aware I have no idea what makes good music, but that is beside the point. Just message me when it is made." With that he hung the phone up and placed it on the desk, a smirk forming at the corners of his lips.
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