Longtime RPer that has not RPed in a hot second. Pondering a return from a self-imposed exile.
Where I Am
Currently Running Nothing at the moment, but maybe keep an eye out.
Currently Participating n/a. Maybe it'll change? ;)
Honors
"He's a two-faced bastard of a GM."
"He's American. Enough said"
"He abuses us with lenny faces"
Comment: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
"He hates the gays"
"Wait, since you're a hitman, can't you just scan the bar code on the back of your head and just bring your post back?"
"I have never met a more horrible, selfish, ungrateful human than Hitman. I wish I didn't have to live inside his body 24/7 for the rest of my pathetic, meaningless existence."
The brawl surged on in the main Guild Hall, but it intensified with the introduction of Muko Zanthrax on the balcony. Sara blinked, surprised and also fearing for her safety. The Zanthrax descendant certainly channeled some of the power of his predecessors, if the books she read were any indication. He seemed to be charging up an attack too, something that scared Sara further. He must've been planning to pacify by force and uphold the peace. Sara had a tingling gut feeling that wouldn't happen.
Muko, with the war cry of "Void Dragon's Drop!" resonating through the hall, then proceeded to follow up on his promise and leap off the balcony, striking with Magic capable of making snow and dropping the temperature of the room. Sara wrapped her arms around her shoulders, shivering. Her shakes were not only from the fact that she had been hit by the tailspin of the snow produced by his attack, but also the sheer intensity of Dragon Heart's strongest mage and his magical power. She certainly considered herself a capable Mage, not on top of the Guild but at least in tune with Magic, but Muko made her feel like an amateur.
Dealing with the problem that the Guild Hall was now significantly colder (and the fact that she was only wearing a thin, short-sleeved top with a floral pattern), Sara raised a Silver Key from her keyring, one with a blazing fire at the top and a pointy hook at the tip. O-open," she muttered, "g-gate of the Furnace." She was shivering even more heavily. Damn, why was it so cold?
"Fornax!"
A brilliant green Magic Seal appeared midair, before Fornax appeared, cocooned in glowing light. The light shifted into the shape of a massive, 7-foot-tall man, before it vanished, revealing the legendary Furnace, Fornax, a tall, mustachioed man wearing a chef's garb. Fornax gave a cheesy (but dedicated) bow. "You called, m'lady?
Sara nodded with a sweet smile towards her spirit "C-could you heat up the r-room a little, F-Fornax? It's a b-bit chilly in h-h-here."
The prideful spirit laughed boisterously. "As per your wishes, m'lady." He snapped his fingers, and a small, microwave-like device appeared in a sudden burst of flames. "Fire Magic: Heat Wave!" His call caused the little furnace to release a visibly red wave of heat, the slush of the room melting into puddles of water, the chilly temperature warming significantly.
Sara audibly sighed in relief as the warmth flooded the room. "Thank you, Fornax." She gave a polite wave goodbye as Fornax faded back into the Spirit Realm.
Sara turned to the newcomer at the bar, the Lost Magic mage Damian. Sara grabbed the pitcher at the edge of the counter and poured the alcoholic beverage (whatever it was) into the cup Dame was extending. "Nice seeing you, Dame," she said sweetly, giving the fellow blonde mage a pleasant smile. "How're you holding up?"
A noise from the other side of the Guild Hall got Sara's attention- that noise being the footsteps followed by the twang-coated voice of Victoria Pax. Victoria was a legendary smith, an S-Class mage no less, and certainly a familiar face around the halls of the Guild. Sara reciprocated her greeting with a small wave and a happy grin. "A pleasure to see you too, Victoria." She listened to the mage talk about her day, including a game of chess where she had whooped the other poor guild-mate into submission. Sara laughed quietly. "I can't play chess for the life of me. I still don't remember what the little horse does." She paused in contemplative silence for a brief moment. "That's the one that jumps, right?"
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of quarreling at the center of the guild hall. Sara's interest was piqued by the argument, and her focus shifted towards the nature of the hostility. Two lower-ranked Mages were shouting at each other over something about jobs. Considering the scarcity of quality jobs on busy days, it did make a bit of sense, but it certainly didn't warrant such a heated conversation, and it definitely didn't warrant the taller Mage to suddenly shout “Fist Magic!” and punch the other mage in the gut, sending him careening across the Guild floor and headfirst into the wall next to the Request Board, smoke gently rising from the crater that formed at impact.
Soon, a group of the mages were duking it out in a thankfully non-magical brawl at the center of the guild hall, the bodies of defeated mages flying across the building like discarded rags. Sara sighed with a down shake of her head. She loved the guild, but the constant fighting did drag her down from time to time. Though not at all ready to join the duel, she put a hand on her key rings in case more than fists and bodies started to get thrown around.
It was a pleasant late summer afternoon, the end of the sunny season apparent in the crisp, cool air and shortening days. The rays of sun filtered through the atmosphere, gently lying upon the bustling Dragon Heart guild hall.
The main room was quite full for a normal day at Dragon Heart, many mages filling the ground level of the guild hall and doing their thing. Some were out in the open, talking about jobs, and a few were at the request board, pondering the jobs available to take. And a couple were at the guild bar. One of those people was Sara Hepburn, Dragon Heart's resident Celestial Spirit Mage.
Sara sipped the small, wooden cup of cider slowly, enjoying the sweet taste on her lips. A long job had preceded the day before involving a long series of bandit robberies, and while it had a nice payoff, it was a long talk involving a lot more fighting than Sara had expected. It turned out bandits don't give up all too easily.
Downing the remains of the cup, Sara slid the cup across the bar counter, several Emeralds underneath the bottom. She sighed gently. Boredom was beginning to arise, something that rarely happens at Dragon Heart.
Arc I: Introductions Not much, just a fight and some angry Guild Masters.
Arc II: Catalyst TBA
Mission A- A Plague On Your Houses
To The Venerated Dragon Heart Guild, My name is Apothecary Pox, a doctor serving on retainer for Lord Ferdinand. It is my displeasure to inform you that the town of Mill Valley has been struck with an epidemic of myotoxicoSis. Normally, this could be treAted with edible charcoal and other common medicines, but we’re dealing with a few dozen patients and the shipment I requested is seVeral days late now. My fEar is that bandits may have raided the shipMent. I’m in process of requesting another but if the same happens, we might be looking at some unfortunate losses. It’ll be faster if a team could locate those supplies. My Lord is prepared to offer 199000 Emeralds for your service. Please meet me at Mill Valley as soon as you are able. Much Regards and my Deepest Respect Apothecary Pox,
Mission B- Princess Perfect
Dear Dragon Heart Guild, I am Lady Isabella Ducard, wife of Lord Ferdinand of The Valley Counties, writing in a time of urgent need. My daughter, Dina, is a wonderfully sweet young lady, but has been distraught as of late because of her missing cat. Normally, I would simply commission a search-and-rescue crew to locate the cat, but I’m afraid it’s more complicated than that. You see, the cat is actually a rare specimen of cat called an “Exceed,” the feline being very human-like in appearance and mannerisms, and my scouts have reported that a Dark Guild has captured it and are looking to sell it. It is imperative you save the cat and stop this Dark Guild before my daughter throws another temper tantrums. I’m willing to offer up to 250000 Emeralds for your service towards our province. Thank you in advance, Lady Isabella Sharon Ducard of The Valley Counties
@Quincy sorry, I thought I had reviewed it and responded. You're in.
@Reflection While I'm open to having your character be the S+ mage and think he's balanced personally and magically, there's a couple plot holes. 1. The Zanthrax family, as one of Dragon Slayers, would probably be recognized as a distinct threat to Dragons and be executed if put in a vulnerable position. 2. Even if the Dragon took pity on Lil Boy, he wouldn't teach a Zanthrax...the art of killing Dragons. 3. Where did that cloth come from? Dragons can't really write all too well. Please make those clarifications STAT.
Physique Often deemed to be as beautiful as his famous mother, Lorn is a young man who exudes sophistication and fortune. He generally looks and dresses like a model or a socialite, though this often comes as a sharp contrast to his hippie-like personality. He stands at 6'0", with pale skin and a frame that's tall, willowy, and svelte. He has his sharp eyes, thin eyebrows, and long onyx black hair. His gentle and unnaturally feminine beauty have often attracted the attention of others.
Personality Lorn is a nature lover and a feminist, who finds solace in mother earth and encourages ideals that favor men and women equally. While he isn't particularly boisterous, he is an incredibly sensitive individual, who isn't shy when it comes to being honest about how he is feeling and will openly convey his feelings and activist like endeavors as articulately as he can and as passionately as he can. He despises how polluted the world is and wishes to restore it back to how it was millenniums ago before he was even born. Lorn is rather beautiful and sophisticated in appearance, often unintentionally attracting women and men; though his declinations and oblivious disregard of their affections often ends poorly.
Despite his beauty, Lorn's desire to make the world a cleaner place compels him to get hands-on and dirty. Because of this desire, he is a natural at tarnishing his "pretty boy" image, usually by doing things most people wouldn't expect from someone who looks like him. As someone who isn't consciously aware of his lovely constitution, he is often referred to as a "Pointless Beauty", because his behavior and actions don't match his looks, which is usually a shock for people who don't know how he really is.
He enjoys the company of others, but doesn't mind being alone, and dislikes when others perpetuate unnecessary drama and conflict. He is mature and enjoys the simple life and being one with nature and caring for it and for the animals that reside within it. Lorn is a spiritual individual as well and a passionate deep thinker, who connects with many "entities" for enlightenment and encouragement and enjoys soothing practices that allow him to fully commune with his mind, body, and soul. He enjoys activities such as bird watching, painting, hiking, cleaning the world 'one piece of trash at a time', taking care of plants and animals, reading, and meditation.
Dislikes -Meat -Pollution -Inequality -Negative emotions -Littering -Staying indoors for too long -Seeing living creatures in pain -His mother(somewhat)
Fears -Claustrophobic -His girlfriend dying -Never finding out who his father is.
Brief Bio Lorn is the son of a famously beautiful mage who had been widowed seven times over by his 17th birthday. Each husband's death occurred under mysterious and suspicious circumstances, leaving the already wealthy Lady Chatwal(she never changed from her maiden name) and Lorn, all the more richer. The scandal of her failed marriages eventually became the talk of the town, drawing attention to Lorn and his already famous mother, but not in a good way.
Lorn is uncertain which of men is his biological father, but has made it a personal quest to figure it out. After his 18th birthday, and wanting to separate himself from his mother's scandalous reputation, Lorn left the comfort and financial security of his mother, and began to further develop his love of painting, even beginning a small business of painting portraits and nature so he could sell them.
Although he could have easily relied on the money of his mother, he wanted to make an income and a living of his own. Shortly after he began living on his own, Lorn ran into a man who promised him that he had knowledge of who his real father was, but he would only disclose this information if Lorn agreed to help him. Since that meeting, he has been on a journey, serving the Dragon Heart guild to uncover the truth of his father.
Magic Heart Magic
Description This is a caster magic that allows Lorn to connect his "heart" to the "hearts" of living things. Once he connects his heart to the hearts of other people, he can communicate with them telepathically. When he connects with someone, he also gains empathy, allowing him to feel their emotions and gain some level of influence over their emotions(not to be used on other players unless given specific permission to do so). He can also connect to hearts of animals, allowing him to feel their emotions and control them. Furthermore, the empathic capabilities of his magic are so strong, that he can even connect with the hearts of plants, giving him a form of plant and ecological empathy, allowing him manipulate nearby plant life as well.
Spells -Heart Magic (Telepathy); He can communicate with other people telepathically. -Heart Magic (Empathy); He can feel the emotions of other people and has some influence of control over their emotions(can not be used on other players unless given explicit permission) -Heart Magic (Fauna); He can feel the emotions of animals and control them. -Heart Magic (Flora); He gains a form of ecological empathy and connection with plants, allowing him to "feel" them and control them as well.
Lorn currently has a girlfriend, Bébé (21), though their relationship has been a little strained as of late. She is acting somewhat cold towards him and he is not sure why.
Bébé is 21 years old and also a guild member of Dragon Heart. She is a B-rank mage and was one of the first people that he met when he joined. Bébé stands at about 5'4" and her guild mark is located on the back of her neck. Bébé uses a type of caster magic that allows her to fly, and when she is touching someone, they can fly with her. She also possesses a special pocket watch, a holder magic that allows her to put people to sleep for a timed duration if they hear the ticking. Bébé is known for being jealous and melodramatic.
All done!
Cheers!
will review more thoroughly tomorrow morning, but will say looks nice :)
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[h1]HITMAN[/h1]
"𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎. 𝙰𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚍. 𝚈𝚎𝚜... 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎. 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚋𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎. 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑."
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[right][h3]Who I Am[/h3]
Longtime RPer that has not RPed in a hot second. Pondering a return from a self-imposed exile. [/right]
[center][h3]Where I Am[/h3]
[u][b]Currently Running[/b][/u]
[i]Nothing at the moment, but maybe keep an eye out.[/i]
[u][b]Currently Participating[/b][/u]
[i]n/a. Maybe it'll change? ;)[/i]
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[h3]Honors[/h3]
[quote=@canaryrose]
"He's a two-faced bastard of a GM."
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[quote=@Danvers]
"He's American. Enough said"
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[quote=@KaijuBaragon]
"He abuses us with lenny faces"
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[i]Comment: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)[/i]
[quote=@rabidporcupine]
"He hates the gays"
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[quote=@DClassified]
"Wait, since you're a hitman, can't you just scan the bar code on the back of your head and just bring your post back?"
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[quote=@Hitman]
"I have never met a more horrible, selfish, ungrateful human than Hitman. I wish I didn't have to live inside his body 24/7 for the rest of my pathetic, meaningless existence."
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老吾老,以及人之老;幼吾幼,以及人之幼
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<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><img src="https://media.giphy.com/media/bf2nzzm1FFte0/giphy.gif" /><br><br><div class="bb-h1">HITMAN</div><br>"𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎. 𝙰𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚍. 𝚈𝚎𝚜... 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎. 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚋𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎. 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑."</div><br><div class="bb-right"><div class="bb-h3">Who I Am</div><br>Longtime RPer that has not RPed in a hot second. Pondering a return from a self-imposed exile.</div><br><br><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h3">Where I Am</div><br><br><span class="bb-u"><span class="bb-b">Currently Running</span></span><br><span class="bb-i">Nothing at the moment, but maybe keep an eye out.</span><br><br><span class="bb-u"><span class="bb-b">Currently Participating</span></span><br><span class="bb-i">n/a. Maybe it'll change? ;)</span></div><br><div class="bb-h3">Honors</div><br><blockquote class="bb-quote">"He's a two-faced bastard of a GM."<footer><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/canaryrose">@canaryrose</a></footer></blockquote><br><br><blockquote class="bb-quote">"He's American. Enough said"<footer><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/danvers">@Danvers</a></footer></blockquote><br><br><blockquote class="bb-quote">"He abuses us with lenny faces"<footer><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/kaijubaragon">@KaijuBaragon</a></footer></blockquote><br><span class="bb-i">Comment: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)</span><br><br><blockquote class="bb-quote">"He hates the gays"<footer><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/rabidporcupine">@rabidporcupine</a></footer></blockquote><br><br><blockquote class="bb-quote">"Wait, since you're a hitman, can't you just scan the bar code on the back of your head and just bring your post back?"<footer><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/dclassified">@DClassified</a></footer></blockquote><br><br><blockquote class="bb-quote">"I have never met a more horrible, selfish, ungrateful human than Hitman. I wish I didn't have to live inside his body 24/7 for the rest of my pathetic, meaningless existence."<footer><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/hitman">@Hitman</a></footer></blockquote><br><div class="bb-center">老吾老,以及人之老;幼吾幼,以及人之幼</div></div>