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Current I'm gonna give this place another try. A few years ago college was stressful for me and I honestly don't remember the crap that went down. So, I'm the kind to forgive and forget.
5 yrs ago
Kicking me out of a Discord and banning me from a roleplay thread because I have the audacity to want to talk about guns, in a fandom where your characters shoot guns is asinine.
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PEOPLE OF THE COMMONWEALTH. DO NOT INTERFEAR. OUR INTENTIONS ARE PEACEFUL. WE ARE, THE BROTHERHOOD OF STEEL.
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IN THE YEAR 2101 WAR WAS BEGINNING.
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5 yrs ago
I'm back and I'm getting ready to host a Necromunda roleplay!

Bio

Howdy! I'm Jaredthefox92! I'm a 27 year old United States citizen from Georgia.I'm actually a veteran roleplayer who's been roleplaying on places like Deviantart since 2010. I have various genres and themes, as well as fandoms I'm into as well.

Genres I like:
.Science fiction
.Dark fantasy
.Hero vs villain, (with me being the villain)
.War and conflict stories
.Historical stories
.Supernatural stories
.Post Apocalyptic

Themes:
.Battle and combat
.Giants and giantesses, (I have a bit of a macro thing going on. ^^' )
.Dark fantasy like stories, especially ones with various races.
.Politics
.Family oriented
.Grimdark and cynical stories, especially in wartime.

Fandoms:
.Sonic
.Warhammer Fantasy
.Warhammer 40,000
.Star Wars
.Skyrim (although this is rather new to me.)
.Fallout
.Marvel and DC comics

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Name:
Aurelia Bradanska

Age:
Around 30, physcically. Exact age is unknown.

Alignment:
Chaotic evil

Nicknames: Strega, the dark enchantress, the evil outcast.

Character Title: Aurelia the Dark

Species: Human witch.

Origin/Nationality: Italy

Homeland/city: North of Undine.

Race/Species: Witch

Religion: Polytheistic fetishist pagan.

Hair: Coal black

Eyes: Jade green

Height: 5,7f

Hobby(ies): Walking around at night, dancing, preforming witchcraft, farming, traveling, acquiring power.

Talent(s):

Sibling(s): None

Likes:

Dislikes:

Personality:

Gadget/Weapon:

Abilities:

Weaknesses:

Back-story:
In central Europe, what would be around the Alps mountains in northern Italy there was a cottage situated on the mountainside. Very few people ventured to this small alpine retreat and even fewer would come back to tell the tale. What was known was in that very cottage lived a lady, a maiden by the named of Aurelia. Aurelia was not very known in town south of her abode, but rumor and myth surrounded her very presence. She was believed by many to beith a witch. A sorceress who called upon the very dark forces of nature, as well as an outcast all her life. Nobody wanted to deal with her, everyone was afraid. From her going all over the mountainside at night with very little sleep to the odd aura she had around her as her hair would flow unnaturally and her jade green eyes would glisten into the night. Everyone feared Aurelia.

However, all this animosity would soon turn to a boiling point when on her travels the lady discovered a bizarre orb while traveling away from her homestead in the hills.

"Ugh, this thing is very heavy..." Aurelia said to herself as she was toting the orb in her hand covered up in a veil to hide it as one would carry a small melon or cantaloupe.

She could be seen carrying the round sphere covered up in cloth through the town while having on a hood to veil her own identity. As she moved she head north through the streets while the lady tried to get to the outskirts of town and up to the mountainside. Still, this wasn't easy with her petite and dainty figure. However, she kept on moving and pressing forward to tot whatever it was she was carrying towards her destination.
(Note: This roleplay is based on one of my Sonic fancharacters, Aurelia Bradanska. However, I'm going to have her human in this story so that everyone who's not in the fandom can join. She'd look much like this, at least with the coal black hair, jade green eyes, and the dress. However, she would be a Caucasian Italian lady in the feudal era:



)

Plot:
This story is one of your basic medieval dark fantasy and supernatural horror. It primarily involves my character Aurelia as an antagonist witch.

Rules:
.I would like this to be ask-to-join, simply so I can keep track with others.

.Due to my constraints of being in college, expect this to be long term with some delays. I'm sorry, but I have studies to attend to IRL and I'm quite busy.

.This would take place in Medieval Europe, and at the start it would be in Italy.

.Standard roleplaying etiquette is expected.

.Aurelia is the main antagonist, thus she is believed to be powerful and not able to be defeated by one character alone.

.I would like basic paragraph format. At least one paragraph per post.

.This story is going to become dark, so this isn't for the weak of heart.

.If you don't like classic "evil really powerful witch" stories, please do not apply. This is meant to be fun and for people into dark fantasy stories involving practitioners of witchcraft and fantasy.

.Even though Aurelia and pretty much would be everyone around her is Italian. The story itself will be translated into English. (No offense to anyone from Italy, it's just the narrative and what is said has to be fluent for a lot of anglophones here.)

.Your character can be from out of town or out of the country, but please try to find some reason as to why they're here.
Actually, I was just going to choose one of them. Grief, (the guy) would be in the future and Ophelia would be around Sonic's time. They have the same powers, basically Grief is Ophelia's son of sorts.
I'm dearly sorry, but I'm going to have to humbly decline. I thought I could be either my OC's Girliath or Lilith, they're not any preset universe. I apologize for the inconvenience.
My character is sort of a loner, she would just meet up with the others or perhaps ambush them.
Good idea. What gender are you going for? Male or female?


I was thinking I could either be Ophelia or Grief, Ophelia is Scylla's mother and Grief is Scylla's sister. So yeah maybe instead Scylla and Grief's mother, or just Grief.

Ophelia works for Dr.Eggman. Basically she is a mercenary scientist with superpowers. Grief is basically Scylla's sister, and he's my main villain protagonist.

So either:


or

I'm here, but I've decided I may want to change a character for this to become less dark.
I got this demon prince guy that could be summoned by anyone. He could be a mystical type of villain, maybe work for Cerci or something. (In his lore he basically is forced to work for another sorceress goddess as well.)

"The gods will fall."-Arnzarel

About the Author:
Arnzarel "the Revolting" is a Greater Demon who is seen as an antagonist in my series Flawed Deities, I was impressed with this character so much that I thought why not make him an original, non-“sonified” version for roleplaying and potentially artwork purposes? (Note: Arnzarel isn’t a part of the Occult Odyssey universe.)

Biography:
Arnzarel was once a former shaman who asked too much from the gods, and as a result he was transformed from a mortal human into a hideous giant daemon bounded by certain conditions and requirements created legislated by the gods. While Arnzarel must abide by these conditions he secretly is plotting the downfall of the gods in secrecy. Arnzarel is known to have retained most of his humanity and thus asks arrogant and prideful as he once was, as well as fatherly to his acquired “children”, (or demons who he had created).

Appearance:

"You fear that which you cannot comprehend!" -Arnzarel yelling out to a group of fleeing villagers from his own village after his transformation.

Arnzarel is a hideous supernatural monstrosity. He appears as a giant-sized demonic monster around the height of 15ft, (4.5m) tall. His body has been drastically altered from what it once was and thus he has certain mutations. Arnzarel possesses bizarre light blue skin color that is often hard to gaze upon due to its brightness and irregularity. Within his mouth lies a long, forked tongue that is akin to that of a serpent. He also possess long claw like nails and talon like toenails. His eyeballs are a bizarre color of bright glowing yellow with red irises. Finally he possesses a long try-spiked dark blue demon tail as well.

Upon his head rest six horns, each horn is decorated by golden tips at the end of each.He wears a dark crimson pseudo-religious robe around his body with with open sleeves.Around his waist is a golden band which ties his robe to his waste. In this version Arnzarel is known to walk barefoot as well.

Personality
"If you kill her I end your pathetic life and devour what is left!"-Arnzarel threatening a mortal crossbowman who has targeted his daughter to be shot.

For all his life Arnzarel has been an arrogant and prideful man who was also very ambitious and determined to get what he wanted as well. This hubris eventually followed him into his tragic ascension into demonhood as much of this pride and arrogance is seen even when all the punishments the god bestowed upon him. To Arnzarel his newly acquired form is both a gift and a curse. On one hand he wields power both physically and mentally he never could dream of ever before, on the other hand he is forced to abide by the terms of the curses the gods laid upon him as well as look like a hideous beast from the netherworld as well.

As Anzeral "adopted" his newly found daughter, a demonette he named Lillith, another side of him which he never thought possible was seen, a compassionate side. Arnzarel never really had any children as a mortal and when he was able to acquire one he became more and more fatherly to his little demonette, eventually to the point where he was willing to put himself in harm’s way to protect her. It seems that deep within the bowels of this foul demonic monstrosity is some form of decency, even if it is only to his immediate family.

It seems as if Arnzarel is capable of putting aside his differences, or working with others to further his own goals. However, Arnzarel isn't one to take betrayal kindly and is always on the look out for those who may try to swindle him.He usually usually attributes this to his own pragmatism, in which to some degree he could quite honestly be correct. Arnzarel isn't one to go out of his plans and thus if the situation calls for not the usual method he will do so all in the sake for his greater scheme.

History
Arnzarel was once a simple shaman during his early days as a mortal. He was known throughout his village as the "most mystical man on alive" for his time in his home village. Yet all this fame and respect wasn't enough for mortal, he was constantly seeking answers where many others did not. He was constantly studying the arcane arts and was known to be routinely practice sorcery as well.

Eventually this would all lead to his undoing however. As Arnzarel bettered himself in his studies and knowledge he began to become more and more arrogant and prideful that he started to ask for favors from the gods themselves. At first the gods were reluctant to bestow their individual gifts upon him due to his constant worship if each, however soon they began to get rather annoyed by his unquenchable desire for more.

Eventually he asked so much from the gods that they grew annoyed with him and his arrogance and thus decided to “bless" him with each of their own special gifts granting his wishes. However they gods also cursed him at the same transforming him from a once respectable and well thought of mortal into a hideous gigantic demon that had to abide by their various unwritten terms for each of their blessings, thus dooming Arnzarel to a life of unwilling servitude.

Arnzarel started to contemplate revolt and rebellion in secrecy, knowing that he would have to first amass an army of the living, the undead, and those who were formerly loyal to the gods,(even unknowingly) Arnzarel sought to take over the mortal realm before turning on his fickle masters. To do so however would require him to wage war in the mortal plain and thus he would have to take on the various other powers on Mobius to achieve global domination.

Thus using his own powers to create several lesser demons, or "children" to do his bidding Arnzarel soon created the demons known as Nexus and Sarihash.Then Arnzarel migrated over to the country of Uralia to make create his own demonic citadel in the frozen tundra mountains where very few mortals would dare tread, much less engage him in combat.It was here where he would start to create his Army of the Damned, a hellish netherwordly army made up of various supernatural beings and mystical creatures who would faithfully do his bidding.

Powers

After Arnzarel's "ascension" to daemonhood he has gained far more power than he could ever have imagined. By the Fighting God Arnzarel gained supernatural strength and endurance that far surpasses mortal levels. By the Grand Sorceress Arnzarel gain almost unlimited knowledge of the mystic arts and also an almost complete mastery of them as well.

Abilities
"Behold my gifts!"-Arnzarel prideful showing off his abilities.

Arnzarel is known for some other specific special abilities as well, these not only might help him upon the battlefield but also enduring his day to day life as well. Some special abilities such as:

Daemonic Strength
Arnzarel is known to possess a supernatural strength granted to him by the Fighting God Grief, as such is is known to be capable of easily tearing a mortal into or even stopping a speeding car or truck that tries to ram him.

Daemonic Endurance
Arnzarel also possess supernatural daemonic endurance levels as well, he is quite capable of withstanding blasts that would easily incapacitate a lesser mortal being.

Daemonic senses
Arnzarel possess distinct supernatural senses that allows him not only to sense the mystical aura within another being, but also allows him to "smell" traces of magic and is even able to smell how pure or corrupt another mortals soul is.

Teleportation.
Arnzarel is able to call upon his vast mystical knowledge to use a meager spell to teleport around, it is believed that this is his primary mode of transportation. However he is unable to teleport into distances that are not in range of his vision, and possesses a cool-down period before he can teleport again as well.

Demonic Shriek
Arnzarel is able to unleash a loud and continuous unholy screech thus disorienting his opponents. He can often use this move to either suppress an opponent or distract them long enough to close in and engage in melee combat.

Demonic Regeneration
Arnzarel possesses the ability to regenerate and recover his entire body fully,( so long as he is not decapitated.) It takes about a normal mortal hour to regenerate fully though and often he must wait until after a battle is completed and rest so that he may focus to speed up the regeneration process.

Necromancy
Arnzarel is known to possess enough necromancial powers to reanimate dead corpses, (provided they're hearts and brains are still somewhat intact) turning them into his undead minions. He is able to fully communicate with the dead upon doing so as well thus allowing him to issue out orders and commands to his new recruited footsoldiers.

Weaknesses
"Even when given fangs I am still on the leash of the gods, for now at least."-Arnzarel speaking to himself while resting.

While Arnzarel has indeed gained more power than he could ever imagine he is still the puppet and the laughing stock of the gods. While The Fighting God had granted him a substantial amount of force to overpower most mortals the Fighting God had also imposed the rule that Arnzarel must offer blood sacrifices to him each day, otherwise Arnzarel would make feel weaker than he ever felt as a Mobian for an entire day until his quota was met.

The Grand Sorcerers granted Arnzarel's wish of possessing almost unlimited knowledge of the mystic arts and the capability to handle most powerful of spells. However she offered none of her own power to him thus he must be forced to acquire his own mortal magic, as well as vexed him with a "thirst" of magic that he must quench otherwise it will drive him mad.

Finally the God of Love and Passion struck at his own vanity by turning a once handsome and respectable man into a hideous and grotesque monster. While his new form grants him more types of lethal options for a physical based attack it nevertheless hinders his capabilities to fit in with normal mortal society.

Recently Arnzarel has shown to have acquired a big weakness, (other than his pride and arrogance that is), but rather in his compassion for his daughter Lilith. He seems to grown quite fond of the young demonette and thus has seen to surrender his guard and his own safety to come to her aid, even so much as to teleport in front of her to take a blast or a shot from a weapon in order to protect her. This surprisingly mortal weakness could perhaps lead to his downfall should someone try to use Lilith as a tool against him.

Due to being a giant that dwarfs even the tallest humans, Arnzarel moves slower in reflexes than most humans and even more so with the smaller and more agile Mobians.Thus he must cast or use an temporary active spell upon himself in order to move more swiftly in combat. However he is able to traverse distances better with his longer legs, and is often known to just teleport himself to close in the distance between his foes.

Relationships:
Lilith
Lilith was once a young mortal girl named Julie who possessed mystical powers, she was often shunned by both her father and mother and constantly disowned by them. However, when she encountered the giant demon known as Anzarel he was able to easily subdue her and instead of killing her he corrupted mind, body, and soul transforming Rose a powerful half-daemon which he named Lilith. As time went on Arnzarel grew found of this once mortal now ascended demon and made himself to be her father figure of sorts. Eventually he would train her to fully utilize her powers after many sessions of much needed training.

Lullissa just came out of her rented apartment she had in around Peachtree St in Atlanta. She walked out in the normal hot day in the big city with her sunglasses on and with her purse in hand. The blond lady stepped out the door and first looked around to see if any cops were around. Once taking a minute to look left or right before concluding an all clear, she simply stepped unto the sidewalk pavement and began to walk calmly and leisurely down the street.

She knew this place well, Atlanta was the heart of the south and the most populated city in Georgia. Still, she tried to act tranquil as to not arouse suspicion. What really was on her mind however was how she was going to afford to pay her rent. Ever since the incident her life had turned upside down and what was once a normal woman in college now was given the slice of reality that is expense and trying to make a life for herself.

"Sheehs, it's been raining all week and stormin. This humidity sucks." She muttered to herself as she proceeded to walk down the sidewalk with her sunglasses on in the bright sunny day.

"I gotta find someplace to work, if I don't pay my bills then Chad is going to have my butt on the rent."

Sadly for her, there was also a problem with her finding a simple job. She was a super-mutant,a super mutant who only had the capability for destruction.

The woman continued to move down the street looking around for places of work, but also bearing in mind her "condition". What she needed was someone, anyone who would look past her problems or even better, could make use of them. Sadly however, what she needed wouldn't be found in the papers or on social media. Lulissa needed some lucrative work that would allow her to make use of her new "other self".

Suddenly a car began to speed down the road as cars swerved to avoid it and horns from frustrated pedestrians were honking. The car swerved erratically and came right at her!

"Yipe!" Lulissa said as she only had a split second to get out of the way, luickly the driver missed and was able to turn back on the street as he sped off behind her.

"You goddamn dumbass! Watch where you're going!" She shouted as she began to get upset.

With this her powers began to kick in. She her natural adrenaline kicked in and she began to enlarge slightly. However, she then heard the sound of police sirens coming from pursing cop cars. She had little time to hastily run and crouch down in the alleyways as the cop cars rushed past that corner of the street with sirens going off and lighting off.

"Oh crap, I barely escaped the fuzz." She said to herself as the now slightly giant sized girl waited for the coast to become clear before she stepped out and turned to face the chase scene happening down the street.

The car that only ran her over now did a loud swerving turn as it's rubber burnt and it rushed down the street followed by the police cars. Sadly for Lulissa her curiosity got the better of her and she began to follow them to intersection light and on the other corner of the street.
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