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25 y/o guy, currently student and living by myself, yada yada.
Veteran Roleplayer, with over 7-8 years of experience in both Pen & Paper and text based, with minimal LARP Experience. I have a great interest in fantasy settings and tends to dislike Post Apocalypse, or generally anything involving guns and modern weaponry. Gimme a sword and the ability to throw fire, and I'm happy.
I have relatively high standards and find myself somewhat disappointed if my posts are below 500 words, preferring ~1000+ whenever possible (sadly, not always easy). At the same time I expect similar standards from my fellow players. I also have a tendency to play female characters in spite of my being a guy, mainly because I find it more entertaining than playing the big burly guy.
Anywho!
25 y/o guy, currently student and living by myself, yada yada.
Veteran Roleplayer, with over 7-8 years of experience in both Pen & Paper and text based, with minimal LARP Experience. I have a great interest in fantasy settings and tends to dislike Post Apocalypse, or generally anything involving guns and modern weaponry. Gimme a sword and the ability to throw fire, and I'm happy.
I have relatively high standards and find myself somewhat disappointed if my posts are below 500 words, preferring ~1000+ whenever possible (sadly, not always easy). At the same time I expect similar standards from my fellow players. I also have a tendency to play female characters in spite of my being a guy, mainly because I find it more entertaining than playing the big burly guy.
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Good to know. I already have a character, as I said, and I'll be fixing her up so that she fits this better and flesh her out a bit more. Should I Just post the CS here when it's done?
Interesting... I think I'd like this.
So, just for clarification: We make a character whom we control and then post the character sheet here, and then we choose one of your characters whom you will then control in the fight, correct?
I have an idea for a character, or rather it's an old character from about a year ago that I think will fit in rather well, and I think this one would be a ~22/23.
So, just for clarification: We make a character whom we control and then post the character sheet here, and then we choose one of your characters whom you will then control in the fight, correct?
I have an idea for a character, or rather it's an old character from about a year ago that I think will fit in rather well, and I think this one would be a ~22/23.
I hereby apologise to Bright Scroll. Winterjet writes herself.
Winterjet sat slackjaw at what she witnessed, fangs out in the open but she didn't care. The reason for her dumbstruck reaction was partly because she had never expected a god to start flirting with others, and secondly because she was just that damn good. Even if Theá had only tried half as much as she was at turning Arcon into a quivering puddle of seduced alicorn-goo, she would still have felt her chest tighten and feel her entire body become warm in part embarrassment and part excitement.
Her world suddenly went dark when Bright Scroll lifted up his hooves to block her sight of what happened, only to have them pushed away with far more force than necessary. "I'm 32 you dolt, and I wanna watch this!" She half-whispered half-hissed.
And then Arcon disappeared, fleeing from Theá's teasing and flirting embrace with a teleport spell more powerful than any Winterjet had ever seen. Normally you could hear a small crack and see a small flash of lightning-ish arcane energy, but this was on a whole different scale. The crack was like that of a whip and the force with which he disappeared left a mark on the ground and a smaller one on Theá which was already healing; the singed hairs regaining their lustrous green colour in but a few moments.
Wonder if I can get her to do that to me, Winterjet thought as she absent-mindedly licked her teeth, finding it a bit too difficult to reach her libs without cutting her tongue. Why do I even still have these? Flat and harmless. Flat and harmless. Flat and harmless. Her teeth slowly reverted to their normal herbivorous state, leaving behind a weird feeling of something missing. She smacked her lips and returned her attention to Theá, watching her look to where Arcon had previously been with a mildly perplexed face.
He'd been there just a few moments before with her teasing him. Granted, she had laid it on a bit thick and made it seem like she was serious which, considering who he was, probably wasn't the smartest idea. It wasn't the first time she'd done this to him, nor would it be the last, but every time she'd, well, put on her charms for him he'd always reacted somewhat rashly; often pushing her away or darting back when she came a bit too close for comfort. However, this was the first time that she saw him react this way. At most he would teleport a few metres away - usually - but not... however far this was. Theá frowned, eyeing the spot even as her thoughts continued to run their course. Should she apologise when he came back, if he did?
Her train of thought was interrupted by two presences coming within her radius. Without turning around she knew who one of them was, yet the other was unknown. Granted, even without her ability she would still have known who it was based on the heavy jingle of metal plates grinding against other such plates. "Hello Armifera, and yes, you could say that." She turned around and saw the armoured alicorn alongside a pegasus mare. "Had fun in Trottingham, I take it?" A smirk played at the corner of her lips, telling Armifera that she knew exactly what had taken place, or at leas the gist of it. She was interrupted from speaking further by the sound of a whip cracking in the air, or a powerful teleportation spell happening right behind her.
She turned around to find Arcon standing beside Theá, thoroughly soaked, covered in both rime and snowflakes, and shaking from obvious cold. She couldn't help but feel some pity for him, or at least regret that she was the reason for his current state. Sure, it was not even close to be remotely threatening for an alicorn such as them, but being so cold and soaked to the bone could not be pleasant whatsoever.
Her eyes were drawn to his chest, then to his face. He didn't so much look at her, his face set in a grim mask of forced stoicism. Where before he had been moderately handsome, now he was just grim and looked almost angry. Gone was the unearthly beauty that was found in all of the alicorns replaced instead with a face that spoke of discontent even if he tried to make himself look like he didn't care. Her lips pressed into a thin line, her own face as impassive as she could make it for the moment as her attention focused itself solely on Arcon, trying and failing to meet his gaze.
For several moments she just stood there, contemplating what to do; should she apologise, continue, or just do nothing at all? The first one was likely the best idea, though the second one sounded tempting, if she had to admit it; problem was that she knew it would be a bad idea and only make him madder. The last was, likely, the second most disastrous. Sure, he would get over it at some point, but she thought it better to show the mortals that even though they could get be at odds with each other, the Gods were just as eager to mend whatever damage was done between them.
At least that's what she told herself.
Ignoring Sweeper, for the time being, she stepped forward and walked up to Arcon and, standing beside him, embraced him with her wing again. "Stand still," she commanded in a stern voice that brooked no argument and told him that she would not accept being disobeyed. Despite that, however, the smile and side-long look she shot him were those of genuine kindness, and not maliciousness or mischievousness.
Just as she had said that, she lit her horn, her wing becoming encased with a soft green glow from which heat started to stream, melting what rime remained on Arcon's body and starting on the procedure of evaporating the water still clinging to his body. She was, in other words, warming him with both her magic and her wing in an attempt to let him know that she did, in fact, feel some small amount of regret for teasing him the way she did. And, if he looked deep enough, he might actually see the small glimmer of something in her eyes.
Winterjet had watched the entire ordeal, first with a raised eyebrow, then with a small smile when she saw that Theá was doing something nice for Arcon, and actually looking somewhat kind rather than mischievous. Her own smile, however, had turned mischievous when she saw her mistress wrap a wing around Arcon again. She glanced at Bright Scrolls, her eyes glimmering as she thought of what to do.
With his attention, hopefully, fixated on the alicorns, she scooted closer to him until she sat right beside him and, like Theá had with Arcon, wrapped a wing around him and pressed their sides together. The glimmer in her eyes had only intensified, and she knowing, and no less suggestive, smirk she gave Bright Scroll only made it even worse.
Her world suddenly went dark when Bright Scroll lifted up his hooves to block her sight of what happened, only to have them pushed away with far more force than necessary. "I'm 32 you dolt, and I wanna watch this!" She half-whispered half-hissed.
And then Arcon disappeared, fleeing from Theá's teasing and flirting embrace with a teleport spell more powerful than any Winterjet had ever seen. Normally you could hear a small crack and see a small flash of lightning-ish arcane energy, but this was on a whole different scale. The crack was like that of a whip and the force with which he disappeared left a mark on the ground and a smaller one on Theá which was already healing; the singed hairs regaining their lustrous green colour in but a few moments.
Wonder if I can get her to do that to me, Winterjet thought as she absent-mindedly licked her teeth, finding it a bit too difficult to reach her libs without cutting her tongue. Why do I even still have these? Flat and harmless. Flat and harmless. Flat and harmless. Her teeth slowly reverted to their normal herbivorous state, leaving behind a weird feeling of something missing. She smacked her lips and returned her attention to Theá, watching her look to where Arcon had previously been with a mildly perplexed face.
He'd been there just a few moments before with her teasing him. Granted, she had laid it on a bit thick and made it seem like she was serious which, considering who he was, probably wasn't the smartest idea. It wasn't the first time she'd done this to him, nor would it be the last, but every time she'd, well, put on her charms for him he'd always reacted somewhat rashly; often pushing her away or darting back when she came a bit too close for comfort. However, this was the first time that she saw him react this way. At most he would teleport a few metres away - usually - but not... however far this was. Theá frowned, eyeing the spot even as her thoughts continued to run their course. Should she apologise when he came back, if he did?
Her train of thought was interrupted by two presences coming within her radius. Without turning around she knew who one of them was, yet the other was unknown. Granted, even without her ability she would still have known who it was based on the heavy jingle of metal plates grinding against other such plates. "Hello Armifera, and yes, you could say that." She turned around and saw the armoured alicorn alongside a pegasus mare. "Had fun in Trottingham, I take it?" A smirk played at the corner of her lips, telling Armifera that she knew exactly what had taken place, or at leas the gist of it. She was interrupted from speaking further by the sound of a whip cracking in the air, or a powerful teleportation spell happening right behind her.
She turned around to find Arcon standing beside Theá, thoroughly soaked, covered in both rime and snowflakes, and shaking from obvious cold. She couldn't help but feel some pity for him, or at least regret that she was the reason for his current state. Sure, it was not even close to be remotely threatening for an alicorn such as them, but being so cold and soaked to the bone could not be pleasant whatsoever.
Her eyes were drawn to his chest, then to his face. He didn't so much look at her, his face set in a grim mask of forced stoicism. Where before he had been moderately handsome, now he was just grim and looked almost angry. Gone was the unearthly beauty that was found in all of the alicorns replaced instead with a face that spoke of discontent even if he tried to make himself look like he didn't care. Her lips pressed into a thin line, her own face as impassive as she could make it for the moment as her attention focused itself solely on Arcon, trying and failing to meet his gaze.
For several moments she just stood there, contemplating what to do; should she apologise, continue, or just do nothing at all? The first one was likely the best idea, though the second one sounded tempting, if she had to admit it; problem was that she knew it would be a bad idea and only make him madder. The last was, likely, the second most disastrous. Sure, he would get over it at some point, but she thought it better to show the mortals that even though they could get be at odds with each other, the Gods were just as eager to mend whatever damage was done between them.
At least that's what she told herself.
Ignoring Sweeper, for the time being, she stepped forward and walked up to Arcon and, standing beside him, embraced him with her wing again. "Stand still," she commanded in a stern voice that brooked no argument and told him that she would not accept being disobeyed. Despite that, however, the smile and side-long look she shot him were those of genuine kindness, and not maliciousness or mischievousness.
Just as she had said that, she lit her horn, her wing becoming encased with a soft green glow from which heat started to stream, melting what rime remained on Arcon's body and starting on the procedure of evaporating the water still clinging to his body. She was, in other words, warming him with both her magic and her wing in an attempt to let him know that she did, in fact, feel some small amount of regret for teasing him the way she did. And, if he looked deep enough, he might actually see the small glimmer of something in her eyes.
Winterjet had watched the entire ordeal, first with a raised eyebrow, then with a small smile when she saw that Theá was doing something nice for Arcon, and actually looking somewhat kind rather than mischievous. Her own smile, however, had turned mischievous when she saw her mistress wrap a wing around Arcon again. She glanced at Bright Scrolls, her eyes glimmering as she thought of what to do.
With his attention, hopefully, fixated on the alicorns, she scooted closer to him until she sat right beside him and, like Theá had with Arcon, wrapped a wing around him and pressed their sides together. The glimmer in her eyes had only intensified, and she knowing, and no less suggestive, smirk she gave Bright Scroll only made it even worse.
Draconilian said
I'll wait to go over CS until I get a word of finality from everybody that they're all finished.
Mine's been done since the first upload, though I admit that I've toyed with giving her another magic that's still in-the-works. Guess I could just work on that in the RP itself.
Indeed it would. I'd like to see what different cards would look like.
Neither can I ^^ I'm glad that you like it... I was honestly a bit scared that it came off as too abrupt.
Outnumbered? We have Me, our Harpy, the Coyote(?), and then there's the Soldier, the VIllain, and the Lightning Dude. It's 3 on each side, isn't it?
I. Regret. Nothing!
"That's... interesting," Winterjet muttered in a tone of slight confusion. "Never would've thought a god, of all ponies, would actually, well, become friends with us... mortals. I mean, they're immortal and will continue living until the end of time, so... I've lost many friends throughout the years, and it hurts each time. To endure so much loss." She shook her head. "It can only hurt. Maybe that's why Theá seems so distant." She cast a look over her shoulder, watching Theá for just a second before catching the eyes of Arcon. She felt a chill going down her spine; she felt small, insignificant. Where Theá had at least seemed approachable this one felt as if he stripped away any self-confidence she might have had and bared her soul and thoughts for the world to see. She gulped and looked down, missing when his gaze swept to focus solely on Bright Scroll.
Despite how she felt so small next to this... giant, she couldn't help but feel something flare up inside her at what he said. She'd met enough liars and wanna-be nobles or big-shots in her travels that she could easily tell when someone was speaking their true thoughts or simply trying to act kind when, in fact, they thought the exact opposte. This Arcon... He didn't so much as try to hide his demeaning, almost insulting, tone. Trained to hear veiled insults or not, no pony could have missed the disapproval and sarcasm.
But even if I wanted to say something, I can't. From the way he's acting I wouldn't be surprised if wanted to 'punish' me for speaking up against him, and I haven't been with Theá for long enough for me to expect her to come to my aid. And even if she would help me there's still the chance that she agrees with him and would do nothing to stop him because of 'insubordination'. Tsk. She grit her teeth, feeling one of her new fangs draw blood from her gums, but she did nothing to stop it. Right now she needed to stay calm. Looking down also meant that she missed the frown that flashed across Theá's face for but a second before it disappeared just as quickly as it had come.
"You okay?" She whispered once Arcon's attention had turned towards Silver Sweeper again, away from the two of them-something for which she was grateful. She just hoped he didn't have as good hearing as she knew Theá probably had. "He seemed rather... rough?"
"T'is no reason to thank me, Sister. It is not right for me to hold a grudge when there was no intention of causing offense... And yes, vile and repulsive things, indeed," said Theá, nodding her head once in agreement. "And I'm glad you approve. I must be honest, however, and say that I had expected you to chastise me above all else. Perhaps our Sword-happy sister would as well seeing as this wasn't the most efficient way of handling the situation, if you will." She chuckled a little, a faint smile breaking through her otherwise almost stony façade, as he mentioned their Mother. While she may seem more jovial at the moment, she had to admit to herself that it was more her trying to let go of the lingering hurt she felt from Sweeper's perceived insults. Didn't mean it wasn't genuine, though. "You may be right. Though I do not remember her ever, what do they call it? 'Kissing my boo-boo', I believe?" Her smile broke out into a lopsided grin for just a few moments before she composed herself again.
"And you are forgiven, Dear Brother. I have eyes and ears all over, so I have managed to get the gist of your going-ons, although I must admit that you are more difficult to keep an eye out on than the others. Those barriers of thine; impressive, and most annoying." His comment about her rabbit brought forth another smile, this one a bit more teasing than the last. "Cute? Why, Brother, you should have but told me earlier. I would gladly send you more should you so desire." Her smile only widened as he continued speaking, apparently inviting her into his home, or whatever he wished to call his fortress. She simply nodded, choosing to wait until he had finished speaking before she acted. He always was a bit of a prude, and easy to tease. Oh, this is going to be fun, she thought, trying not to grin too widely as she stepped closer to him.
"You're inviting me into your home?" She asked innocently, raising an eyebrow. "Are you sure that watching those stained glass windows aren't just an excuse?" She stepped up beside him, unfurling a wing and letting the tip of it graze along his neck slowly. "Last I checked you hadn't had company in a while... could it be that my dear brother is longing for a little feminine company, perhaps?" Her wing moved from only his neck to trailing slowly across his back-between where his wings connected to his body and down to his lower back then up again. She leaned in and gently nuzzled his neck with he eyes closed.
"I think it's just an excuse to get to, ah, know me better?"
It was all Winterjet could do to keep herself from letting her jaw drop to the floor. Where moments earlier Theá had been stern and the textbook version of stoicism, and Arcon the textbook version of asshole, in her opinion, Theá was now what she could only describe as a temptress, perhaps even seductress. "She is good!" Winterjet muttered under her breath, too silently for anything, perhaps save Theá, to notice. Even from the sidelines the pegasus felt her chest tighten and her cheeks burn as a blush found its way to her face.
Only a matter of time now, Theá thought as she briefly flicked the tip of her tail across Arcon's cutie mark. I wonder how he'll react to this, though. She smirked and opened her eyes, giving him her best half-lidded gaze she could, and siddled up beside him and brought him into a one-sided wing-hug; the entirety of her right wing wrapping around him and holding him pressed against her side as she continued to just look at him with that seductive smile and half-lidded gaze.
She leaned in briefly, nuzzling him beneath his chin before drawing away and whispering into his ear. "You still sure it was only to show me those windows, hmm?"
Despite how she felt so small next to this... giant, she couldn't help but feel something flare up inside her at what he said. She'd met enough liars and wanna-be nobles or big-shots in her travels that she could easily tell when someone was speaking their true thoughts or simply trying to act kind when, in fact, they thought the exact opposte. This Arcon... He didn't so much as try to hide his demeaning, almost insulting, tone. Trained to hear veiled insults or not, no pony could have missed the disapproval and sarcasm.
But even if I wanted to say something, I can't. From the way he's acting I wouldn't be surprised if wanted to 'punish' me for speaking up against him, and I haven't been with Theá for long enough for me to expect her to come to my aid. And even if she would help me there's still the chance that she agrees with him and would do nothing to stop him because of 'insubordination'. Tsk. She grit her teeth, feeling one of her new fangs draw blood from her gums, but she did nothing to stop it. Right now she needed to stay calm. Looking down also meant that she missed the frown that flashed across Theá's face for but a second before it disappeared just as quickly as it had come.
"You okay?" She whispered once Arcon's attention had turned towards Silver Sweeper again, away from the two of them-something for which she was grateful. She just hoped he didn't have as good hearing as she knew Theá probably had. "He seemed rather... rough?"
"T'is no reason to thank me, Sister. It is not right for me to hold a grudge when there was no intention of causing offense... And yes, vile and repulsive things, indeed," said Theá, nodding her head once in agreement. "And I'm glad you approve. I must be honest, however, and say that I had expected you to chastise me above all else. Perhaps our Sword-happy sister would as well seeing as this wasn't the most efficient way of handling the situation, if you will." She chuckled a little, a faint smile breaking through her otherwise almost stony façade, as he mentioned their Mother. While she may seem more jovial at the moment, she had to admit to herself that it was more her trying to let go of the lingering hurt she felt from Sweeper's perceived insults. Didn't mean it wasn't genuine, though. "You may be right. Though I do not remember her ever, what do they call it? 'Kissing my boo-boo', I believe?" Her smile broke out into a lopsided grin for just a few moments before she composed herself again.
"And you are forgiven, Dear Brother. I have eyes and ears all over, so I have managed to get the gist of your going-ons, although I must admit that you are more difficult to keep an eye out on than the others. Those barriers of thine; impressive, and most annoying." His comment about her rabbit brought forth another smile, this one a bit more teasing than the last. "Cute? Why, Brother, you should have but told me earlier. I would gladly send you more should you so desire." Her smile only widened as he continued speaking, apparently inviting her into his home, or whatever he wished to call his fortress. She simply nodded, choosing to wait until he had finished speaking before she acted. He always was a bit of a prude, and easy to tease. Oh, this is going to be fun, she thought, trying not to grin too widely as she stepped closer to him.
"You're inviting me into your home?" She asked innocently, raising an eyebrow. "Are you sure that watching those stained glass windows aren't just an excuse?" She stepped up beside him, unfurling a wing and letting the tip of it graze along his neck slowly. "Last I checked you hadn't had company in a while... could it be that my dear brother is longing for a little feminine company, perhaps?" Her wing moved from only his neck to trailing slowly across his back-between where his wings connected to his body and down to his lower back then up again. She leaned in and gently nuzzled his neck with he eyes closed.
"I think it's just an excuse to get to, ah, know me better?"
It was all Winterjet could do to keep herself from letting her jaw drop to the floor. Where moments earlier Theá had been stern and the textbook version of stoicism, and Arcon the textbook version of asshole, in her opinion, Theá was now what she could only describe as a temptress, perhaps even seductress. "She is good!" Winterjet muttered under her breath, too silently for anything, perhaps save Theá, to notice. Even from the sidelines the pegasus felt her chest tighten and her cheeks burn as a blush found its way to her face.
Only a matter of time now, Theá thought as she briefly flicked the tip of her tail across Arcon's cutie mark. I wonder how he'll react to this, though. She smirked and opened her eyes, giving him her best half-lidded gaze she could, and siddled up beside him and brought him into a one-sided wing-hug; the entirety of her right wing wrapping around him and holding him pressed against her side as she continued to just look at him with that seductive smile and half-lidded gaze.
She leaned in briefly, nuzzling him beneath his chin before drawing away and whispering into his ear. "You still sure it was only to show me those windows, hmm?"
Sorry to Sweeper, Winterjet, Bright Scroll for having to witness that. Not sorry to Arcon because I enjoyed this way too much and he knew it would happen if he asked to be alone with someone whom he knew would try to seduce anyone and anybody that asked to be alone with her.
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