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Beastkin (Kemonomimi) Academy

@Rakurai Quick thought, could Yennifer fly? I wasn't even thinking about theat when I made her!

Beastkin (Kemonomimi) Academy

@Rakurai How is this little lady?

Yennifer

Hider

Name: Yennifer
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Animal: Nightengale
Height: Five Foot One And a Half Inches
Hair Color: Reddish-brown
Eye Color: Hazel

Personality:
Quiet: Yennifer can be very quiet and will often refuse to speak up for herself to avoid conflict. She will open up and be a tad louder around those who she considers close but even then it's not very easy for her. Enjoying the peace and quiet about her will often raise her voice in a simple tune. In conflict, Yennifer fades to the background and attempts to slip away being often successful at this. But if you're a friend and counted dear to her, the tiny girl will attempt to defend and most likely not be successful.
Curious: Her failing in her solitary and quiet life is her curiosity. She just has to know about something that's intrigued her. She will even come out of her shell if she is enthralled by this trait enough.

Background:

Yennifer was born to a pair of nightengale parents. Her father, Wren, made instruments while her mother, Yvonne played them and worked in a bakery. Born with two elder brother, Tytos, worked with her father. They lived in a small community of peaceful and quiet beastkin. It was a poor place, but everyone knew everyone. Most people got along though there were the more stubborn beastkin who were content to be unsatisfied in their life. Their family was well accepted and many younglings came to learn their music. So Tytos left the shop early with Yennifer each day to teach them instruments and such. Yennifer was happy enough living her quiet life and learning the different instruments and singing.

But it was not to last, Yennifer's mother fell ill. Wren fell into melancholy and passed away shortly after of a broken heart. Tytos was married shortly before their mother passed and with the running of his father's shop, he could not dedicate the time to Yennifer and his budding family. With a child already on the way, Tytos suggested that Yennifer go the Academy, knowing her mind was far more curious than what a sleepy village could give her. That the Academy could give Yennifer the more rounder knowledge she would need for a furthered career in music. Yennifer had reservations, being always wary of humans. She had not often been about them, and heard many a horrifying story about them. It most likely did not help that as a older brother Tytos had many a horror story to tell.

Beastkin (Kemonomimi) Academy

@Fabricant451 Same, I'd rather worry about that than tests though. At least with that you don't have to deal with 'home work', papers and such. Depending on your job things are straight forward generally.

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt

Roll call guys, I need to know who has what rulers. @BlackPanther You Summer, I'm Fall. I got us two down.

Srry for being slow, Holidays and spring break came up. So now I have my life back on track. Let's get this Rp going.

Ascension of Gods (High Casual)

Plot

All legends hold seeds of the truth.

The Gods of the Ancient World lived, and they still do. They fought their wars and play their games of politics. They found love and hatred. Pantheons rose and fell. Demi-gods contained the powers of their parents to a degree. Dragons, demons and such existed.

The year is 116 AD, and the Roman Empire is at the height of their power. The Olympian pantheon reigns supreme with their Roman worshipers. The other pantheons fight to keep their power and worshipers.

About the RolePlay

In this Rp I mean to explore the ancient world and politics of the Gods as they vie for power and domination or perhaps to simply protect what is theirs. Very Slice-of-Life in ancient times with a good mix of fantasy.

You can play any God, or a DemiGod. Heck, you can even play a human or a demon. And you could possibly destroy the world, but I don't think anyone here wants to rule over nothing.

Rules

-Respect GMs!
-Proper grammar and spelling!
-Please be civilized!
-Two to three Paragraphs. Going for high casual here.
-More to Come...

Pantheons

Current Gods And Demi

Greek:
Zeus/Jupiter: OPEN (Needed)
Poseidon/Neptune: OPEN (Needed)
Hades/Pluto: Queenize
Hera/Juno:OPEN
Demeter/Ceres: OPEN
Athena/Minerva: OPEN
Apollo/Apollo: OPEN
Artemis/Diana: OPEN
Aphrodite/Venus: Queenize
Ares/Mars: OPEN
Hephaestus/Vulcan: OPEN
Hermes/Mercury: Lucian
Hestia/Vesta: OPEN
Dionysus/Bacchus: OPEN
Miles, Demigod: Karos

Celtic:
Morrigahn: LadyRunic
Dagda: OPEN (Needed)

Gaulish:
Tyr/Woden: OPEN (Needed)

Norse:
Loki: OPEN(?)
Odin: OPEN (Needed)

Egyptian:
Set: OPEN (Needed)
Osiris: OPEN (Needed)
Ra: OPEN (Needed)
Horus: OPEN
Thoth:TheGreyDust
Bes'eshe Sethokpara, Demigod: LadyRunic
Qelhatat Apophka, Demigod: Rune_Alchemist

Sumerian:
Shamash-Utu: Unoedipal

Godly Powers

Gods share some similar powers beside their specialized powers, for example Apollo's Sun and Artemis's Moon. All Gods can Teleport, Manifest basic items, summon items in hand, have a general sense of omniscience over mortals though not other gods or Demi-gods, they also have telekinesis on varying levels, and can throw Godly Bolts of power and create brief shield.

Demi Gods can only use the specialized powers, a very weak sense of omnisceince more like gleaning a feeling of weak minded people. They can only manifest items by their specialized medium.

Characters

Your Name Here

Full Name:
Nickname:
Age:
Gender:
Race:
Pantheon:
Weapon(s):
Powers:

Appearance:
Image: (Optional)

Likes:
Dislikes:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Quirks:
Fears:
Ambition:
Personality:

Father:
Mother:
Siblings:
Pets:
History:

Relationships

-Please keep updated-

Of B e a s t s and M e n (ONE SLOT OPEN)

@Henri Still have room for more humans? This seems interesting.

Beastkin (Kemonomimi) Academy

@Rakurai Got room for one more? I'm very interested.

[ROLEPLAY CLOSED] - The Rise Of Camelot

Gwydion Arryl

"Gwydion!" The cellar bounced the voice of the inn's master, Tarris Syris, about the cold interior where the man's younger partner and live in bard and bouncer was stocking wine barrels. Green eye peered up at the short, blocky figure of Tarris in the cellar door. "We've got ah festival a'comin'! Ye set-"

White teeth flashed in a laid back smile. "Aye, I've set the better years towards the front. Easy reach." The deep voice of the former wander was all in good humor. Stepping up the steep and rickety stairs, he often wondered how they managed to bear one of his build. Stepping along lightly, he patted the shorter man on the shoulder. The festival had been forewarned to them by some friendly Guards that frequented their establishment and forewarned was fore armed. "Worry not! I've-"

"Got it all handled 'ave ye?" Tarris sighed in mock remorse. "You're givin' me naught to do laddy!" Both just chuckled, knowing it was most likely just as well. Tarris was a old, old man. Most things he couldn't do without help, though he still poured the ale and tended the bar while they paid a near-by pair of village sisters to cook for them and the inn. Often merely the night. While Gwydion wasn't the best cook, his food was passable. Tarris had been loathed to accept hope in his aging life, but hearing the poor lad's tale had made him all the more keen to accept Gwydion on as a partner. Having been a traveler himself before he opened The Griffon's Tankard, he knew the ailment of most mercenaries. Age brought a lack of limber body and that misfortune led to death. Plus the poor lad had near drank himself under the table in melancholy. Noting the day had been when he had last seen his sister's smiling face before he left. After a bit of wheedling, Tarris had learned that Gwydion had returned to find his sister missing and his family dead. Bandits had been Gwydion's reason. That and disease. "Heard any word on your sister?" The Tavern keeper wandered behind the bar arranging tankards.

Gwydion looked over at the faux griffon over the mantel, holding a tankard in it's beak that had seen better days. Tarris refused to removed it, claiming it was a lucky tankard. One he had won many a dice game with. "Nothing," His voice echoed with disappointment. "Twenty years... She may not even be alive." Even as he said that Gwydion knew the truth. Cerid was alive. He had seen her walk across the shale slope before he had taken the form of a fox and led their hunters off her trail. It had been later when he found the druid that he had learned she lived. She had trained some, but that had only accounted for near five of those years before she and her Druid teacher had wondered into their native kingdom again. Fifteen years she had been here, and he had looked here for five. Two of which had been at this tavern and the news had been rather relishing. Druids and magicians were sharp topics and when Uther sent out a hunt he knew. If that hunt was after his sister, he would offer his service, claiming the witch had wronged him. Perhaps that would work, or would it best to race ahead on the Mule? His horse was stabled in the inn's stable, as good as any guard dog. Wiping down a table the large warrior missed the sympathetic look that Tarris sent his way.

[ROLEPLAY CLOSED] - The Rise Of Camelot

@Vicier That's a shame, but life is life. And I think we all can agree that RL throws some wicked curve balls.

@BlueAjah When does Merlin EVER get a day off?! When he's not working he's doing something to cause work. Or someone causing him to work inadvertently.

See? This is what happens when you have a cold, you get philosophical which is the best mood for Gwydion.... Posting!

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt

@rechonq

Aisling hesitated. Something from him would be useful, but what would be the price? She knew there would be no good if this Fae sought to turn her upon Falk or if she fell indebted to Lost. It was jut the game of the Fae. Quid pro qou. Green eyes glanced away as she continued on her way. Reluctant to ask, reluctant to go. She wished to seek out the girl and give her the gift as she had been bid. Well, in all seriousness, ordred would be a better term. Ordered with name and impatient tap. Something Falk rarely did. "What have I to offer? I am but a servant and a human. My music is poor to your ears and my life a petty thing."