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What lies in the hearts of the drae if not madness? - Ma'doc
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Replies will be coming out in a few days. Been down sick.
6 yrs ago
"Fly you fools!"
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7 yrs ago
To everyone waiting on replies. They most likely will be out tomorrow or Saterday. I need to get a part for my computer!
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8 yrs ago
Sorry if replies are a bit slow. Dealing with a headache.
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Bio
Hello! I'm LadyRunic! But you knew that...
I love most types of Role Play, but by far my favorites are those that are well thought out and worked with. Especially when you can find a group you can work well with. I love books- So many books. It's a running bet that I will become buried under a pile of said objects one day... I'm a tad busy, and when an Rp really catches my interest I'm inpatient for posts. It's like reading a good book and getting stuck on a cliff hanger.
You can generally expect posts regularly once a week if not more.
I've RP'd for the better part of fourteen years, so I can honestly say I have some experience and I've developed the understanding of what I expect of a partner in a one-on-one or a group. I'm also the sort who will speak up and point out something if it looks off or forms a problem to me. I spent most of a year once stuck in a Voice Chat Rp that was hell on Earth, so I'm straight forward when I need to say something. I expect this in return from my Rpers and DMs. I want to improve my writing and love constructive criticism.
As the younger God appeared a distance from her darken robed form, the Morrigahn turned a pale and sharp featured face to watch the other as he began to speak. True, the last he had seen her, the Lord of the Underworld had been but a child. Yet, she still felt a child's want for what his brother's had. It was no secret among the Fates that Hades wished for more than his dreary domain. It was his Fate, even as it was hers to turn the tide of War and profit from one way to the other as it would best serve the one thing not even Gods could deny. "Such is the way of Fate." She speaks unto her own thoughts to herself.
As he paced around her she did not watch him till he soothed his Gate Keeper. Then she turned, the dark robes twisting about. Watching him with dark eyes she raised a elegant brow. "When did your brothers ever like anything that may be in agreement with you? Do they not strip you of your wife in penitence?" A fair point she noted, the risk was deadly. Even to one such as she. But it was required, and for her people she would do such. "A risk is little compared to what you will face, or will you face it? There are many paths, Hades. One may lead all to happiness- of a sort, while another may destroy us all." Turning away she felt a certain satisfaction. A warning delivered, whether he heeded it or not was the real question.
Apollo
The Sun. The glorious Sun. Apollo perched in his temple, enjoying the worship that came his way. The most perfect and strongest of the Gods, all the Gods, according to him. Though something bothered the Sun God. Women threw themselves upon his alter, men pleaded and offered their fortunes for his favor. But there was no challenge. No hope of breaking some poor mortal's raw strength. Wars were being fought for Mars, Jupiter, Neptune. Roman patrons did little for a 'beardless youth' as their Greek cousins had not. Greek Rulers had offered their own daughters and beauty. "How pathetic." He growled in that deep, sun kissed voice as a woman laid pitiful flowers on his altar. Where gold and gems should be flowing. But it was flowers, blood, petty offerings that did not appease him.
Closing golden eyes he could remember his mother brushing his hair as they graced Rome. "My perfect son! Soon you shall sit the throne to all the world. Mortal and God alike will bow before you." Leto had preened. His sister, his dark shadow. Of little notice to him, to those who feasted his eyes upon him. He was not a God of the Sun. He was the God of the Sun. He would take this world and make it in his image. Zeus was a old man. A old fool. Moving out of the temple he walked across the Sands of Egypt with a bold cry. "I AM Ra! I am the only God of the Sun! There is no one better and there will never be!" He laughed loudly as the sun flared above, emulating his arrogance.
Of average height with pale skin from Skyrim's snowy atmosphere. With amber-brown eyes, she has a arrow straight nose that she is wickedly proud of. A dainty mouth and chin speaking of aristocracy. With hair that matches a raven wing, she generally wears a hood and robes when not on duty, and armor of light leather when on. Though the style and type depend upon what she wishes for that particular day. She also wears a amulet matching her house.
Occupation
Upfront Mage, Undercover Theif
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Personality
Sly, cunning, and very bored. Alysse enjoys excitement and adventure, something she's worked into her life. She will often give charity to the homeless beggars and orphans. Often buying drinks, while picking the pockets of the drunk patrons behind their backs. Alysse never does something for one reason, unless there is a good reason for it. She has little trust towards Imperials and Altmer, and not due to the war but rather taxes. For all her giving nature, she's a skint flint.
Background
Born to a pair of traveling traders, Alysse's parents were very successful often moving in the high circles of nobility with their wares. However, Alysse was not content with a life of travel and routine dances with each trade. After begging her mother after her father was killed in a bandit raid, Alysse was allowed to study mage craft. Already a adept thief from time spent bored, she kept up her practice on the mages while she studied. After several years she left and fled moved to Skyrim and Falkreath. Now she spends her time running a small apothecary with the local herbalist, and working her magic for the local populace. At night she runs about the town causing a bit of mischief and taking a trinket or two for her own amusement.
Positive Traits
One:
She is very good at Sneaking. Being able to slip through the shadows of forest or a busy street unnoticed. It comes from slipping away from her mother and Mage teachers.
Two:
She's also very good at Conjuring to call up bow, sword or daggers. Never trusting a weapon to be in easy reach since her father's death. She was the top Apprentice in it.
Three:
The last skill she enjoys is lock picking. It's a art she enjoys and perfected. Often sneaking a extra coin from her mother's lock box to get a sweet roll.
Negative Traits
One:
Alysse has a habit of having to steal the extremely rare and valuable. Anything she wants, she'll go after it till she has it.
Two:
She is terrified of chaurus. To the point she freezes up, her magic failing her.
Three:
She also has a weakness for books. Enjoying collecting them to read and stash away for later.
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Affiliates
Her mother Kethryveris Lathronein lives, running caravans across Tamriel. She dislikes her daughter's choice of work and would rather have her studying or with the caravan. For all her happy-go-lucky attitude, she has few friends outside of the Thieve's Guild, and most there are nothing but acquaintances.
Of average height with pale skin from Skyrim's snowy atmosphere. With amber-brown eyes, she has a arrow straight nose that she is wickedly proud of. A dainty mouth and chin speaking of aristocracy. With hair that matches a raven wing, she generally wears a hood and robes when not on duty, and armor of light leather when on. Though the style and type depend upon what she wishes for that particular day. She also wears a amulet matching her house.
Occupation
Upfront Mage, Undercover Theif
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Personality
Sly, cunning, and very bored. Alysse enjoys excitement and adventure, something she's worked into her life. She will often give charity to the homeless beggars and orphans. Often buying drinks, while picking the pockets of the drunk patrons behind their backs. Alysse never does something for one reason, unless there is a good reason for it. She has little trust towards Imperials and Altmer, and not due to the war but rather taxes. For all her giving nature, she's a skint flint.
Background
Born to a pair of traveling traders, Alysse's parents were very successful often moving in the high circles of nobility with their wares. However, Alysse was not content with a life of travel and routine dances with each trade. After begging her mother after her father was killed in a bandit raid, Alysse was allowed to study mage craft. Already a adept thief from time spent bored, she kept up her practice on the mages while she studied. After several years she left and fled moved to Skyrim and Falkreath. Now she spends her time running a small apothecary with the local herbalist, and working her magic for the local populace. At night she runs about the town causing a bit of mischief and taking a trinket or two for her own amusement.
Positive Traits
One:
She is very good at Sneaking. Being able to slip through the shadows of forest or a busy street unnoticed. It comes from slipping away from her mother and Mage teachers.
Two:
She's also very good at Conjuring to call up bow, sword or daggers. Never trusting a weapon to be in easy reach since her father's death. She was the top Apprentice in it.
Three:
The last skill she enjoys is lock picking. It's a art she enjoys and perfected. Often sneaking a extra coin from her mother's lock box to get a sweet roll.
Negative Traits
One:
Alysse has a habit of having to steal the extremely rare and valuable. Anything she wants, she'll go after it till she has it.
Two:
She is terrified of chaurus. To the point she freezes up, her magic failing her.
Three:
She also has a weakness for books. Enjoying collecting them to read and stash away for later.
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Affiliates
Her mother Kethryveris Lathronein lives, running caravans across Tamriel. She dislikes her daughter's choice of work and would rather have her studying or with the caravan. For all her happy-go-lucky attitude, she has few friends outside of the Thieve's Guild, and most there are nothing but acquaintances.
@Zahrale I want proof about these Anubites, I haven't heard of them. And yes, they fall under a created class of demons. So it would be viable and possible and PM me what your planning, dang it! You're killing me here, Souless-Red head! (Yes I can call him that, I've known him for years)
Basically, what you need to know about me. I work full time and do have things I need to do outside of replying to RPing. Though generally I will reply at least once a week on a slow week, and every damn second I get a chance if I'm really into the Rp. It depends on how interested and inspired I am. The more I find it intriguing and interesting the more I will post and the faster. Especially when we can talk over ideas and still work with our characters in an organic way. I can play multiple characters at once and have them be diverse in their views, background, and actions. This means I can also hold up several different storylines at once, though I may need a break every now and then. I can Rp here, on Google Doc, and discord. Though the middle is preferred if you want to do something that is going to take up some space.
For the more fancy information? I own two cats, read a book a week, and probably know ever line of Lord of the Rings.
What I want from a partner and vice versa!
Communication! If you are having problems with something or see something that you think I should change, please tell me. I won't say I will change it or be able to agree but I will listen. I will also point out why something is the way it is. I don't like it when people disappear on me and give no reason as to why. Those reasons help me improve and get better this I would like to hear them. This also means I'll speak up to you about things. Not only is this for the Role Play but I'll also do this while hashing out characters or a plot.
Well Thought out Posts! A few sentences doesn't cut it! I can give someone at least three well put together paragraphs (if not more) if I'm given the same. While I won't say that I will write out more than that, I will try to. Basically the more you give me to respond to, then I can return the favor.
Grammar! Please be conscious of what good grammar is! I am not a grammar nazi, but I don't care for half baked sentences and awkward wording that makes me ask in the OOC what you are trying to say.
Long Term! Though I don't mind short term, to be honest. I want the story to go somewhere, but I don't want it to be rushed and wound up quickly. Draw it out. Make problems happen. Grow and develop our characters and enjoy it!
Play male or female! I can play either, but I will warn that I play females better than guys for obvious reasons! Though if your looking for a romance between your girl and my guy? I'd discourage it. Most of my male characters are either gay, or they have zero commitment. Though this has been proven untrue several times, I have to be truly interested in the plot to dedicate to playing a male romancing a female as my main character.
I don't do the whole "Grounded, so I couldn't get on"! 18+ If you need to take a break, or get busy with life. Sick, family member died, exams, whatever. Please just drop me a Private Message with the fact that you are going to be gone for a bit and whether or not you'd like to continue the RolePlay later! I can chill on a RolePlay for months and pick it up fairly well after those months. It make take me a minute to get my character's feel again, but unless I've changed drastically. I'll manage.
Language and Gore! Which are both something I got over a long time ago in books. I'm not going to start complaining now. It's a part of life and happens.
No Over Powered characters! It's not fun for me, or for you. End of story.
Original Races are acceptable as well! But please, fill me in about the race. Do not suddenly make something up because of this or that simply because the plot isn't going the way you want. Logical and reasonable races interest me. Races that are made up so you have something to sate your special snowflake do not interest me.
Keeping OOC and IC separate! I like a story that I can read and will flow as it helps me recapture my character and see the growth and development. Out of Character chat interrupts that and a second chat for that helps me keep things straight and neat.
Open to most plots. If I'm not open to one it's generally because I'm just not in the mood and I don't want to give you a half thought out Rp, when I'm not feeling it. If you do throw a plot idea at me however? I'll generally hear you out and if it takes my fancy I'll join you! You don't know til you ask after all!
Disappearances! I don't like being ghosted. It's rude and honestly? It just is irritating. Especially when people are in the middle of a RolePlay! Also, should I disappear- (Admittedly I do from time to time. We all have a life off of this.)- please poke the ever living crap out of my PMs til I do. It generally is that I get busy with a pet project and posting gets forgotten. So please, please, prod the crap out of me!
Where I operate!I operate on PM, Threads, Discord and other ways. Will only respond to interested parties if they Private Message me for sake of keep the post count to my bumps.
Role Play Plot and Such!
Fandoms:
Star Wards Throne of Glass Court of Thorn and Roses A song of Fire and Ice (Game of Thrones) Lord of the Rings (and all related too) Valdemar Universe Belgariad Dragon Age Tir Alainn Trilogy
Pairings:
God x Human Vampire x Human/Vampire/Hunter Werewolf x Human/Werewolf/Hunter Dragon x Dragon/Human Solas x Inquistor Witch x Hunter Demon x Summoner Sith x Sith/Jedi Various other Pairings!
Looking for a Roleplay based around:
Vampires
Plot Ideas!
Victorian England or any Victorian themed fantasy land. The charm of a cozy little town lures a sense of false security. A Vampire hating Hunter, You, receives word of a Vampire- a Lord of all things- taking up residence and go to deal with the problem. Unfortunately things are not all what they seem. The vampire is already dead or dying when you arrive, spitted on the fence of the abandoned home overlooking the town he's taken up living in. The house is filled with horrors, and other vampires. Though why a Lord is dead already and what they were doing in a small town could lead to a terribly large amount of trouble. The plot centers around a Hunter and Vampire who get embroiled in the games of a vampire court who plan to unleash a plague of horrors upon the humans for sport. Any thoughts or ideas are welcome!
Two ways to go about this, an ancient vampire wakes up and seeks to find and awaken his Sire. Alistair however has an unfortunate curse upon him. He cannot awaken without the blood of a direct descendent, which would be hard to track down. You either wake up to this, unaware of the changes of the twenty-first century, or you have been searching for a while. Either way, you stumble across the tiny Irish-descendent tailor, Alice Lynch, who runs the Timeless Tailor and is estranged from her wealthy family. Convincing her one way or another the two of you set off to revive the ancient vampire... When there are those out there who do not want such to even be a thought.
Open to other ideas, plots, just message them to me. Note, I am looking for a bit of romance-perhaps! It doesn't and shouldn't be the center of the rp completely and then there's the character compatibility!
Characters
Available
Name: Dynatos Qoute:"Isn't that delightful? I'm sickened by it." Race: Werewolf (or Wolf Shadow (A race I made with it's own perks)) Sexuality: Gay Appearance: A tawny young man of medium height. He has reddish-brown hair that is generally shaggy. Though his notable features are the golden eyes of his race and slightly pointed ears. Most who see him consider him a pretty boy type. Though his looks are belying. Personality: He is rather depressive. Looking at the negative side of life with a sort of sick glee. Though he has a habit of challenging anything and everything that moves. Assured in his own cocky, sneering, arrogance. He despises weakness, but this all is for a very good reason. As Dynatos is considered weak by his pack and himself. So he plays the Alpha, while being no such thing at heart.
Name: Quarriia Do'ana Alias: Nyra Ne'era, Nyra Do'ana, The Black Rose Age: 120~ Race: Half-Drow, Other (Please shout if the Other is a problem. As she's from a world I created, the race is something that Nyra doesn't learn about for many many years yet and it's argue-able that it's not a race so much as a cult.) Appearance: She has the general features of her Drow kin, save her skin is a lighter grey twinged liberally with human pink. With a nose that looks like it's been broken at least once before- having a slight bump in the bridge. Her eyes are a chilling green and her face is surprisingly cat like in appearance. Though her hair is often black, the true color is a pale silver.
Personality: She trusts no one, and nothing at any point in time and with good reason after her husband tried to kill her and rip her unborn child from her womb. Why? Because she was merely 'half' Drow. Something her family had sought to keep secret. Nyra loves being a thief and killer. Delighting in the thrill and the rush of danger. Even the pain of a fight can only make her all the more delighted, but it's the adrenaline that gets her going. To walk the line of life and death. A result of Elaug's torture, and her struggle over the past few years. But as much as she enjoys the danger her daughter's lot in life has come first. This makes Nyra careful and death is something she cannot yet accept while her child needs her. But she is a wary woman whose trust is earned.
Background:Nyra's mother arranged for her to marry Elaug-aste to bind the up and coming male to their clan. Which worked, Elauge doted on his his new wife and she upon him. Nyra- Quarriia then- enjoyed the riches of the Drow life and as one of the elder daughters of her Priestess mother. But when Quarriia was with her first child her secret of being mere half-Drow came to light in a feud between her mother and a rebellious sister who wanted Elaug for herself. Elaug hated humans, elves, and such with a passion and this now was directed at his wife who he believed deceived him.
Nyra spent weeks under imprisonment and torture under her former lover's hands. But when he revealed his plan to rip the babe from her womb, Nyra spied her chance and broke free of her prison and fled the caverns of her home to the surface. There she lived on the run as beggar, thief, killer and whore. Doing what she could to keep her daughter and herself safe and to stay ahead of the Drow male who hunted them. After several years she had become incredibly skilled and was naturally talent at being a rogue. Coming to Riftenhold, she siezed a abandoned manor in the middling district and made a name for herself as the Black Rose. A notorious thief and hired assassin. Protecting business from thief for a share of their profit, and taking money from the thirteen ruling families of Riftenhold (A council system since become utterly corrupt) to kill off political enemies. Though few can connect the Black Rose and Nyra Ne'era. The alias she now goes by. But with a growing child, a house to try to keep up enough to house said child safely. The woman has been forced to look for help in maintaining her home and protecting her young. The latter something caused her search to gain such notoriety.
Rhapsody DeFluer
"Common sense means 'sense that was formerly known as common'."
~Age~
25
~Weight/Height~
5 foot, 6 inches/ 145 pounds
~Profession~
Historical Researcher/Archaeologist
~Personality~
Rhapsody love ancient things as much as she loves books. Snippy, snarky and completely assured of herself and where her life is going. Rhapsody can be utterly childish at times, though show her someone who threw shade at her work or friends and she will carve the person up in bloody ribbons with her tongue. She's not a woman to take crap from anyone. As is typical with two elder brothers.
~Appearance~
A honey blonde hair with sun tanned skin from her constant hiking and traveling. She has a longer face with a beakish looking nose. Her mouth is constantly in a cocky grin that matches with a stubborn jaw. She generally wears jeans and some form of shirt, not putting much stock in fashion as she sees her looks as nothing overly interesting. "I'm covered in dirt and dust, why bother with the fashion when I can bother with the fads centuries ago?"
~Background~
Born to a average family, on a average street, in a average city. Nothing really stands out in Rhapsody's life aside from two older brother who constantly picked on her, and her love of books. To the point she kicked both siblings out of the basement and claimed it for her own with many bookshelves. She played sports, went to college as soon as she got out of her High school. In college she dove into her studies in language and history and didn't bother to look back. Now with finishing her degree she's preparing to launch her career into the world at a local museum during the fall and winter, and go to dig sites and such in the summer. A promising future. All that is left is to suffer through her last free summer before she starts at the museum.
Name: Mor'ann Arnhar
Faction: Sith
Rank: Acolyte
Species: Human
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Appearance: She looks average, save for a too thin face framed by chin length black hair. With gold-yellow eyes, she often remarked to look like a bird of prey. With a nose that might have been arrow straight if it had not been slightly crooked to one side having been broken once, and her angular face. Aside from that her form is fighter fit and trim. Leaving her to have small curves as her womanly side of nature was suppressed and destroyed. Being more than brutal on herself with training and fighting for survival.
Height: 5 feet 5 inches
Weight: 128 Pounds
Distinguishing Marks: She has a distinctive scar at the corner of her mouth pulling it into a slightly sharper frown.
Force Sensitive: Yes
Lightsaber/Sword Forms: A competent student in the Sorkan form and the Atura form. The only two forms taught by the fascists. She wields no light saber, instead using poles and staves.
Strengths AND Weaknesses: Morann is not very strong, she relies more heavily on speed and her intellect. While her knowledge is limited with technology, history, and culture due to the closed off mainly Human community. She has no knowledge of tactics or battle at all. Though she is very adept at acting, lying, and stealing. She also is very good at fighting in quick and dirty matches with no punch pulled.
Gear: Merely her clothes and several dried foods tucked into a pocket. She wears a basic set of ragged robes.
Personality: Morann is a cold and distant person, keeping her thoughts and feelings to herself. Calculating and quick to the point, she does show some character other than with a snide comment and her sharp tongue. Though she talks little other than to question for intricate details she sees and hears most of what goes on about her. Someone no one would notice, yet someone who would know more than they would let on. She prefers to go unnoticed as just another face since it allows her to avoid trouble with other acolytes and further her own means. Morann denies mercy as a general rule of thumb and if she gives it after someone has angered her, it's more likely to do more harm to the recipient than good. That is not to say however that Morann is all bad, while she walks on the path to the Dark Side she does see some who may be averted from life's crueler path. She will take a step out of her way to help another, only to cover it by completing her own goals. Often times acting more the arrogant, selfish Sith minion who is merely setting up debts for later. A boost to her potential future and a potential ally should she need one. She was quick to learn her earliest lessons as a acolyte and focuses on what she must do rather than what she has done.
Biography: Morann does not know where she was born or to whom. She was raised in a small village-town as a orphan or so she pressumes. Her survival depended on work she could get or supplies she could steal. Drawn into a pool with other children she was taken to a hidden temple and trained with the others to become a Sith acolyte. She learned how to go unnoticed in the middle of a fight with her fellows as they tried to take each other out for a better chance themselves. Over the years she learned more about the temple and village. The village had been founded to deter others from coming to the temple, pretending to be the edge of no where. The other villages about the area also stemmed from the Sith temple, all being buffers to any who would try to perceive the murky depths of the swampy lake. Children who reached an age were sent to the Temple and tested. Very few passed the test but those that did were brought in and tossed with the rest to learn from old holocroms, spoken and written lore passed down through the generations. Through this lore Morann learned quickly that to survive she would have to master everything set before her, so she bent her mind and will to the task. She fought another acolyte and killed him when she lost and he sought her life at his own leasuire. From that she got the scar that marred her lip and learned never to draw out the death of a foe without a fool proof defeat. So Morann grew and fought, watching and listening to the temple as it unfolded like a flower before her and waited till she could crush it into oblivion.
Hello! I'm LadyRunic! But you knew that...
I love most types of Role Play, but by far my favorites are those that are well thought out and worked with. Especially when you can find a group you can work well with. I love books- So many books. It's a running bet that I will become buried under a pile of said objects one day... I'm a tad busy, and when an Rp really catches my interest I'm inpatient for posts. It's like reading a good book and getting stuck on a cliff hanger.
You can generally expect posts regularly once a week if not more.
I've RP'd for the better part of fourteen years, so I can honestly say I have some experience and I've developed the understanding of what I expect of a partner in a one-on-one or a group. I'm also the sort who will speak up and point out something if it looks off or forms a problem to me. I spent most of a year once stuck in a Voice Chat Rp that was hell on Earth, so I'm straight forward when I need to say something. I expect this in return from my Rpers and DMs. I want to improve my writing and love constructive criticism.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Hello! I'm LadyRunic! But you knew that...<br><br>I love most types of Role Play, but by far my favorites are those that are well thought out and worked with. Especially when you can find a group you can work well with. I love books- So many books. It's a running bet that I will become buried under a pile of said objects one day... I'm a tad busy, and when an Rp really catches my interest I'm inpatient for posts. It's like reading a good book and getting stuck on a cliff hanger. <br><br>You can generally expect posts regularly once a week if not more.<br><br>I've RP'd for the better part of fourteen years, so I can honestly say I have some experience and I've developed the understanding of what I expect of a partner in a one-on-one or a group. I'm also the sort who will speak up and point out something if it looks off or forms a problem to me. I spent most of a year once stuck in a Voice Chat Rp that was hell on Earth, so I'm straight forward when I need to say something. I expect this in return from my Rpers and DMs. I want to improve my writing and love constructive criticism.</div>
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