Legion02

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White makes the first move

Isabelle

Location: Isabelle's Dorm room
Mentions: Lorelei Cardoso, Callipe Lee_@Horangi & Alessio Basile_@KZOMBI3

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“EU raises the question on availability of lithium."

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Isabelle’s eyes were going over the absolute deluge of information. The internet didn’t offer such a vast amalgamation of information. She had to make it herself. It screened news sites 24/7. Hunting for keywords. In the 21st-century information’s value went through the roof. Entire wars were fought with 0s and 1s. Despite the cold, calculated, and seemingly uncaring nature of the information gathered by Isabelle’s program, she felt at home with it. Submerged in all the information. To here the random article titles weren’t just a projection of how messy the world was. No she saw a globe covered by neurons. Some big, some small. All were firing constantly. All were connected. Sometimes across oceans. It all made sense to her.

A buzz pulled her from her trance. She checked her phone. Her morning alarm was going. Morning? Already? She turned to look at the screen a bit further. Of course, it was morning. Frankfurt was closing soon. London would close an hour later. Isabelle's room sometimes felt disconnected from time itself. It was always dark, save for the digital glow of the screens. "Another night of no sleep." Isabelle sighed. She glanced over at the literal pile of books and paper. At least she was ahead of the coursework. A small voice inside wished Dr. Yoshinaga would ease up a little. But she suppressed it. It wasn't hard. Hers would never be an easy life. By now she would have to accept that.

She spun her chair again to face the screens. With a few key presses the program – like a grimoire – sealed itself again. Ready to be opened again only with the right password. There really was only one person she was afraid would steal it. It wasn't in Alessio's nature to steal. But then again, he had done so before. This program was one of the few ways she could be better than him, and she wouldn't let him take something valuable from her again. After that, she shoved her rolly-wheeled desk chair back, leaned backward, and rubbed her eyes.

Morning brought dawn, and dawn brought people. And people were messy, frightening creatures. Isabelle didn’t like most of them. They were always talking about something unnecessary like going to a party or who to ask on a date. Pretending like it all wasn’t just the basest of instinct to survive and procreate that drove them. That which they called love was nothing but a bunch of chemicals in their brain making them happy and giddy. And because of that, they say ‘I do’ and choose to live miserably for twenty-five years. Why did life insist that she'd have to share the same space with them for at least eight hours a day?

And then a small alert pining on her screen caught her attention again.

Miss Fortune had made her first move. Tens of pics were already floating on the internet of the bulletin board. Or was it a bounty board? Might as well be. Isabelle recognized some names. Some she didn’t. Her brother was a target, of course. She had made the list as well. Interesting.

She reached over to the chess game laying beside her and moved a pawn up two squares.

Then she cracked her knuckles and pulled herself back to her computer. Miss Fortune assured anonymity. Which was good when you ended up hurting someone. Of course, Alessio was too perfect to be caught doing something truly painful. The most she had of him right now was a bunch of pics of him being a bit tipsy. Useless, because apparently, people think he looks charming when inebriated. She did have the next best thing. Something that she paid quite a bit of money for, just to make sure the photoshop would be of quality.

She looked at the picture one more time. It had been on the internet for a short while before it was removed. But the base was long enough online for Isabelle to save it. Over the course of the summer, she had it changed. The original showed Lorelei and Alessio kissing. Though considering Lorelei's later posts it appeared whatever they were didn't work out.

Now Isabelle was about to call that a lie. The details weren't too subtle. The scoreboard in the background showed the last match's score together with the date and the name of the visiting team: the Standford Cardinals. A few subtle changes in the background would make it very convincing that Lorelei and Alessio really were kissing just a few days ago.

Isa looked over the picture one more time. In truth she had it made as a contingency during the summer. Just something to cause some trouble early on. That was before Calliope had come back. 'The one that got away'. Now was the best time to use it. To make sure she and Alessio would stay away from each other just a little longer. Buying Isa more time.

"I'm sorry, Lore." She said looking at the picture. "This will hurt him more than it will hurt you." And with a few keystrokes, she had sent in the picture. First blood.

Quite satisfied she leaned back to see her handiwork. But she didn't take too long reveling in her own satisfaction. It was time to open the hunting season on Alessio, and now Calliope the Traitor as well. Perhaps, with a stroke of luck, she would actually find something to break him this year.

Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk. VI

Phelenia

Phelenia

Queen of Life

Aspect
Plants - Scientifically speaking plants are just multi-cell organisms that grow, reproduce, wither and die. Their choices are made through their design. An apple tree makes no conscious decision to produce apples. It simply does because it is designed to flourish in spring and bear offspring in summer. Only slight mutations carried over generations change the working of plants. Not conscious or willful choices.

How these plants grow, reproduce, wither and die is how they are differentiated from each other. Some plants might grow in the absence of sunlight, choosing instead to fuel their growth through a magical or chemical reaction. Others reproduce by spreading pollen to fertilize the seeds of their kin in the air. Some need decades to fully wither, so they seemingly stand strong for ages. And some plants might die in violent explosions when certain concentrations within them reach a terminal level.

With this aspect, Phelenia intends to spread plant life across the world in the form of forests of kelp, grand caves filled with fungi, wide fields of grasses, and clouds of floating algae. It is, however, important to note that she had no desire to subjugate and shape the world to her desire. Phelenia would let her gifts of plant life adapt to the situation.

Persona
At the core of Phelenia lies her innate and fundamental sense of superiority. She knows her kin can create the world. Mold its oceans and continents. They can attempt to seed it with their cycles. But she beautifies it. The life she makes and will make will permeate from the deepest trenches to the highest clouds and even beyond. All natural life will call her ‘mother’. For even if she didn’t make them directly, her creations will make sure this world and all life on it subsists. How could she not be superior over all others except her father?

And she does lord it over others. How could she not? What she makes is beautiful and perfectly adapted to its habitat. In truth though, she seeks validation. Phelenia believes that her beautifying the planet is the will of her father. That means that what she makes has to be beautiful and perfectly adapted. Despite her vanity and the - perhaps misguided - sense of superiority, Phelenia really does care for her creations and those of her kin. But only if they adhere to the world around them. Rebellion or a desire to alter the world to one’s wishes is to incur her wrath. Truly, no civilization can blossom in Phelenia’s garden.

True Form
Phelenia appears as a beautiful maiden at first. She has bark-like skin with hair made of wet kelp and strings of algae. With ever-blossoming flowers of all kinds woven through it. Her dress is made of autumn leaves of all colors. From her back sprout four long, triangular “leaves” that open like an angel’s wings. She has no legs, however. Instead, her bottom half is a tangle of tens of green, lively vines writhing underneath her. Letting her slither through the water like a snake or climb through the forest like she were an octopus. In her presence grasses and plants naturally grow but also wither, as this is the natural fate of all plants. Even the great trees that may stand for centuries.

Musical theme
Still deciding

Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk. VI

Phelenia

Phelenia

Queen of Life

Aspect
Plants - Scientifically speaking plants are just multi-cell organisms that grow, reproduce, wither and die. Their choices are made through their design. An apple tree makes no conscious decision to produce apples. It simply does because it is designed to flourish in spring and bear offspring in summer. Only slight mutations carried over generations change the working of plants. Not conscious or willful choices.

How these plants grow, reproduce, wither and die is how they are differentiated from each other. Some plants might grow in the absence of sunlight, choosing instead to fuel their growth through a magical or chemical reaction. Others reproduce by spreading pollen to fertilize the seeds of their kin in the air. Some need decades to fully wither, so they seemingly stand strong for ages. And some plants might die in violent explosions when certain concentrations within them reach a terminal level.

With this aspect, Phelenia intends to spread plant life across the world in the form of forests of kelp, grand caves filled with fungi, wide fields of grasses, and clouds of floating algae. It is, however, important to note that she had no desire to subjugate and shape the world to her desire. Phelenia would let her gifts of plant life adapt to the situation.

Persona
At the core of Phelenia lies her innate and fundamental sense of superiority. She knows her kin can create the world. Mold its oceans and continents. They can attempt to seed it with their cycles. But she beautifies it. The life she makes and will make will permeate from the deepest trenches to the highest clouds and even beyond. All natural life will call her ‘mother’. For even if she didn’t make them directly, her creations will make sure this world and all life on it subsists. How could she not be superior over all others except her father?

And she does lord it over others. How could she not? What she makes is beautiful and perfectly adapted to its habitat. In truth though, she seeks validation. Phelenia believes that her beautifying the planet is the will of her father. That means that what she makes has to be beautiful and perfectly adapted. Despite her vanity and the - perhaps misguided - sense of superiority, Phelenia really does care for her creations and those of her kin. But only if they adhere to the world around them. Rebellion or a desire to alter the world to one’s wishes is to incur her wrath. Truly, no civilization can blossom in Phelenia’s garden.

True Form
Phelenia appears as a beautiful maiden at first. She has bark-like skin with hair made of wet kelp and strings of algae. With ever-blossoming flowers of all kinds woven through it. Her dress is made of autumn leaves of all colors. From her back sprout four long, triangular “leaves” that open like an angel’s wings. She has no legs, however. Instead, her bottom half is a tangle of tens of green, lively vines writhing underneath her. Letting her slither through the water like a snake or climb through the forest like she were an octopus. In her presence grasses and plants naturally grow but also wither, as this is the natural fate of all plants. Even the great trees that may stand for centuries.

Musical theme
Still deciding

Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk. VI

I'm interested.

♔ ♕ 𝐇𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞

John Brooke

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John’s life so far has mostly been a spotless record of joy and happiness. With the sole exception that his mother ran away when he was five. As a teen, he grew fast and hard, which turned out to be a dream for his father, Alexander Brooke, who imagined John take up his legacy as an NFL football player. Over his teenage years, Johnathan played for his High School team. Said team won the state championship in his senior year. Some would argue this is because of John battering ramming through the opposition defense like three times to let the QB through. After that, half the West Coast colleges wanted to recruit him.

While John’s father didn’t go to Oakwood, the Brooke Family had over the years made the right donations and contributions to the school to reserve a spot at the school’s Division One football team. A choice the school would not regret taking. As John’s athletic ability somehow improved even more. Several wins were attributed, in part, to his ability to break down the defense. Off the field, coaches mark him as beneficial to team cohesion and united performance. Though it has been noted that he is somewhat absent in the classroom.

Isabelle Basile

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Isabelle was born in the shadows of her brothers. Even from a young age, she was ignored. Her mother always dotted over her twin, while her father was too busy running the business. For years she didn’t know what to do with herself. In her early teenage years, she finally found a way to find the acknowledgment she so desperately craved. Good grades earned a proud smile from her dad. It didn’t take long for her to become obsessed over her own achievements after that breakthrough. Four heavy, taxing years later and Isabelle sat on the podium upon graduation. Throwing daggers - as Salutatorian - towards her Valedictorian brother giving his speech.

Up until then, her brother had been a thorn in her side just by existing. In their first year at Oakwood that frustration exploded on Isabelle’s side. Her brother was everything she wasn’t. He was everyone's favorite, charming and charismatic. And despite acting as if nothing matters, he still got good grades! Many lonely nights Isabelle seethed over her brother in front of a screen. Computers were easy. Everything was either one or zero. Data didn’t lie. An algorithm couldn’t let her down.

Still, she fought on. Trying to get her grades better up. In an effort to one-up her brother she even took up a minor with her double major. Of course, she didn’t make many friends at college but she didn’t care for fleeting social status. She didn’t - until Miss Fortune saw it necessary to humiliate her in her Sophomore year at OIC. Last year had ended in hell for Isabelle. Yet this year she's back with a dangerous fire in her eyes.

Charles Corbyn

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Descension {A Modern God RP}

(I'll use the yellow color to mark what she says in RP cause I think the red will make it bad to read. But switching the two colors here makes it really ugly)

Inanna || Queen of Heaven

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Inanna

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𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙏𝙔 & 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉𝘼

Emeraude Toubia | #9e0b0f

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Descension {A Modern God RP}

Hel || Goddess of Helheim

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𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙏𝙔 & 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉𝘼

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Descension - A Modern God RP

Here we go again!

Avalia

Leviathan

Leviathan ⋆ Unknown ⋆ None ⋆ Demon

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Appearance

Height:

6'1"

Weight:

150 pounds

Hair Color:

None, no hair

Eye Color:

Orange

Skin Tone:

Pale blue

Monsterous form

Leviathan's monstrous form is instantly recognizable. From head to the tip of his tentacles he measures 60 meters, though his actual body stretches to about 25 meters. His top half looks humanoid, with two arms and three fingers and a thumb on each hand. His skin is the same as his humanoid form: pale blue. His head is humanoid as well, but instead of a mouth he has tentacles (like a beard) with a circular maw nestled between them. He is 'naked' but protected by a stone-like carapace. From his middle down he has eight squid-like tentacles powerful enough to latch onto ships.

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Psychology

Likes:

⋆ Serenity
⋆ Ocean
⋆ Dark

Dislikes:

⋆ Sun
⋆ Land
⋆ Civilization

Fears:

⋆ The Unknowable End
⋆ The Ocean-ruining Drought
⋆ The Gods

Sexuality:

None

Personality:

Leviathan is a creature older than the memory of elves. In that time he has rarely sought contact with others, even of his own kin. He is fond of his solitude and zealously protects it. There is little he wants from the surface world. Where everything is flat and boring. This makes them selfish above all. And mean above all. He cares little for others than themself and will not willingly cast themself in danger's way to protect another.

With age comes patience. This is a truth not reserved to only the elves. The immortal demons know this as well. Like the ocean, Leviathan can be calm and collected. Even during the most stressful situations. Some who know of them would even say he is utterly devoid of temper. This is untrue. However, his temper does not flare like mortal emotions would permit it. It slumbers eternal. Leviathan holds ageless grudges which he will rectify against a great-grandchild if mortality took the original transgressor. Some would say that makes them patient. This is a misconception. Time flows "different" for Leviathan. Centuries pass in a blink of an eye. While a day can feel like a lifetime to them under the "right" circumstances. His actions are neither brave nor cowardly for he has no concept of either of those options. To them, there simply is and is not. He does not suffer anxiety or nervousness either. However, Leviathan can suffer fear. Which is a rare event indeed. Becuase of all of these things Leviathan can seem to be react slowly to rapidly unfurling events.

But he is cunning. Agelessly cunning. In ancient days many ships perished because of him. Taken to the deepest voids of the world by traps the monster had laid years before. Leviathan is, however, not very charismatic. At best he speaks slow and boringly. At worst the sentences he makes are utter gibberish. They have never been inspiring or frightening. Fear he prefers to invoke through his actions. Still, the demon of the deep has a strange, dark, and cruel sense of humor. One that rarely aligns with any other living creature. Many scholars of all races have theorized that Leviathan is actually quite mad. Raving zealots insist that he simply possesses insight beyond that of mortals. Both points are valid. Leviathan is a strange creature, known for bursts of activity before returning to peace for a while again.

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Background

Occupation

Demon of the Deep

Living Immediate Family Members:

Lilith (maybe, perhaps, who knows?)

Dead Immediate Family Members:

None known

Current Companions:

None known

Current and Past Lover(s):

None known

History:

Leviathan does remember his birth or most of his life. It’s all adrift in a sea of memories. Some false, some true, some premonitions and some omens. However, he vividly remembers being pulled into a foreign sea some two centuries ago by a force he did not yet know. In those seas he stuck to the depths, making his lair at the bottom of a trench and chasing away any natural life away from it. Leviathan chose to dream and see for the most part there. Though sometimes he felt as if a force was calling him up. Whenever he rose from the depths he did so to answer a storm’s call. Black clouds blotted out the wretched sun. There, on the surface, he often found wayward ships lost in the storm that summoned him. He tore those ships asunder. Leaving nobody alive.

The monster of the deep did not know dark or light elves by then. They were all simply peons for him to consume. That changed when the first force, the one that called him into these seas, called him again. Levaithan swam towards Daka. There, on the cliffside, he found a dark elf of immense power. The two exchanged words for what seemed like days. Until the foreign force bound Leviathan to him. Since then, the demon has been laying dormant on the bottom of the ocean. Waiting for the clarion call.

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Combat and Magic:

Humanoid form / Monsterous form
Strength: 3 / 10+
Speed on Land: 3 / 1
Speed in Air: 0 / 0
Speed in the water: 5 / 7
Magical Ability: 9 / 6
Dexterity: 3 / 7
Weapon Proficiency: 2 / 0
Stealth: 0 / 7

Subspecies:

Demon of the deep

Abilities:

Leviathan's magical power differs between his two forms. As a monster, he bears the title 'Stormcaller', amongst the mortal races. This is somewhat of a misnomer as he does not in fact bring or create actual storms. Subconsciously he can control the waters around him, allowing him to swim much faster than a creature of his size should be able to swim. In an existing storm, his presence will often make it worse. However if the sky is blue with no clouds, he cannot summon a one.

As a humanoid, he has a more focused and controlled dominion over water. He can pull it up and cast it around. However, the effects compared to his monstrous form are very limited. However, he claims that as a humanoid he is closer in touch with the Dark Moon. Not the Halastrian Moon but a third one. Unseen except for those who have the Sight. A sight not given by eyes but by visions. Whether this 3rd moon truly exists or not is unprovable, but Leviathan insists that it gives him visions. Visions from the possible pasts, presents, and futures. Possible, being the keyword. For he might see visions of a past that never was or a future that cannot come to pass. It doesn't help that he words his "insights" in insane manners, often sounding like a rambling lunatic.

Avalia

Xenelith

Time: Early Dawn
Location: Somewhere in the outer edges of the Sun Kingdom
Mentions: Nobody

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“What is happening? Someone tell me something!” Galius, the light elf officer, barked as he and his troops raced their horses across the dirt path. Solaris was starting to peak over the woodland canopy horizon in the east. But in the north they saw something else: a red glow and pillars of smoke rising.

“Dark elves!” One of the communicators said as he just finished up the holographic transmission. Tension grew in the group. The attack would have started mere minutes after the declaration. Had the dark elves been on Avalia already?

The officer grit his teeth. They weren’t supposed to get down here so fast. His beloved Aurius was still in the village. Why did the fool insist on gathering herbs here!? Gallius had to reach the village in time. He would not let his love get slaughtered by these animals. So he dug his spurs even deeper into his steed “Yah!”.

They came around the corner of the forest’s path. The officer could almost see the fires. The firelight’s glow could be seen in between the tree trunks and the smell of dirty smoke was thick in the air. They were close.

But a figure was waiting for him as they rounded the corner. A figure dressed in full metal armor, with his hands resting on the cross guard of his massive sword that stood with its tip on the ground. Though he looked ready for whoever was about to come around that bend. A shiver went down the officer’s spine. In the red firelight shadows seemed… longer.

“I have been waiting for you.”

The figure said, his voice metallic from the helmet. What monster had the dark elves created? The officer stopped. A moment later his bodyguard stopped right behind him as well. Horses were restlessly walking around. Kicking up dust. The officer drew his ancestral sword. “I was taught to ask the name of whoever I fight.” He said as he pulled on his reigns to calm his horse down. For now the animal obeyed, though he could feel its frightful breaths underneath him.

“Honorable.”

Gallius couldn’t figure out if the figure was mocking him or speaking truthfully. For a second it was quiet. The officer could hear the crackling of flames in the distance. No, this thing would not give his name. Maybe he didn’t have one. What did it matter? Only Aurius counted. He charged forward, sword down to the side, ready for an upwards swing. One fell sweep, that’s all he needed. Closer… closer… closer! Swing!

Something happened. He heard an animalistic scream. Then saw the twilight sky above. He felt weightless. Then the earth’s pulling force gripped him again as he fell down hard. Pain shot through his body. The officer blinked. He was on the ground. With a wet flop, the head of his horse fell beside him. Behind him he heard the sound of a sharp edge cutting the air. He rolled away. Something next to him kicked up dust.

He got up, just in time. The hulking blade slammed into where he was not even a second ago. Despite its size, it moved fast. The officer looked around. Shadows were growing longer for sure now. Another overhead swing came down for him. Too late! He moved his blade to block it. Better a chipped blade than spilled guts.

In one fell swoop the armored warrior cleaved down upon Gallius. The ancestral sword that had tasted dark elven blood a millennium ago was split in twain like it was but a twig. Its victor, the black hulking sword tore through the officer like he was made of butter. In a second his bisected corpse flopped as two pieces onto the ground.

The warrior looked over at the horses that grew more nervous than ever. The soldiers they carried looked wide-eyed. Then valor overtook them. They drew their blades. “For Solaris! For the king!” They shouted holding their swords and spears up high. The warrior raised his hand as they began to charge him. He let them get closer. Closer.

He clenched his fist. The horses whined. Soldiers went flying and falling off of their dying steeds. They barely got up, dazed from the crash. Then the second volley fell.