Leviathan

Chronicle: Second Ascended

alrighty, I'll get to typing a post.

Oakenheim (Modern Supernatural RP)

Raven kept piqued doe eyes on Corey for a brief moment as he entered in a mellow manner. She would have spoken yet another much less easy going burst through the door. Raven squinted eyes at the loud noise and crossed her arms in ire. Sudden deafening noises were gravely unwarranted; being startled was something she did not like and this would be the second time today it had happened. Oddly enough the petite girl was easily prone to jumping but this was the only thing that seemed to cause her panic—as of yet. Cloudy eyes watched as the note slid across the floor before coming to a halt. A brow then arched toward the male with an eye patch covering a golden orb. From first glance he seemed intimidating but Raven could care less about imposing appearances, usually these beings were the opposite of what they tried to portray. This room certainly held a neat little package of personalities so far, what fun would the days ahead hold? She could only imagine and smirk lightly at the prospects of it all. With that aside everyone continued to speak but her attention was drawn back to the ruggedly handsome newcomer. Ever since he entered all the talk of sacrifice and blood went in one ear and out the other. Usually she would have thrown two cents in but from his square jawline, broad shoulders, and intense hazel hues one could not bypass such allure and not stare. Of course she had seen him passing before and was instantly taken by his characteristics--though his first impression was a little lackadaisical. Pixie most likely hindered that as well, breathing in a lung full of smoke would cause anyone to lash out yet he remained calm. Hmm. Raven listened as Kanoa spoke about a vanished boy she had never met, eyes dancing from the president to that man who caused a circular void in the desk. Pearly front teeth bit down upon the bottom of her peach colored lip, restraining a giggle. At first she thought he purposely removed the structure but he seemed utterly distraught afterward, which she found inconveniently cute. It was a cuss word that made Raven glance up to Maxwell who agreed to lend his assistance. Raven really had nothing else to do beside stay inside and study anatomy. A real life mystery may be fun, and no one had ever asked for her help before least of all sought her out. “Fascinating.” Raven said candidly. “When do we begin?” Not finding questions necessary at this moment her words were brief and she was more than willing to tag along.

Oakenheim (Modern Supernatural RP)

Cory being an ex-soccer player was actually purely coincidental, weird though.

@Klaudus

drat, yeah disregard. XD but ex-soccer player with a leg injury, coincidental indeed.

Legends of Auriga

@Ezrath and Leviathan, I just changed something up in the Rules & Expectations so you may wanna glance over that.

@OneEyedChurro

kk, got cha chief. ^^

There won't be too many encounters where enemies are way out of reach :).

@OneEyedChurro

welp, Asriyah will be screwed then because she's basically all range. I am giving her a weapon though, for last minuet slaughter should she need it.

Legends of Auriga

i am going to get this damn cs finished so help me. -determined face-

Oakenheim (Modern Supernatural RP)

oh mai, @Klaudus are you Raven's 'soccor guy'?! the one she helped on her way to the occult club?? because that would be AWESOME! otherwise please disregard this message, heh. :3 got a little excited...

Oakenheim (Modern Supernatural RP)

Raven turned her attention to the hooded boy with interest in what he had to say but cocked her head to the side slightly as he stopped midsentence. Curled lashes blinked a few times as he proceeded to draw his body inward as if trying to disappear. Surely baked goods were not cause for alarm but perhaps he had a traumatizing accident in the kitchen with a high speed blender a year past? ‘How awful’ she thought before scanning over the scene a bit more. An overwhelming aura of suffering loomed and surrounded this ill-fated being, how could Raven just leave him to this wretched device? Even if she could not dissolve his troubles fully she could attempt it, at least though she wondered if he would even be willing to let her help. Before any attempt could be made another student arrived donning a pixie cut and cigarette in mouth pursed. An air of confidence followed this one yet arrogance could easily replace the previous word. The Lolita did not mind however, regardless of her own girly appearance Raven could adapt to anyone’s personality. There were few she clashed with especially since she came across as so submissively happy-go-lucky, an assumed people pleaser no doubt. “Actually dark chocolate and vanilla bean.” Raven corrected with a nod though her smile waned while glancing back to the anxious boy. Pixie’s smoke hovered in the dense air a surprisingly pleasant flowery bouquet and reminded her of the Lavender Honey cupcakes she had tried baking once before. Those were alright, a bit bland but organic none-the-less. Raven loved all things natural yet one would not be able to tell from her dolled up appearance. While reminiscing about goodies the door cracked ajar once again, and a male entered without speaking straight away. Instead of words a cupcake entered his mouth via flight and Raven could not help but grin with contentment as two were enjoying the treats currently. Mid-cupcake Kanoa decided to intervene with the hunched over male, and a startled Raven jumped ever so slightly as a piece of paper was smacked onto the possessed forehead. This seemed to do the trick as the hooded boy’s eye faded back to a normal hue instead of liquid silver. For now, there was no need to disrupt the seal as all seemed under control—presently. A few heated words were spoken by the pupil known as Maxwell who seemed unenthused with this whole ordeal. This did not stop him from introducing himself, along with a few others who demonstrated a small part of their abilities. Each holding unique capabilities, capabilities which could be twisted and used for immoral deeds. “Pleased to meet you too.” She politely responded after witnessing Maxwell’s object manipulation, which seemed handy though his bridge incident was fresh news to her. Next up was the one bedeviled who went by Jackson. His skills highly noticeable to a detectable degree; one would not openly display such possession lest he or she be sent straight to a psychiatric hospital or worse yet--church. Unlike Maxwell, Jackson seemed utterly plagued by his talent and it nearly crippled him. His stutters were evidence of deep torture, he second guessed himself often thus doubling his words. “The best of friends.” Raven chimed in after he was finished and continued on the cupcake, even though he was not able to say the word she could. Raven wore a sweet smile but held a mischievous glint in her eyes. A part of her loved all the anguish; this other half thrived on it like a poisonous oleander for milk. Being near these troubled Supernaturals was exhilarating. All this power and pain in arms reach was almost too good to be true-- yet the side not affected by the leeching spirit desired to help eradicate everyone’s woe. However, all the suffering in this room emitting from each body was almost suffocating Raven. She so wished to step outside to get some fresh air but refused the impulse. The majority of this agony was untouchable so there was little she could do to fix the situation. A sickness began to churn her stomach and she decided to lean her back against a wall, twisting a lock of shiny hair between a thumb and index finger, observing per usual on the next teen. Focusing on Red, easily excitable the one with the fiery hair as she exclaimed in glee at the group and what they could do. The red one shared her tether and how she did not fully comprehend her power just yet. It was refreshing to see how lively and carefree August felt about it. She was not completely torn up by this fact unlike so many of them, including Raven. Speaking of torn, Raven was not sure if she wanted to share a trick or even be in the spotlight. Like a doll placed delicately in an armoire, they were only looked at occasionally and then left alone. People confided in dolls not asked them their secrets. So, should she lie or trust them with vulnerability? Neither. “Hmmm.” A sing song hum came from the quaint black and white dressed female. “I cannot stop thinking about this proposition Kanoa. Do tell.” A curious stance was taken, placing a hand on her hip she waited eagerly to hear the premise.

Chronicle: Second Ascended

I think now would be a great time for a time skip after En posts. ^^

Chronicle: Second Ascended

Sounds good! ^^

Legends of Auriga

WIP, i have more but it's in pieces like Wonka Vision so decided not to add it yet. :3 EDIT: 90% complete

Ardent Mage

Basic

Name:

Eclipsing Asriyah Noor

Faction:

Ardent Mages

Description:

When one hears of Ardent Mages their minds wander to primal recluses and barbaric self-mutilators. Body modification is certainly a demand for them as it’s essential for their practices. Asriyah Noor has many tattoos running over her arms and legs the colors of charcoal, rust, and ivory. Many of the ink are thick blocks or lines, nothing a traveling passerby would be able to decipher. These symbols would not even look like they stood for anything in particular. Unlike the Arden Warlocks with vicious lacerations her scars are not so thoughtlessly placed. They are brands or scarification in designs that accentuate her form and tell a story. Though appearing a youthful young adult Asriyah Noor is reaching a century, only a mere child among her tribe as there are many spanning double her years. Seldom do they feel the sensation of old age creeping upon them as they stay in peek physical form. Dust and magic a key to their assumed immortality but these tortured souls can and do indeed perish. History periodically recalls times of wondering tribes and how soldiers were unnerved with fighting or killing these children of the wastes, though they were not children at all. These desert people also did not fight like novice adolescents but with great intensity and power, a true sight to behold albeit savage. Aside from applied aesthetics like blood red tribal makeup around her eyes Asriyah Noor is not as tan as the majority of fellow Ardent mages. The desert spell caster does hold a light bronze luster like that of her entrancing crystalline hues. Layers of wavy raven tresses are scattered with ivory strands, and her form is statuesque. Having little need of muscles her figure holds appealing womanly curves.

Personal

Personality:

Known as Berserk Warmongers or The Wrathful Spellbound; not particularly flattering names yet they hold truth. Rage fills every inch of Asriyah Noor though no one would be able to detect it until they witnessed her in combat or unless they were expert observers. In spite of their abilities Asriyah Noor and her fellow Mages remain emotionless or stoic on an almost unnerving degree. Saving any energy for magical practices or war they feel as if emotions are wasted stamina. However, Asriyah Noor was also chosen to join the Tribune because of her tolerant and enlightened mind. Unlike many of the Ardent Mages their views will not be altered or changed, and she is more likely to cooperate with the other leaders.

Goals/Fears:

Many of the notable leaders who have become infamous for their deeds have left the clan in search of selfish gain. She is afraid of the Nurur’na or curse that will eventually befall her, and that the rage will consume her until she wishes for death or destroys everything in her path. To avoid the stigma of the past she wishes to cleanse their names and hopefully unify the Ardent Mages. Anything she can learn on this journey can and will go towards the betterment of the clan, however, revenge is also an underlining factor. Destroying the Necrophages is her one true desire. Auriga must be preserved if she is to see this happen.

Background:

Born a nomadic nobody from a dying clan of Besrani people Asriyah Noor knows the hard labors of poor uncultivated life. Struggling from day to day, wondering if she would ever see adult years due to constant feuds with many usurpers wanting to capture them as slaves. Doomed from the start it was only a matter of time before death was imminent for herself and the tribe, and as foreseen that fateful day approached. Their faction was too feeble, their numbers were too small, and the majority killed off by a rouge group of Necrophages lead by Rot Touch--a horrid play on words of what he was capable of. Night terrors and insomnia were a constant in affect toward the gruesome sights witnessed, children consumed, and injury endured. Asriyah Noor contemplated taking her own life many times but something had ignited along this nightmare, a flame of fury that kept her breathing. Enduring the emotional and physical pain, in hindsight she should give thanks to the Necrophages for building up her tolerance to such suffering, for it came in handy when joining the Ardent Mages.

Combat/Travel

Equipment:

What makes Asriyah Noor an easy target or something to be feared is her lack of weapons and armor. She uses magic both defensively and offensively relying on it heavily for combat situations.

• A nearly pristine double edged polearm accompanies her during travels, hardly used the blades are in excellent shape.
• A ragged hood conceals half her face when traveling. She is blind so nothing can obscure her non-existent sight. Her armor is minimal and not made of impenetrable material. Simple leather, cloth, and a few pieces of metal here and there for aesthetic reasons but otherwise her attire is archaic and obsolete.
• Pre-made elixirs one in particular for transient sight. This mixture is limited but helps her perceive her surroundings, which will aid her during this journey. Everything is depicted in a wispy blue, like their dust magic.

Skills:

Range fighter with devastating AOE magic & uses incantations, dust magic, and self-mutilation to invoke spells.

• Prime: Most of the Dust that finds its way into the hands--and bodies--of the races of Auriga is but a mere drop in an ocean. Through extreme pain rituals, Ardent Mages can begin to unlock more of these vast untapped resources.
• Inclination: This branch of Dust magic is focused on bending the will of others. Through such understanding, allies may champion your causes more readily, and enemies will fight with less passion.
• Creation: By ingesting a unique Dust-concoction that brings on searing pains, Mages can dedicate themselves to the art of awareness, and learn how the mind can overcome the limitations of the body.
• Effortless: Ardent Mages can more easily manipulate the magic properties of Dust, changing them into powerful spellcasters.
• Restorative: Ardent Mages are rightly feared for their mastery of the destructive aspects of Dust magic, but it is less well known that intense study of the properties of Dust can lead to curative abilities.

not done yet but i <3 winter.