MaeB

๑ ❝ 𝕮 𝔥 𝔞 𝔯 𝔪 𝔢 𝔡 , 𝕴‘𝔪 𝖘𝔲𝔯𝔢 ❞ ๑ { A Witch’s Tale - RP }

@themaybreezeexcuse me but how do you apply to join this. If it is still open of course.

@Tywell

Thank you so much for your interest! We’re actually not currently looking for any additional players right now, but if that changes I’ll reach out!

๑ ❝ 𝕮 𝔥 𝔞 𝔯 𝔪 𝔢 𝔡 , 𝕴‘𝔪 𝖘𝔲𝔯𝔢 ❞ ๑ { A Witch’s Tale - RP }

๑ ❝ 𝕮 𝔥 𝔞 𝔯 𝔪 𝔢 𝔡 , 𝕴‘𝔪 𝖘𝔲𝔯𝔢 ❞ ๑

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“The Casting Call:”

The Corinthia Witches

๑ Juniper - TheMayBreeze

๑ Gregori - JFK

๑ Wren - IAmTheIsland

๑ Noah - Fabricant451

๑ Soren - Azure Bubbles

๑ Trish - Byte

๑ Finn - HylianRose

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ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 1 - 𝔅𝔢𝔶𝔬𝔫𝔡 𝔞 𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔅𝔬𝔫𝔡

<sub>Gregori, Wren, Noah, Soren, Trish and Finn arrive at Corinthia. It is a London Manor House straight out of a grimm fairytale. Dark, haunting, foreboding… Yet strangely comforting. Juniper welcomes the Witches into her home, her familiar Aislinn showing the new arrivals to their bedrooms. The Witches know very little of what awaits them at Corinthia. All they know is a magnetic force pulls them in, draws them to something bigger than them.

Juniper calls them to the Kitchen to introduce the Coven. Beyond a blood bond, this Coven will be rooted in genuine Covenhood. No blood magic, no ghastly initiation. Simply a shared goal to emerge from the shadows. Juniper’s speech leaves the Witches more informed as to why they’ve been drawn to Corinthia. She utters a simply incantation of unity, speaking to Mother Earth. The power that begins to burn in the Manor Kitchen is undeniable. The gathering of these Witches has catalysed a surge of Magicka and all of them feel it.

Juniper reassures them that Mother Earth is rewarding their bravery in unity. That this current that flows between each of them is simply the consequence of them joining together. It is exactly what The Elders deny Witches. An acknowledgment and embrace of their innate charm.</sub>

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 2 - 𝔄 𝔎𝔫𝔬𝔠𝔨 𝔞𝔱 𝔑𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱

Chapter 2

<sub>As the newly initiated Corinthia Witches settle in for the evening, each of them having spent the day settling in to their new home and getting to know another, they find their night interrupted. It comes in the dead of night, when most of them have fallen into a peaceful sleep, disrupting the still air of Corinthia. A knock at the door.

Juniper is the first response, followed by those brave enough to investigate with her. The figure that is stood in the Corinthia doorway is a visitor most unexpected. June’s Mother. Accompanied by 2 hooded figures in floor-length cloaks. Like a hostage, June’s mother speaks with desperation.

The Elders have sent their first of many messages. They felt the pulse of energy at the Coven’s conception and have come to warn them. “Tread carefully. Step not on the toes of your Elders.”

It’s the first sign of resistance. And a sign that Corinthia is working.</sub>

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 3 - 𝔄 𝔏𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔬𝔫 𝔦𝔫 𝔓𝔯𝔞𝔶𝔢𝔯

Chapter 3

<sub>After an evening interrupted by the Elders, their warning still weighing on the Corinthia Witches shoulders, Juniper invites them to join her in Morning Prayer. She arranges a circle in the Manor Garden, intending to teach her fellow Witches the power of Warding. The Elder visit was a sign that they need additional protection at Corinthia. Their potency has alerted the Elders to their existence and perhaps even their intentions. For now, it was simply a warning. But dangling June’s mother as a somewhat willing prisoner has left the Corinthia Sorceress understandably shaken.

A Ward, built with the power of all of them, would suffice as a layer of protection to prevent any future visits. It will give them shelter and anonymity. Their power will be more effectively contained within the Manor walls if a Ward is in place.

Warding requires patience and strength of mind. The Witches must work together to fortify the shields around their own minds, then transfer it to Corinthia. With June’s mentoring, can the Coven protect themselves? It is the first lesson the Coven will teach them.</sub>

Austin Is Dead

♡ Name: Summer Ford ♡

♡ Age: 26 ♡

♡ Appearance: ♡

♡ Background:♡ Austin was Summer’s first… For everything. First kiss stolen outside the school gates, first boyfriend, first love, first best friend. They were your stereotypical high-school sweethearts; Obsessive, fiery, passionate, naive… They managed long distance whilst they attended different colleges and, ironically, it was returning to their hometown of Elysian Heights after graduating that finally ended their relationship. So much had changed since they lived in the same town; The distance of different colleges had hidden away the glaring changes within them and it quickly became apparent that Summer and Austin wanted different things. The two of them had simply grown apart, they were no longer those lovestruck adolescents. It was a very mutual, amicable breakup and the pair left things on very good terms. Tears were shed, watery goodbyes were shared and hearts were indeed left broken. But a first love is often destined to become a first heartbreak.

Summer & Austin were determined to salvage a friendship from the fragments of their romantic relationship. Though they had outgrown their love, life still threaded them together. Similar friendship circles, same town and most importantly the both of them knew the struggles of being a powered individual in a world fast turning their back on the able-powered. They’d text, occasionally. If they crossed paths in Elysian Heights, they’d share a genuinely warm greeting and update one another on their new lives. It’s hard to separate history from present-day and many accused them of still holding a touch for one another after all these years. But they vehemently denied any residual feelings and insisted that they’d always be “just friends.”

At A Glance: Summer had a healthy childhood, mostly. Raised by a single mother, she grew up with an empowered woman at the helm. They had a tumultuous relationship, loved one another deeply but Summer always wanted to break free from her mother’s restrictive parenting. It was complicated, being raised by someone normative when you’re powered. Her mother simply wanted to delete Summer’s ability, stuck on how to relate and consequently how to parent someone who has the ability to Influence. Her power was potent and her mother feared for the societal treatment of her powered daughter. Summer’s free spiritedness often infuriated her mother and was the cause of many a heated argument. It was in her childhood home that Summer learned how to manage conflict; She learned to argue her point and apologise with conviction.

A “girl’s girl”, Summer prides herself on her circle of eclectic friends. They’re a varied bunch, their commonalities being limited but irrelevant. An only child to a single mother, Summer built a “chosen family” full of genuine love and care. She is the “mama” of the group; The one to text ‘Did you get home okay?’ and the one who her friends go to for advice. Summer had her rebellious stage in College. She drank too much, studied too little and danced the line of recklessness out of her mother’s watchful eye. College was where Summer truly found her own voice. She became more outspoken, confident and self-assured. She knew herself, faults and all.

Returning to Elysian Heights has made Summer realise that her spirit might’ve outgrown her hometown. She craves the city life; The nightlife, the hustle and bustle, the skyline… She’d planned on packing her bags and skipping town when news of Austin’s passing spread through Elysian Heights. It’s put her plans on hold, for now, whilst she grieves the man who first taught her how to love.

Powers: Summer discovered her ability of Influence when she was a very young child. Influence is not as simple as mind-control. No, Summer’s power isn’t that absolute. Instead, she can make what she identifies as a “Suggestion.” Summer’s suggestions carry compulsive conviction, often leading someone to follow her instruction. This power has its limits. Suggestions don’t always work. In fact, there are some people totally immune to her powers. But if someone’s mind is weakened or if someone is susceptible to influence, Summer has the ability to speak their actions into existence.

For example, Summer may say to someone mentally malleable “I think you’ll pass me the salt and pepper” and lo and behold, that person appears clouded by something adjacent to confusion, and passes her the salt and pepper.

Due to its potency and potential, Summer rarely uses her power. She realised its weight very young, her mother made sure of that. She doesn’t believe in accelerating to success simply by using her Influence. Gaining through Influence lacks authenticity and satisfaction. Plus, if people were to find out that she has the ability to determine behaviour and thoughts, she’d be in grave danger. Only a select few are aware of Summer’s abilities. Austin was one of them.

♡ Relationship to Austin:♡ High-School Sweetheart turned Long-Term friend.
(I’m open to other Characters forming friendships! PM if you’d like to be in the same friendship circle/childhood best friends etc.)

(Can edit anything at your request of course!)

✨Beyond The Veil✨

Sienna

๑ Sienna Blackland ๑

Basic Information

๑ Name | Sienna Blackland

๑ Nickname | No one’s ever gotten close enough…

๑ Age | 31

๑ Gender | Female

๑ Birthday | 27th November 1994

๑ Race | Human / Warden

๑ Rank / Status | Field Warden

Appearance

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๑ Height | 5ft8

๑ Build | “Sleeper Build” - Muscular. Toned. Her biceps and trap muscles are noticeable features.

๑ Eye Colour | Teal

๑ Hair Colour & Style | White Blonde & Naturally Wavy. Often worn in a practical pleat or beneath a wide-brimmed hat.

๑ Skin Tone | Fair

๑ Notable Marks | Leather Eye Patch - Sienna lost her right eye in the early stages of Initiation @ The Bastion. Many don’t graduate Initiation; Sienna nearly didn’t. It’s a story she refuses to retell or relive. Her body language is often positioned to conceal the patch, she hates to appear weak.

Tattoos - The Warden is covered in various ink spanning from her jugular to her ankles. There is no real story or profound meaning behind the body art. She simply prefers the way her body looks when decorated.

๑ Typical Clothing Style | A wide-brimmed, well-worn leather hat. A lightly armoured, fitted short-sleeve black shirt. Tight, protective leather trousers. Often sporting a dramatic-collared leather trench with a belt to cinch at the waist. Sienna’s typical style is best summarised as “Pirate Biker Chick.”

๑ Aura / First Impression | Dark & Brooding

๑ Voice | Speaks with a vocal fry. Deeply melodic.

Relationships

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๑ Openness to Friendship (1-5) | 3/5

๑ Openness to Romance (1-5) | 3/5

๑ Romantic Preferences | A commitment phobe, Sienna has left a long string of disgruntled women in her wake. She has no hardships with seduction and she enjoys the thrill of the chase. But Work comes first. The Order is her first and last love; No woman can compete and not for lack of trying.

๑ View on Forbidden Romance | Whilst the Order favours discipline and self-control, Sienna does have a toxic streak. If she were ever to grow tired of meaningless flings, she may entertain the idea of a Forbidden Romance. Perhaps that’s the secret sauce to convince her a committed relationship doesn’t have to be boring. And a shot of adrenaline whilst she’s at it.

๑ Biggest Turn-Ons | Divine femininity, Strong sense of Self-Worth, A smart mouth, Tactility, Pretty Bitches

๑ Biggest Turn-Offs | PDA, Codependence, Lack of Discipline, Gossip

๑ Known Enemies | Lorla Wick - The fellow Initiate that took her eye in training (who consequently failed to Graduate and hasn’t been heard from since, mysteriously)

๑ Known Family | Mother & Father - Elias & Vanessa Blackland (Deceased)
Her Uncle Jackal Shore (a reputable ex-Warden)

Background

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๑ Current Occupation | Warden

๑ Level of Schooling | High School Dropout turned Bastion Attendee

๑ Socioeconomic Status | Prolific Bounty Hunter

๑ History Summary | Sienna was a Bastion Model Student. But she hadn’t always been built for systemic exposure. The typical school system was not accommodating to minds like hers; Minds that wandered, thought deeply and at a rapid rate. An attention span that, when left unguided, would flit fleetingly from one idea to the next. She showed promise and intelligence, that much was clear. But her inability to focus her energy was Sienna’s ultimate downfall.

That is when her Uncle pointed her in the Warden’s direction. Under their wing, she learnt discipline, fiercely. Sienna had something she could blindly commit to, unlike in her personal life, and a fight for a cause she believed in. Valuing balance and order, Sienna thrived within the ranks and quickly gained the respect and favour of her fellow Wardens.

Entering The Field was where this Warden truly excelled. Her insatiable appetite for weapons and combat training paid off when she began to accept hits as a Bounty Hunter. Operating solo was always preferred, she worked best as a Lone Wolf, though occasionally she was deployed with other Wardens for larger scale assignments. It’s not that she couldn’t work as a team. No, the Bastion would never allow a Warden incapable of working cohesively. But solo hits meant that she only had her ass to worry about. And if there was one person who always had Sienna’s back? It was Sienna.

The Lone Wolf life has, of late, become increasingly lonely. Whilst Sienna values silence and her independence, the nights feel longer and somewhat colder of late as she rides her Harley through Halcyon. (There’s something about the way her whole body sets alight when she aggressively twists the throttle…) It’s not that she’s been closed off to the prospects of friends or relationships, it’s just the Work takes priority. There really isn’t much room for romance or platonics between inhaling Dust and burying Bloodrune Blades in bellies.

(My CS submission for your approval guys! Hope you like her^^)

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Lovely stuff, Jimbo. Adeline, over to you! (Hope you’re doing well and feeling better btw!^^)

Then it’s Xandrya’s moment.

I’m hoping CrownSage is doing okay and that this is just a little hiatus. Hopefully they’re back in time for things getting juicier!…

So we’ve got some structure for the upcoming main scenes, please find below a schedule we can use to organise our posts. I’ve detailed the InGame dates for clarity and the IRL dates for us to work towards:

• Anthony Blackstone Will Reading: In-Game date is January 30th. IRL date is Friday 6th Feb.

• Detective Russel Police Interview: In-Game dates will range from January 31st-2nd Feb. IRL dates will span from Sunday 8th Feb - Wednesday 11th Feb. (These will be collabs written via PM between myself and each of you!)

• Annual Blackstone Charity Ball feat the London Orchestra @ Blackstone Manor: In-Game date is February 14th. IRL date is Sunday February 15th.

The Charity Ball, held at Blackstone Manor annually, is going ahead despite the recent family tragedy. This is a decision made by Regina as cancelling the Charity Ball would cause uproar amongst the Blackstone Board and invited guests. Limited Selected Press have been granted attendance, so this will be an event under the watchful eyes of journalists and photographers. Not to mention guests desperate to find out more about Anthony’s death… Plus, it’s likely the murderer will be in attendance so a chance for you guys to mingle and ask questions! (or not… However you want to play it ;) )

Hope this works for all of you! Happy sleuthing.

〖 𝚁 𝙾 𝙶 𝚄 𝙴 𝚁 𝙾 𝚆 〗⌠ The Fall from Disgrace ⌡⌠ British Espionage / Crime RP⌡

Erin

The coffee was bitter. Tannic. Erin sipped from the cup disdainfully, one hand braced on the worktop as she begrudgingly swallowed it down. The whirs and hums of the scarce office space were all that could be heard for a moment and Erin embraced the silence. As did Dr Price, which she noted and appreciated.

“You did use the descaler,” Ellie observed, warmth threading her voice. “That’s a good sign.””

Erin shot the Doctor a brief smile, acknowledging Dr Price’s request with a knowing look.

“Now we just need to figure out how we can make this black sludge taste like actual coffee…” she mused, taking another sip at the cup. “Though we’ll soon be busy with other mysteries to solve. Deemed more important than the office coffee machine, sadly.”

Then, entered Avalon. The force to be reckoned with. The Agent whose reputation preceded her. That infamous smart mouth already dismissing the descaled yet doomed espresso machine, Erin permitted another smile to pass her lips. She sighed.

“Ava, I can think of a better use of your valuable time than a Starbucks trip…” the Rogue Row director made her way to the “Briefing Room” - The half-arsed attempt at one, anyway.

Stood over the desk, she clicked in her login details and watched the desktop computer blink to life. It was the only machine wired up to the projector screen mounted on a rickety stand before a small circle of chairs. The Briefing Room was exactly that. A projector, a computer and a handful of foldable chairs. Erin looked up from the screen at the two agents stood before her.

”Dr Price, Avalon. Avalon, Dr Price-“ Erin’s introduction was curt and somewhat dismissive. She nodded at them both, signalling that this team building exercise was drawing to a quick close. No ice breakers. No warm-up “Get to Know the Secret Agent” games.

Gesturing to the chairs staged before the projector, Erin motioned for the Agents to take a seat.

“You’ll have to excuse the arse-numbing chairs provided,” Erin said faintly, her fingernails clacking against the keyboard as she typed. Then, she added with a roll of her eyes, “Perhaps the threat of piles is designed to force us to solve matters quicker.”

The projector obediently whirred to life, flooding the blank screen a couple metres away with their first assignment summary. Right-wing extremists kidnapping the children of migrants. MI5 really did want Rogue Row to clean up the mess of the MET. Erin eyed the projector screen carefully, scanning the text that was displayed.

“Welcome, both of you, to Rogue Row,” Erin began, her spine straightening and chin raising as she addressed the two agents before her. “I’ll save us the illusion of this resembling anything like what you experienced at HQ during your tenures. Rogue Row is a covert, off-site branch. There’ll be no red carpet rolled out for us when we complete this assignment. Nor will MI5 give us pats on the back. Rogue Row assignments will be carried out, and completed, in total secret. This is a department whose existence is unknown to even the more senior MI5 agents. We’re going Rogue. On MI5s payroll.”

The projector clicked. The target’s images flashed on the screen. Their pixelated eyes stared out at them all, haunting and ominous. The Homeland Brother’s summary and the headlines of the recent kidnaps were detailed, Erin scrolling with the handheld remote as she spoke. Her voice carried through the Briefing Room, a commanding and informative tone. She moved from behind the desk, still gripping the remote in her hand, giving the Agents time to absorb the information on-screen. Her Prada heels crunched into the worn carpet beneath her as Erin paced in front of the projector screen. The lights illuminated her face, washing her in the warped projections of the Homeland Brother main subjects.

“This is our first official assignment… The Homeland Party - What can you both tell me about them?”

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Regina

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Bailey’s eyes had welled, turning her cheek to disguise the surprising show of emotion. Regina watched her daughter, taking another long sip of bourbon. The glass felt threateningly light, emptying faster than she realised. She took a slow, steadying breath in through her nose. Relaying the cold, hard facts to her children had left Regina feeling somewhat empty. Her body a shell, heart rattling in fragments somewhere within her rib cage. She had a sudden burning desire to burst out from the Pool House, flee to the bedroom and shake Anthony awake. This could not be their reality. This mess. Life as a Blackstone wife was not without its fair share of mess, but her husbands untimely death had to be the biggest mess of all.

And here she was, stood in a room full of her half-orphaned children, talking tactics amidst a tragedy. Regina gritted her teeth, jaw tensing, cheekbones protruding. It was around now that, albeit a small part of her, wished to surrender. She could simply shut the Pool House doors and disappear into the crevice of the sofa. A wreck, as would be expected of her. But Regina’s determination to emerge from this tragedy as unscathed as possible, all things considered, was the overarching feeling. Defeat in the face of her husbands death was not an option.

Breaking through Regina’s mental haze, the sound of the Pool House door slamming shut was what thrusted her back into her body. Mariana. She’d always been the emotional child. Always overcome with feelings. The poor girl had the entire Blackstone family’s share, it seemed. She was most comparable to her father in that sense. He, too, was an emotional being. Buried somewhere beneath Anthony’s callous ways was his treasure chest of feelings, only accessible by very few. Mariana, on the other hand, wore her heart on her sleeve. Regina sniffed. She wished in that moment that she’d taught her wayward daughter to master her emotions. Grand exits like this one wouldn’t go over well in the eyes of the Police nor the Press.

Edward’s chilling gaze watched on as his sister fled the Pool House, stepping forward from his position by the window. Ever the eldest, he fixed Regina with an inquisitive and challenging gaze.

“So what are we supposed to do in the meantime? Are we staying here, booking a hotel, what? If the detectives are going to be grilling us about Father's death, I assume we're not going far."

The glass, empty, felt suddenly laden in Regina’s grasp. She cradled it a moment, debating whether pouring another would alarm her remaining watchful children. Bailey shifted uncomfortably from one foot to another. She cleared her throat awkwardly.

“I- haven’t packed to stay…” Bailey said slowly, her voice quiet in comparison to Edward’s commanding tone.

Regina took two slow steps towards the coffee table, placing the glass on a vacant coaster. The action struck a chord within her, her thoughts straying to the night before. Anthony theatrically using the coaster, as Regina had griped, and the sight of his back as he left the dining room. She’d watched him leave that night, not knowing that it would be the final time. The realisation was like a slap across her face. Feeling unsteady, Regina lowered herself onto the sofa with an audible exhale. The cocktail of her speech, the memory of her husband and the bourbon was swirling in her stomach.

“Edward,” she sighed wearily, her voice strained. “I’m not 100% certain what Detective Russel’s plan is. But if Anthony’s death is indeed being considered suspicious, we’ll need to be on hand-“ her blue eyes found Edward’s in the room, shooting him an earnest look. “The Manor is your home. You’re welcome to stay. Though I’m afraid we’ll be bound to the Guest House until the forensics make themselves scarce…”

Regina’s phone buzzed on the coffee table. Eyes sliding from Edward to the screen, Ryland’s name staring back at her. She absently reached for the phone, bringing it closer to her so she could read what the lawyer had to say.

“Katherine, I imagine it’ll be hard for you to be away from Samuel… Perhaps he’ll join us here after the Will Reading?” A clumsy attempt at emphasising with her youngest daughter. The only one to have managed to nurture a seemingly healthy relationship.

Regina’s thoughts were abruptly cut off. Ryland’s message was open in her hand, the words leaping out from the screen and gauging at her eyes.

Regina. I’ve invited Kayleigh to the Will Reading tomorrow. It’s necessary for her to be present.

Something like rage and horror rippled through her. The sentences blurred. Letters melting into one another. Regina read and reread the message. Her knuckles whitened as she gripped the phone tighter. Her lip curled. Disgust.

“It seems it won’t just be family at the Reading tomorrow, children-“ she bit out, tossing her phone against the sofa cushions with more venom than she’d anticipated. “Your father’s fucking PA’s attendance has also been requested.”

Austin Is Dead

Understood. Not a main focus of the RP but would be interesting for Austin to have a fellow powered person at his funeral, I expect there’d be at least a couple in attendance?…

I’ll just be hanging out here until you’re ready to proceed ^^

Austin Is Dead

How interesting!

Throwing my hat in the ring here… And requesting to play Austin’s first love turned friend…

Do you wish for our Characters to be pedestrian or able-powered?

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Hi All!

It seems CrownSage has been inactive for nearly a week… When it hits the week mark, I’ll make the call to proceed for a few posts without them, keeping their character inactive but still in the story.

Hopefully they’re okay and able to return soon! In the meantime, we’ll proceed with the story.