Meiyuki

The Chronicles of Dosei: Sands of Blood, A Dungeons and Dragons Roleplay. (Full)

Would people mind posting the times they'll usually be on here? I'd like to get an idea of 'peak time' so to speak. I'm generally here around six p.m. cst, but my schedule is rediculously flexible.

The Chronicles of Dosei: Sands of Blood, A Dungeons and Dragons Roleplay. (Full)

Alyssa shook the offered hand smiling. "It would seem so. I'm Alyssa, and I was just telling Malkai here that I have the honor of acting as this little band's resident scout and trap removal service." She waved her hand and made a small flash of fire. "Oh and bearer of swift and fiery death." She giggled evidently pleased with herself.

She eyed Malkai skeptically. "And Malkai here was just telling me he wasn't voted 'most likely to kiss ass' in school, or rather that he has an even cooler superpower than being huge." She made a show of stroking her chin. "Did you build a better goblin trap?"

The Chronicles of Dosei: Sands of Blood, A Dungeons and Dragons Roleplay. (Full)

Alyssa turned to the sound of heavy footsteps. Turning she saw a very large slab of man. She looked over his attire, he certainly had a "barbarian" vibe to his ensemble, but the tats didn't quite fit. Too elegent for most of the tribes she'd heard of or met with, but she was hardly an expert, maybe he was from a wandering tribe of artists? More interesting than that was the bird perched on his head, yes a bird, in a tavern, on the head of a very large man.

This would be interesting, and besides adventures were much more fun with large slabs of men standing between her and bad stuff. She cast a sidelong glance at the elf, as pretty as she was it wasn't likely elfy here would offer much in the way of protection in whatever crypt or tomb or whatever they intended to send her into.

She extended a hand toward the man. "Name's Alyssa, you coming along on this little jaunt? We could sure use you."

Spells of the Night (Closed for Now) [16+]

Lorelai Von'Strauss

Lorelai and Nozgorbor, Lesser Prince of Wrath

Age:??? Time flows strangly in the abyssal planes of the inferno that Lorelai has often trod. She sometimes fears that her lifespan might not be limited, the idea of an infinite life doesn't appeal to her. She has an almost ageless appearance, but the best estimate would be 20-30 for her apparent age.

Short History: Lorelai is from a long line of witches, cultists, and demon worshippers. When her power awoke it was already expected and her mother quickly saw that she had the best tutors and patrons lined up to help her develop her fell powers. Many years later hunters had finally caught wind of the Von'Strauss clan, leading to the destruction of most of her family. Her mother and father burned at the stake, her for being a witch and he for protecting her.

Lorelai bears a hatred for hunters that few witches can match. She dreams of the day the last of their kind dies under her boot.

Recently she's caught wind of a name, Digard. It seems Hector Digard was the man that burned her parents, he's a skilled hunter to be sure, and by all reports so was his son Fenros, but he has three other children and a wife. How skilled are they? The Digard family, like so many hunter clans before them, would soon learn why mankind cling to temples and shrines, it wasn't out of faith.

It was out of fear.

Lorelai made her way to the castle. She was determined to meet with this Medusa Bloodrose. Gone were the days when hiding from hunters was an option. Even her voice carried her demonic blood now, demons obeyed, witches listened, and hunters recoiled. Madam Bloodrose was well known in the witch world, and only by seeking protection from a witch of such power did she stand a chance against the legions of enemies she'd made.

She was dressed appropriately for the occasion, her ritual garb was a tight bodysuit made from skin torn from succubi who'd displeased her. Their skin turned black when exposed to the bloodmoon long enough. From the seams dangled tokens from demons that owed her allegiance, a lock of hair here, a long curved tooth there. She wore the mask given to her by her mother, it a simple black half mask that covered only the top portion of her face, leaving her mouth and chin exposed. It was woven with enchantments that gave her voice a honeyed tone, it wasn't capable of control, but it ensured that her words were taken in the best light.

Hesitantly she reached to knock on the large wooden double door to the castle proper. Ominously it creaked open before her knuckles kissed the blacked wood. She smiled to herself, of course, how fitting for the castle of a renown witch.

"I'm Lorelai from clan Von'Stauss, I've come to speak with the mistress of the castle" She called out.

Type of Man: Lorelai prefers the company of women, after suffering so much at the hand of hunters even the faces of mundane men conjure an irrational anger in her. Her ideal partner is one who is loyal and strong, so she never has to fear losing another loved one, and woe to he who harms her love, she's lost enough, and soon you will too. Lorelai lives with one foot in the past, visiting old justice on hunters and mortals alike for the sins of their fathers, it will take a truly exceptional woman to remind her that the past is the past, and her life is worth more than pretty vengence.

Family- Disceased with no exception.

Special Power: The Infernal Bargain. Lorelai is the last in a long line of witches. As such her blood carries a nobility that demons, spirits, and other eldritch horrors recognize. Over her life Lorelai has made pacts with many of these entities, from the lowly temptation demons to some entities that 'Man Should Not Know'. They're always but a call away, ready to lend their fell power to her own, for a price. Lorelai makes regular sacrifices and observes a long list of bans and ritual behaviors to keep these entities appeased. Her body is frail from the twisted power of the abyss that flows through her, but the real trick to destroying Lorelai isn't simply killing her, it's getting past the infernal lords that first taught man fear.

Familiar: Sousiel. Sousiel's an lesser infernal lord that accompanies Lorelai at the behest of her demonic patrons. She serves to ensure Lorelai can maintain her pacts by acting as a secretary of sorts, making sure she makes enough time in each day for the blasphemies required. She also of course reports the activities of Lorelai and her companions to the lords of the pit, and serves to facilitate communications her mistress might need with those dark patrons.

The Chronicles of Dosei: Sands of Blood, A Dungeons and Dragons Roleplay. (Full)

I'm fine with fluff, or whatever works. I'm just easy to please I guess =)

The Chronicles of Dosei: Sands of Blood, A Dungeons and Dragons Roleplay. (Full)

Alyssa sighed as she wandered through the new city she found herself in. Sure Saphire was big enough, but maybe a little too big. The city watch sure did their job, which had led to more than a few close calls. So she found herself with the need to lay low for awhile, unfortunately her money was dwindling and her little shop wasn't seeing much buisness tuck away as it was admidst the grandeur of some of the larger establishments.

So she figured she'd hit the local tavern and drink her problems away. Stepping into the tavern she pulled her hood down and looked around. It was bustling as usual, the air was filled with the scent of the sand and spilt alcohol, she kept an eye open for anyone interesting, no need to go home alone tonight after all.

She spotted the flyer from the Mage's Guild. She'd done some work for them in the past, and to say they paid handsomely would be an understatement. She turned her gaze toward the table where she was to meet the recruiter and spied a tall slender elf talking with and old man. She eyed the woman up and down as she approached.

"I might kill two birds with one stone here." she thought to herself grinning.

The Chronicles of Dosei: Sands of Blood, A Dungeons and Dragons Roleplay. (Full)

Name: Alyssa "Red Fox"

Appearance: Alyssa, standing at five and a half feet with a lithe figure, has long bright red hair most often pulled into a ponytail and a youthful face. Her forearms bear tattoos of coiling dragons. She favors clothing and gear that is multipurposed and non-restrictive, as in the picture above it serves to conceal her identity, provide light armor, is revealing enough to seduce whoever needs seducing, and is flashy enough to satisfy her sense of flair.

Her favored weapons are spells delivered from stealth. She carries a crossbow and a quiver of bolts enchanted by her personally that serves to fill the gap when her magical resources are running low or simply aren't needed.

Age: 21

Race: Human

Class: Arcane trickster

Biography: Alyssa was born a slave and as such has no last name, nor does she want one. She a liar and a theif, with a soft spot for people who are down and out that has occasionally led to 'robin hood' like antics. Having the magical talent to deal with a large array of challenges, and a broad understanding of the social and 'subtle' skills makes Alyssa self reliant to a fault, she rarely likes to admit to needing help. She has a sense of honor for a thief, never steal from your allies, don't leave the trap armed for the paladin no matter how funny you think it'll be, and never take someones last coin.
More recently she can be found at the small shop she's set up selling the bounty of her previous work, which includes several robberies of the rich and a couple of dangerous expeditions into tombs and the like.

The Rising-- ACCEPTING --

Alexandra Winters


Age: 16

Level: 2

Personality: Alexandra is a popular girl, and she's used to it. Even before her powers manifested she had a talent for inspiring loyalty in the people around her, sometimes even bordering on fanaticism. It all comes down to two principles: Always seem interested, to be honest, most of the time going through the motions of all the banal platitudes required to maintain "healthy friendships" is almost more than she can bear. She secretly craves someone that doesn't bore her. The second is: Someone is always on the outside, the unfortunate truth of the world is that social groups benefit from "outsiders", they serve as someone to hate, be that the nerds, goths, freaks, or geeks ultimately doesn't matter, but someone is getting hurt. Alexandra aims to ensure that person is never her.

Biography: Alexandra is an only child. Her mother is a revered Japanese psychologist, and her father is an acclaimed American pharmeceutical researcher. She comes from wealth and never wants for anything, perfect life right? Not really, the truth is her mother is a stern and domineering woman, and her father a good and unambitious man beaten into greatness by his wife. Alexandra sees her father as a mewling coward for putting up with her mother's abuse, and that has colored her view of the world. There's the strong, and there's the weak. Pick a side girlie.

Power: Alexandra can see and influence the social attachments and emotions of the people around her. From binding you to her will to ensuring two people fall in love she navigates the labrynthine darkness within the hearts of her peers with horrific ease. Mostly she uses these powers to remain on top of the social totem pole, but the truth is she has no idea how much control she might have, and she's afraid to find out. Most of Alexandra's attempts to use her power on people she actually cares about have resulted in unexpected results at best, tragedies at worst, she's not sure whether or not it's just nerves or some inherent property of her ability, but she's not eager to experiment further.

Prodigy: Alexandra is in full control of her powers most of the time, and should be progressing faster than she is. The problem is she fears her power.

Grades: A's for the most part. One of the benefits of popularity is easy access to other peoples notes and being able to put study groups together easily.

During what situation did your power first occur?: Alexandra's parents were getting a divorce. The fighting in the house had reached an all time high, her father was finally fed up with her mother's shit and was leaving. As he stood screaming in the doorway out of the house, with his luggage at his feet, Alexandra saw something, a black string coiled around his heart. Her eyes followed the string to were it ended, coiled around her mother's. This black poisonous thing was their love, and it was fraying. Reaching out with...something, she fed it power, reinforced it, made it stronger. It was still black, but now it was too strong for them to escape.

My Hider

Alexandra's been here nearly since the school was founded. As such she's got connections and pull with most of the staff. She's also on the student counsel. Her mother is also one of the school's biggest benefactors, so teachers tend to be carefull around her. She's had girlfriends here and there, but none seem to hold her intrest long enough to turn into anything serious.

The Chronicles of Dosei: Sands of Blood, A Dungeons and Dragons Roleplay.

Looking forward to this!

Far Eastern Fantasy ~ Doesn't Have A Title (Yet)

I'm interested in playing a "shaman/witch" type. I'd like to explore mankind's relationship with spirits.