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The Circus Underground

I plan to start off with Atrius having escaped the hunters and hauling anus to the circus to get help.

The Circus Underground

I can't really remember. I think I played a wolf guy.

The Circus Underground

Oh yeah.

I think my characters got left behind in all the action, so I abandoned ship.

The Circus Underground

*shrug* was I?

The Circus Underground

I made a character who (begrudgingly) hunts fae and supernaturals. My plan for him is to escape his handlers early on in the RP and go to the circus folk to try and convince them to let him stay.

The Circus Underground

NAME: Atrius Darmara

ABSTRACT: An angry gargoyle with a chip on his shoulder.

DETAIL: Atrius was born in a gargoyle clan in Scotland, but when stolen from his home as a young hatchling. The human that stole him sold him to a group of Fae hunters, who now use him to hunt down the mystical beings.

A gargoyle's keen sense of smell and sensitivity to magic make it easy for them to track such creatures, but most have no desire to. Their only purpose in life is to protect their birthplace (be a castle, a sacred ground, or a building) from those who would harm it. Being forcefully removed from his home and not so consensually contracted to hunt has made Atrius a not so happy gargoyle. He's mean spirited, aggressive, and often take any chance he can get to snap at his handlers. Because of this, he's been kept in a muzzle.

Gargoyles possess immense strength and agility. Their wings allow them limited flight (mostly gliding), and their size makes them a formidable foe. Their weakness, however, is sunlight. If sunlight touched their skin, they will turn to stone until the sun goes down.

The circus, being a cesspool of magic and fae, has been a target for this hunting clan for years. They've gotten close to finally tracking it down. Will they destroy the circus, or will their hound turn on them for the last time?

HOW DO YOU KNOW NORA: Atrius and his handlers have had a few run ins with the circus owners, and a couple close calls.

Hades and Persephone

An idea made on a whim. A short RP about the kidnapping of Persephone at the hands of Hades. Not sure how long it will be. I need a Persephone.

Requirements:

- Decent writing. Detail, 3 dimensional characters, able to add own ideas.

- Able to start immediately. This idea is just of spur of the moment kind of thing. Wait a couple of days, and I'll probably lose interest.

- 18+

Wizard's Tower (a magic medieval-fantasy RP)

The sound of merry hooves clacking against the wood floors echoed through the hall. The cheeky little creature they belonged to plodded along with a couple biscuits in his hands, stolen from the kitchen. His mouth was surrounded by crumbs as he stuffed himself full of breakfast. The satyr managed to eat quite a bit for a person his size.

Rowan had been in a good mood throughout the week. He'd managed to hear a rumor of new visitors coming today, and the prospect of having fresh faces around excited him. The same, old, boring wizard had gotten tired and cranky of his games. Half of them either ignored or threatened him with dismemberment.

Rowan was rounded the corner of the third floor overlook, a railing to one side that looked down into the foyer. The sound of the great, oak door creaking open made him stop. The satyr peered over the railing, his floppy ears perked up. He watched at a strange deer man and a...pale and crusty looking fellow came in. They were soon led to their quarters, and Rowan couldn't help but be nosy about it.

He shoved the remaining biscuit in mouth and hoped over the railing, landing nimbly on the one below it. He trotted down the stairs and kept a bit of a distance as he trailed the newest arrivals. His curly head peeked around the corner as the deer man entered and then left his new room. He seemed pretty boring. Maybe the other new people would be more fun.

Rowan stood straight and leaned his back against the wall, pondering whether or not he could get away with stealing more food.

Wizard's Tower (a magic medieval-fantasy RP)

Rowan Blackhoof

Name: Rowan Blackhoof
Aliases: "Row" "Horn head" "Flea bag"
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Race: Satyr

How did you find out about the tower?: A wizard brought him there. He's been hanging around ever since.

Personality: Playful, irresponsible, and a bit aggravating. Rowan means well, but he's often underfoot more than he is a help. He tends to be overly curious and nosy, enjoys inviting friends over, and plays music all times of the night. He's also a bit hard headed; having been transformed into a chair once and still not changing his ways.

Rowan enjoys harassing the female patrons of the tower, though he does so with completely harmless intent. He seems to enjoy attention from just about anyone, but he has a whole bag of tricks just to get the ladies to talk to him.

Although, this is a far cry from what satyrs are typically known for. Most people know them as the nasty creatures that play tricks on travelers and kidnap women from villages for sport. Although it's a fairly small group of the species that does these things, it gives the rest of them a bad name.

Magic School and Skill: Rowan doesn't really own any traditional magic. Although his common skills include pan pipe playing, gardening, and beast keeping.

Appearance:
Rowan is a full blooded satyr. His human half has olive skin and curly, reddish brown hair. He has a bit more hair than your typical man, his arms sporting shaggy, almost furlike growth near his elbows. His form is muscular, particularly his arms.
He was cursed with a boyish face, which he hides under a trimmed beard and mustache. His goofy, floppy goat ears don't help. He's rather small, standing at 5'6". The horns on his head curl backwards and are very strong.

His goat half is that of a tahr, with long, brown fur and larger hooves. He's very nimble on his feet, faster than a human, and able to climb and balance uncannily well. As for clothing, Rowan often goes without. With his bottom half so heavily furred, he doesn't really have anything to hide. If he's attending a more proper occasion, he has a couple tunics to pick from in various colors.

History

Rowan was born and raised in a clan like most normal satyrs. They dwelled in a forest near a human town, with whom they tentatively shared land with. When Rowan was a kid, he liked to go spy on the human, his curiosity too much for his own good. His clan didn't like this behavior, but although they told him to stop, he kept on.

Eventually, in his teenage years, Rowan crossed the line and went into the human village to seek a job there. He wanted to learn how to blacksmith, and make the wonderfully shiny things that the humans could make. Although it was a strange desire, the local blacksmith found the young satyr to be a charming little creature, and allowed him to be an apprentice.

Rowan's clan did not take to this idea kindly. They saw this a servitude towards the humans that so often persecuted them. Rowan spent a whole week in the human village before returning to the forest to tell his clan of his adventures. But instead of returning to a welcome party, he was attacked.

Rowan was forced to flee his home, injured by his own family for what he'd done. The satyr managed to escape him before he fell onto a dirt road, too hurt to continue on. It was there that he was found by an elderly human wizard. The man helped Rowan into his carriage and offered to nurse him back to health, in return for his servitude. Rowan was wary of serving a human, the thing that got him into trouble in the first place, but seeing as he had no better option, he agreed.

The wizard was kind to Rowan. Being elderly as he was, he often had Rowan run errands for him, pick up ingredients and help move heavy items. It wasn't a bad job. Rowan was eventually brought to the tower with his wizard master, who died there only a year later. Rowan was allowed to stay, if only out of pity, and is now technically owned by his first master's son, who now stays at the tower as well.

Wizard's Tower (a magic medieval-fantasy RP)

So was my character accepted or...