Metztli

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

E L I A S S C H N E I D E R
E L I A S S C H N E I D E R

C A M P H A L F - B L O O D
C A M P H A L F - B L O O D

I N T E R A C T I O N S :

K y r i n M a i n l y

^{@Vicier,@King Kindred,@Moro,@Rodiak,@Zenritch}

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Elias had stayed the majority of the time in the back with Kyrin, listening in to the conversation around him. He had kept his eyes on Kyrin most of the time and only half paying attention to what everyone was saying. He was worried for Kyrin. The situation with Erin might push him further into the reckless behavior Imani had warned him around. He had tried to bring it up with Kyrin before but he had always been shut down or just straight up ignored. If he pushed too hard then the boy would kick him to the curve and ignore Elias until he gave up. He couldn't let that happen but at the same time had to do something about Kyrin's behavior.

Elias only turned his attention to the group in front of him when he heard Spencer and Greyson bickering and throwing jabs at one another. Could they not put their differences aside for one second and just be quiet? If only they paid attention and looked at the girl they were trying to help, they would see that Erin was overwhelmed. Elias almost wanted to tell everyone to shut up and leave the girl alone for a few minutes.

Then, after a few minutes of silence from the boy next to him, Kyrin finally spoke up and approached Erin. Elias frowned, watching the back of the blond's head and watching as he touched Erin on the shoulder. Erin needed to get ground, but all of this was too much. Even for him. When Erin finally moved from her seat and past Kyrin, he approached the boy grasping his wrist. His fingers wrapped gently but firmly around the pale skin.

"You shouldn't go after her, none of you..." Elias pulled Kyrin closer to him, afraid that the boy would snatch his wrist back and run after Erin. He ripped his gaze from Kyrin to the rest of the boys sitting around. "Have trust in Erin that she'll do the right thing," Without another word, he pulled Kyrin with him and out of the cabin to the open air. He continued to walk past Carlos and Anzu, and past the last few cabins. It wasn't until the trees began to surround them that Elias finally let Kyrin go.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have dragged you like this." Elias turned to face the boy in front of him. Now Elias was beating himself up for that. He had fucked it up, hadn't he?

The Wayfarer's Guild

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_{@Guilty Spark @Metztli @Psyker Landshark}

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The Guild had been buzzing with excitement for the past few days. New faces and voices filled up the place Rohaan had called home for the past three years. It was a bit exciting, Rohaan had to admit, to see the new wave of initiates willing to give up their past lives and start a new one in the Guild. He wondered what that must have felt like. He had seen a fair share of initiates sitting at the same table he now stood in front of. The first day was always the worse. Suran had said that these introductions were important. Rohaan didn't like them one bit; the initiates always saw him as some slow-witted guy. Rohaan was just shy.

Rohaan examined the so proclaimed former knight. He didn't look much like a knight; from the books Rohaan had read, they were supposed to be tall handsome people with shining armors. Mathias was far from handsome. Then again, Rohaan had only been reading children's books for the past few months. He moved his attention to the human, a plain and blind human. Boring a small voice said in the back of his mind. No, not boring. Interesting. A human, Rohaan had never seen a human this close before. A blind one at that.

Stupid voice.

"Ah, I-I am an Adept. It's nice to meet you, Mathias and Vela." Rohaan finally spoke after the other two introduced themselves. He bowed his head slightly as a greeting to them. "I hope we can work together nicely." A timid smile ghosted his lips.

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

I M A N I D U B A I L E Y
I M A N I D U B A I L E Y

C A M P H A L F - B L O O D
C A M P H A L F - B L O O D

I N T E R A C T I O N S :

K a t h e r i n e

^@Vicier

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The feeling of Katherine's arm around her once again grounded Imani. She turned her head slightly when she felt the lips on her bare shoulder then her neck and finally her jawline. The closeness and familiarity of the other girl's figure pressed against her eased her mind somewhat. Katherine had a gift to do that. To make Imani forget where who she was. While it was a pleasant distraction at the moment she had to watch herself around Katherine. It was dangerous for her to lose herself around others.

Shivers ran down her spine when she felt those lovely lips of Katherine's on her ear. Imani couldn't help but to lean back just a tad and turn her head further to catch the corner of Katherine's lips. "And I have to go make sure Madame Croix hasn't scratched my boots." She smiled, watching the other girl pull back and maneuver away from her. How smooth. Gods, that woman was was something.

"Don't worry, I'll see you at the party, mon tréso." Imani waved after her, her eyes wandering down to Katherine's butt. Brushing her curled hair off her shoulder, Imani walked out of the arena herself. She needed to find Kyrin and make sure he didn't go off on a quest to find their mother's Dove with the potential thief. She knew how much he cared for Erin, and she also knew how much Kyrin wanted to go out there. To find himself in a battle and just-

Imani bit her lip, pulling at her button again. No. She couldn't let Kyrin go. No matter what. With that, she began to make her way towards the big house. She noticed a large group gathering just a few feet away from the building. She spotted various boys, including Kyrin amongst them. Good. If there were that many people willing to go with Erin, Kyrin didn't have to go. He wouldn't have a choice but to stay here in camp. She could keep her eyes on him and make sure he didn't do anything reckless. That eased her mind enough for her to change her course.

Instead, she made her way back to Aphrodite's Cabin instead. It was true about Madame Croix, that cat loved to scratch her boots if she didn't get out of the cabin enough.

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__________________________________ __________________________________ __________________________________ __________________________________ __________________________________ N A M E Vera of Kleis A G E 29 R A C E Tiefling S H O R T B I O Vera is a noble born woman, daughter to the Duke of Kleis. She studied to become a mage since a young age and joined the Princess's royal guard. She grew closer to the Princess, first as friends then as lovers. Bitch messed up when she began to realize that the Princess was planning to overthrow her mother and take the crown for herself. The Princess was displeased with the way her mother was ruling. She was convinced that the neighboring Kingdoms wouldn't uphold their side of the peace treaty and wanted to wage war against them. Long story short, Vera killed the Princess and was banished by the Queen out of the Kingdom. Now she lives in a small fishing town with her adopted son, Kerr.

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Current Mood in One Gif

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

C A R L O S & E L I A S
C A R L O S & E L I A S

C A M P H A L F - B L O O D
C A M P H A L F - B L O O D

I N T E R A C T I O N S :

Eachother

^{Collab Between @Rodiak & @Metztli}

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The crowd was now leaving. The initial shock and anger of the news was settleing in. The few people that remained by the pavillion and stands were talking amongst themselves in hushed tones. It seemed like Erin was going to be the talk of the camp for the whole week, and possibly the rest of the year. Carlos watched Valeria practically storm away from crowd in the same direction the angry Ares guy had gone.

"You are right. Valeria has some real balls." Carlos turned to look at Elias. "All of this crazy makes me think that we are background characters, you get me?"

Elias had been looking at Octavia as she left before turning his attention to Carlos. "Not this again." He groaned softly, letting his shoulders slump down now that the commotion around them had calmed down. Talon had run off, and Octavia hadn't gone after him. Elias had to say that went a lot better than expected. Seriously, Cabin Eight would be a warzone without him to mediate between all those angry and hormonal teens.

"I know what you are trying to do, Carlos." Elias brought a hand up to rub the back of his neck. The stress of the whole situation was finally catching up to him. It wasn't fair. He shouldn't be the only one, besides perhaps Brandon, that wouldn't just charge at something just because he was angry. This fucking place needed a therapist.

"No, hear me out, dude." Carlos walked closer, a smile slipping on his lips. Ah, Elias, one of the few people in this shitty place he called a home that would hear out shenanigans. Sometimes he wondered what would have happened if the both of them had decided to stay together. But then again, the thought of kissing Elias didn't sit well with him. Maybe it was the accent. Or the hair. No, Elias was too white for Carlos.

"Think about it," He motioned Elias to follow him as he circled the obstacle tower. His right hand rubbing his chin as he spoke. "Your dad is Ares, and yet you're the calmest of them all- sometimes- you don't have a love interest- and no, that guy Kyrin doesn't count." Carlos stopped in his tracks to look at Elias. "Seriously, him? You know you could do so much better! I dunno, like Kalinda or Isaura! Or Even that Dorian guy! No, wait, he's kinda weird too." The first time Elias told Carlos about that asshole that liked to ignore him and get his ass kicked, he wanted to slap some sense into Elias.

"I thought you were going to tell me how I am a background character and not how my taste in people is shitty." Elias crossed his arms, arching an eyebrow at Carlos. "Aw, don't tell me you are jealous. What? Miss me that much?" He laughed, leaning in closer to look at his former boyfriend closer. "And here I thought you weren't the jealous type, Carlitos." He wanted to laugh. Carlos was good, very good at distracting him and making him forget about everything else. He could already feel a lot better by just teasing the guy.

"Dude, please, the one who is doing the missing is you." Carlos rolled his eyes, pushing Elias's face away from him and walking past him and out of the pavilion. Despite the teasing, he was glad Elias looked a lot more relaxed now. Dealing with some angry siblings must be hard. Carlos couldn't even imagine it. He was glad that he was an only child, as far as he knew. Although, it must be nice to have other people to call family. Right now, all he had was his mother, Tyche, and even then, she didn't visit as often as she used to. It did get pretty lonely.

"Anyways, like I was saying," Carlos looked at Elias as they continued to walk. "You are the nice one from Cabin Eight and -"

"So you don't think Octavia is nice?"

"I mean, I do but-"

"But means no. Maybe I should tell her."

"Oh, Gods no! She'll kick my ass!"

"Uh huh." Elias smirked, looking at Carlos now. "You wanna keep going about the background character thing?" Elias wasn't bothered by it. He knew that the son of Tyche was only trying to distract him. It was working, but now it was backfiring against him. How unlucky. It had always been fun to mess with the guy as it was easy to talk to Carlos. He didn't have to try to be someone else or act tough. Elias just had to be Elias.

He looked up as they were approaching the Big House. He could see quite a few people already gathered around there, trying to sneak a peek at the daughter of Hades. He saw just as Erin ran out of the building and straight into the boy named Dorian. He could see Kyrin there too, eyes trained of Erin as she ran away from the forming crowd outside the house.

He didn't know her much. She had always given Elias the cold shoulder no matter how many times he talked to her. He didn't hold it against her. Elias didn't resent Erin or disliked her. It was like talking with Kyrin. Both of them had an air around them. Talking about Kyrin, he could see how worried he was. He knew that the son of Aphrodite was close to Erin.

"I'll catch you later, okay?" Elias glanced at Carlos before rushing over to the Big House.

"What- Elias?!" Carlos groaned, tempted to chase after him before he groaned loudly when he saw who he was trying to catch up to. Kyrin had already taken off after Erin, a lot slower than the rest. He could see that Kyrin was hesitant about chasing after the girl. He was always so jumpy around large crowds. Always looking over his shoulder and glaring at anyone that would even dare to look at him. Cold and calculating. Looking at him now, Carlos could see what Elias found curious about that asshole. "Idiot." Carlos rolled his eyes and turned to head over to his cabin.

The Moon's Vault

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R O H A A N R O H A A N _______________________________ I S S A M A I T I S S A M A I T Theme ____________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y ____________________________________________________ 22 | Male | Tiefling Adept, 3rd Class ____________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y ____________________________________________________ Ever since Rohaan joined the Guild he has been a pretty quiet guy around others. He's not spoken unless spoken to, he doesn't raise his voice or is even known to get angry. He is a bit wary around large gatherings and flinches at loud sudden noises or yelling. Despite that, Rohaan is rutheless in a fight. He shows no remorse as he slices through his enemies. There is no fear in his eyes when an abomination is standing infront of him. Some have even said they have seen him smile. ____________________________________________________ A P P E R A N C E ____________________________________________________ ● Height - 6'3" ● Weight - 195 lbs ● Hair - Black ● Eyes - Gold ● Body Marks - N/A

O R G I N S ________________________________________________________________________________________ Seyf is a booming city surrounding a grand lake and located in the Kann desert. It's streets are covered with all sorts of colorful people, lively music, and a booming economy. Born as Issam to a wealthy merchant family, the Ait. He was the youngest of the three Ait children. Amara, the first born, Lei, the second, and baby Issam. His older sisters eagerly followed his parent's footsteps. Slowly but surely, they began to create their own connections around the Kann deserts and its inhabitants. The oldest married a rival merchant. The whole relationship and union caused arguments in both families. There was even a duel somewhere in there, but in the end, Amara was happily married. His other sister continued the family business and took after their parents' position after they retired. And Issam, Issam kept to himself all throughout the years. He was a quiet and timid boy growing up. Issam didn't have the talent for talking or the charm the rest of his family possessed. Instead, he'd spend his time reading any book he could about arcane magic, its history, and how to manipulate the webs and ley lines of magic around them. It took him a few months to convince his parents, but Issam was finally allowed to pursue his curiosity. He was around 11 when he conjured his first item—a small piece of wood. Happy and proud of their son, the Ait parents were now fueling Issam's interest and newly found passion. They agreed to send him to Arskel, where he would study under one of the most powerful Arcane users in the city-state. He began his studies with the old wizard at 12. He ran away when he turned 17. Issam spent two years living in The Cliff's streets. He didn't know his name or who he was. All he had in his possession was a ring and an old journal. One day someone from the Wayfarer's Guild found him while he used an illusion spell to help him steal some bread. They took him in after chasing him down all around The Cliff. They had been impressed by his ability to create very detailed illusions. Now, as Rohaan, he has been in the Guild for three years. He had slowly gotten over the fear of using his arcane magic and made progress with human interactions. Little by little Rohaan is coming out of his shell. M A G I C ________________________________________________________________________________________ ● Arcane Magic - Issam has spent most of his life studying and researching this type of magic. While he still has quite a long way to go, he is eager to continue his studies. ● Conjuration - Rohaan uses arcane magic for the purpose of conjuring manifestations of creatures, energy or objects. He mainly uses conjuration for weapons, afraid he'd lose control of his magical abilities again. ● Illusion - Rohaan is most comfortable using Illusionary magic. His illusions have become rather intricate. ● Abjuration - Rohaan can easily create magical wards or armor that protects a person from magic or physical damage. A ward only lasts a few seconds while the armor a few minutes. He has yet to create abjuration spells that last more than three minutes. ● Devil's Tongue - An ability passed down for generations in his family, Rohaan has the ability to influence others minds. He is limited to using this ability once a day and it doesn't work most of the time due to his lack of social skills. E Q U I P M E N T ________________________________________________________________________________________ ● A dagger he stole from some rich jerk during his first year at the Guild. The Guild doesn't know it's stolen. ● A silver ring with a sapphire. There are letters engraved on the inside but he doesn't understand the language or knows where he got it from. He uses it as a focus. ● An old journal with all sorts of writings and spells in it. They are written in the same language as the letters on the ring. While he doesn't understand the letters he recognizes the drawings of the sigils and sketches of herbs. Doesn't let anyone else see it.

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__________________________________ __________________________________ __________________________________ __________________________________ __________________________________ __________________________________ Disclaimer: - Please don't post anything in the thread, but likes and PMs are always welcomed! - I use an iPad pro and an Apple pencil for my art. - I also draw traditionally, but all of my art supplies are pretty old. - Might upload some of my old stuff. - If you are looking for commisions, shoot me a message! __________________________________

The Wayfarer's Guild

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R O H A A N R O H A A N _______________________________ I S S A M A I T I S S A M A I T Theme ____________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y ____________________________________________________ 22 | Male | Tiefling Adept, 3rd Class ____________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y ____________________________________________________ Ever since Rohaan joined the Guild he has been a pretty quiet guy around others. He's not spoken unless spoken to, he doesn't raise his voice or is even known to get angry. He is a bit wary around large gatherings and flinches at loud sudden noises or yelling. Despite that, Rohaan is rutheless in a fight. He shows no remorse as he slices through his enemies. There is no fear in his eyes when an abomination is standing infront of him. Some have even said they have seen him smile. ____________________________________________________ A P P E R A N C E ____________________________________________________ ● Height - 6'3" ● Weight - 195 lbs ● Hair - Black ● Eyes - Gold ● Body Marks - N/A

O R G I N S ________________________________________________________________________________________ Seyf is a booming city surrounding a grand lake and located in the Kann desert. It's streets are covered with all sorts of colorful people, lively music, and a booming economy. Born as Issam to a wealthy merchant family, the Ait. He was the youngest of the three Ait children. Amara, the first born, Lei, the second, and baby Issam. His older sisters eagerly followed his parent's footsteps. Slowly but surely, they began to create their own connections around the Kann deserts and its inhabitants. The oldest married a rival merchant. The whole relationship and union caused arguments in both families. There was even a duel somewhere in there, but in the end, Amara was happily married. His other sister continued the family business and took after their parents' position after they retired. And Issam, Issam kept to himself all throughout the years. He was a quiet and timid boy growing up. Issam didn't have the talent for talking or the charm the rest of his family possessed. Instead, he'd spend his time reading any book he could about arcane magic, its history, and how to manipulate the webs and ley lines of magic around them. It took him a few months to convince his parents, but Issam was finally allowed to pursue his curiosity. He was around 11 when he conjured his first item—a small piece of wood. Happy and proud of their son, the Ait parents were now fueling Issam's interest and newly found passion. They agreed to send him to Arskel, where he would study under one of the most powerful Arcane users in the city-state. He began his studies with the old wizard at 12. He ran away when he turned 17. Issam spent two years living in The Cliff's streets. He didn't know his name or who he was. All he had in his possession was a ring and an old journal. One day someone from the Wayfarer's Guild found him while he used an illusion spell to help him steal some bread. They took him in after chasing him down all around The Cliff. They had been impressed by his ability to create very detailed illusions. Now, as Rohaan, he has been in the Guild for three years. He had slowly gotten over the fear of using his arcane magic and made progress with human interactions. Little by little Rohaan is coming out of his shell. M A G I C ________________________________________________________________________________________ ● Arcane Magic - Issam has spent most of his life studying and researching this type of magic. While he still has quite a long way to go, he is eager to continue his studies. ● Conjuration - Rohaan uses arcane magic for the purpose of conjuring manifestations of creatures, energy or objects. He mainly uses conjuration for weapons, afraid he'd lose control of his magical abilities again. ● Illusion - Rohaan is most comfortable using Illusionary magic. His illusions have become rather intricate. ● Abjuration - Rohaan can easily create magical wards or armor that protects a person from magic or physical damage. A ward only lasts a few seconds while the armor a few minutes. He has yet to create abjuration spells that last more than three minutes. ● Devil's Tongue - An ability passed down for generations in his family, Rohaan has the ability to influence others minds. He is limited to using this ability once a day and it doesn't work most of the time due to his lack of social skills. E Q U I P M E N T ________________________________________________________________________________________ ● A dagger he stole from some rich jerk during his first year at the Guild. The Guild doesn't know it's stolen. ● A silver ring with a sapphire. There are letters engraved on the inside but he doesn't understand the language or knows where he got it from. He uses it as a focus. ● An old journal with all sorts of writings and spells in it. They are written in the same language as the letters on the ring. While he doesn't understand the letters he recognizes the drawings of the sigils and sketches of herbs. Doesn't let anyone else see it.

The Wayfarer's Guild

Rohaan

R O H A A N R O H A A N _______________________________ I S S A M A I T I S S A M A I T Theme ____________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y ____________________________________________________ 22 | Male | Tiefling Adept, 3rd Class ____________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y ____________________________________________________ Ever since Rohaan joined the Guild he has been a pretty quiet guy around others. He's not spoken unless spoken to, he doesn't raise his voice or is even known to get angry. He is a bit wary around large gatherings and flinches at loud sudden noises or yelling. Despite that, Rohaan is rutheless in a fight. He shows no remorse as he slices through his enemies. There is no fear in his eyes when an abomination is standing infront of him. Some have even said they have seen him smile. ____________________________________________________ A P P E R A N C E ____________________________________________________ ● Height - 6'3" ● Weight - 195 lbs ● Hair - Black ● Eyes - Gold ● Body Marks - N/A

O R G I N S ________________________________________________________________________________________ Seyf is a booming city surrounding a grand lake and located in the Kann desert. It's streets are covered with all sorts of colorful people, lively music, and a booming economy. Born as Issam to a wealthy merchant family, the Ait. He was the youngest of the three Ait children. Amara, the first born, Lei, the second, and baby Issam. His older sisters eagerly followed his parent's footsteps. Slowly but surely, they began to create their own connections around the Kann deserts and its inhabitants. The oldest married a rival merchant. The whole relationship and union caused arguments in both families. There was even a duel somewhere in there, but in the end, Amara was happily married. His other sister continued the family business and took after their parents' position after they retired. And Issam, Issam kept to himself all throughout the years. He was a quiet and timid boy growing up. Issam didn't have the talent for talking or the charm the rest of his family possessed. Instead, he'd spend his time reading any book he could about arcane magic, its history, and how to manipulate the webs and ley lines of magic around them. It took him a few months to convince his parents, but Issam was finally allowed to pursue his curiosity. He was around 11 when he conjured his first item—a small piece of wood. Happy and proud of their son, the Ait parents were now fueling Issam's interest and newly found passion. They agreed to send him to Arskel, where he would study under one of the most powerful Arcane users in the city-state. He began his studies with the old wizard at 12. He ran away when he turned 17. Issam spent two years living in The Cliff's streets. He didn't know his name or who he was. All he had in his possession was a ring and an old journal. One day someone from the Wayfarer's Guild found him while he used an illusion spell to help him steal some bread. They took him in after chasing him down all around The Cliff. They had been impressed by his ability to create very detailed illusions. Now, as Rohaan, he has been in the Guild for three years. He had slowly gotten over the fear of using his arcane magic and made progress with human interactions. Little by little Rohaan is coming out of his shell. M A G I C ________________________________________________________________________________________ ● Arcane Magic - Issam has spent most of his life studying and researching this type of magic. While he still has quite a long way to go, he is eager to continue his studies. ● Conjuration - Rohaan uses arcane magic for the purpose of conjuring manifestations of creatures, energy or objects. He mainly uses conjuration for weapons, afraid he'd lose control of his magical abilities again. ● Illusion - Rohaan is most comfortable using Illusionary magic. His illusions have become rather intricate. ● Abjuration - Rohaan can easily create magical wards or armor that protects a person from magic or physical damage. A ward only lasts a few seconds while the armor a few minutes. He has yet to create abjuration spells that last more than three minutes. ● Devil's Tongue - An ability passed down for generations in his family, Rohaan has the ability to influence others minds. He is limited to using this ability once a day and it doesn't work most of the time due to his lack of social skills. E Q U I P M E N T ________________________________________________________________________________________ ● A dagger he stole from some rich jerk during his first year at the Guild. The Guild doesn't know it's stolen. ● A silver ring with a sapphire. There are letters engraved on the inside but he doesn't understand the language or knows where he got it from. He uses it as a focus. ● An old journal with all sorts of writings and spells in it. They are written in the same language as the letters on the ring. While he doesn't understand the letters he recognizes the drawings of the sigils and sketches of herbs. Doesn't let anyone else see it.

Hope this is okay. Let me know if I should change anything!