Nephriel

The Ties that Bind

Anna hugged Serena back and smiled, "Yeah... it has." She chuckled at Serena's struggle to find something nice to say and shook her head, "There is that... but don't let them get to you. You're great for Seb, he's so hard headed it's good to have someone around who can get into that thick skull of his." Seb rolled his eyes, "Like I'm the only one..." He tensed somewhat, despite the training he spent time doing with Serena certain auras were harder to block out than others... Like auras he was familiar with or ones he was around often. He sensed Gunner even before he turned around and saw him. Anna's eyes followed his and she felt a lump jump into her throat... Her heart clenching in her chest. She wanted to go after him, tease him like she had before... Get him to say... anything. Instead, she watched him glance at them stonily and walk away as if he felt... nothing. She felt her eyes sting, bit her lip. Well, what had she expected really? They'd been apart for two years, she'd left without resolving anything, she'd avoided him pointedly. Did she think he'd welcome her back with open arms? She shook her head, swallowing down the lump in her throat and forcing back the tears. It was stupid to think he'd still feel anything for her other than maybe anger... She'd ruined things all because she couldn't take the idea that he might leave her if he decided their relationship was inappropriate or he wanted kids. The thought of children hurt and when she caught Seb eyeing her she knew it must be showing in her aura... She pushed the emotions away, blocked them out like she had thoughts of Gunner, and forced herself to smile. "Guess he's in a bad mood," she joked. Sebastian frowned, "He's changed a lot since you left..." Anna could read more into those words... but she chose not to. What she'd done, she'd done for Gunner. He'd been constantly worrying about her when he noticed her being shut out but it had only held him back. He'd worked so hard, she didn't want that wasted and she couldn't help feeling his duties would always be more important. She had worried about how he felt when the other Elites noticed her scar... She'd worried about how he felt when they frowned on their relationship. She'd pushed hard to keep up with him, to be the Anna she had been... Somewhere along the way, though... She'd lost respect for herself. Maybe she'd never really gotten over letting herself be bitten... Or maybe it's what her mother had revealed when she'd graduated. She'd never told Gunner... Not Seb... Not anyone. She wouldn't... She didn't want them seeing her differently. She'd given up on fitting in, she'd given up on keeping up, she'd given up on seeing herself as more than a tool for the Moroi. Seb was the only Moroi she still cared for... She did her job but she did it without getting attached. "Yeah well... a lot has changed," she said tiredly. "Come on, let's get you two unpacked. I think they gave you teacher's quarters so you and Serena can stay together." Sebastian glanced at Serena, shook his head... Apparently, Anna was going to continue to avoid Gunner. He sighed and wrapped his arm around his Shadow-Kissed Guardian, pulling her close. They'd agreed not to rub it in Anna's face but if they weren't affectionate at all then Anna would worry... and she didn't need more to worry about. "You know you can't avoid him forever. The two of you are going to be working together." Anna shook her head, "Not really, he's a teacher and I'm a Guard..." Seb rolled his eyes, "You remember how it works Anna... and you'll be teaching also when Gunner is Guarding. Your paths are bound to cross." She sighed, "What do you want me to do Seb? Go to him and beg forgiveness... tell him I didn't mean it and I was stupid to leave? You think he cares?" "If it's the truth maybe you should tell him... and he cares more than you think." She scoffed, "A lot of damage has been done Seb... but if it makes you feel better I'll talk to him... at least to make sure things are civil between us... for you two." Seb groaned, "Still as hard headed as ever... Look, he's angry. Maybe you should give him time, all I'm saying is that time doesn't mean forever. Somehow you two are going to have to put this behind you... at least to work together." Anna trudged up to the door in the teacher's dorm and shoved it open with a sigh, "I already said I'll try... but I doubt it will fix anything. It might make them worse. It seems like he's content avoiding me..." Seb rolled his eyes again, stepped into his room with Serena. "Did it look like he was content to you?" She shook her head and left them there, heading out of the dorm. ~*~ Seb looked at Serena and groaned, "Well that went well."

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Name: Sebastian Lazar Race: Moroi Element: Spirit Age: 21 Guardian: Unknown Abilities: Seeing auras (which he can't help), brushing people's minds with his own also accidentally (which enables him to hear their thoughts), compulsion (which he also doesn't use on purpose but even when he's not using it people tend to be drawn to him), and healing others (which he almost NEVER EVER does because of the heavy toll it takes on him). Description: Personality: Sarcastic, stubborn, and a trouble maker known for pushing the rules. Sebastian believes Moroi should learn to protect themselves instead of having to rely on others, disliking the idea of someone else putting their life of the line to protect his. He at first refused a Guardian until his parents forced it upon him... like so much else. Sebastian suffers from the moodiness and depression commonly found in most Spirit Users and tends to drown it out by getting into trouble... drinking, smoking, flirting. He refuses to get close to anyone either, pushing anyone who manages to start breaking down his walls away... usually with cruel words or actions... thoroughly burning the bridge between himself and nearly everyone else. He is fun loving and a bit of a wild child and though he has a great many friends, none of them know him very well aside from one or two very close ones who refuse to let him push them out of his life. History: Sebastian has always been a bit of a disappointment to his parents. He has always been a rule breaker and has a severe dislike for courtly duties and politics, tending to do anything he can to stay away from such things. His other siblings are the golden kids, doing exactly what's expected of them but as the eldest of his line he is the Prince and so his parents tend to try to push him into things... Because of his parent's constant disapproval, even when he tries to get things right, and their constant comparison to his deceased elder brother Sebastian tends to go out of his way to irritate and embarrass his parents... giving them a real reason to be disappointed. His inability to declare a magic, which exposed him as a Spirit User, is among his latest failures which his father gives him hell about constantly... as if he could have chosen otherwise. Sebastian doesn't talk about it but Spirit scares him, he can tell when the spells of madness hit even when he just slips a little... saying strange things or feeling the paranoia or the irrational agitation... This is also another big reason he won't let anyone get too close, he's afraid he might hurt someone. In his senior year Sebastian met Serena and was paired up with her as her Ward. Serena's kind heart and patience won Seb over and he has been with her ever since despite his parent's disapproval. Now, Sebastian is working as a teacher for the Spirit wielding Moroi students at the Academy, at Serena's urging. He has been happier than he has been in years with his new job and his Shadow-Kissed Guardian at his side. However, like any Moroi royal, Sebastian has duties... ones his parents are pushing hard to see him fulfill... A fling with a Guardian is one thing, but a Moroi is supposed to wed another Moroi and with Seb being pushed to become Prince of his line, everything has become more complicated.

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Name: Angelina Ross Race: Dhampir Age: 21 Ward: Unknown Description: Personality: Passionate, stubborn, relatively outgoing, serious about her duties, and highly protective of those she cares about. She can be sarcastic and tends to tease her friends but she has a big heart. She has absolutely zero tolerance for bullies and unlike most Moroi and Dhampir students she doesn't condemn the Dhampirs who live in the communes as she came from one herself. She is more like one of the guys than a girly girl, enjoying sports and fighting over shopping and gossip. History: Angelina was born in a Dhampir commune and she learned early how hard life could be. Her mother struggled to support her and her two younger sisters in a world that sees her only as a 'blood whore' despite the fact that all her children, aside from Anna, are from one Moroi male... Anna's mother won't talk to her about her father and so Anna has no idea who he is. In the commune Angelina got to see first hand how badly Moroi men who came there treated Dhampir women but despite that, when she heard of the training compensation law being passed she immediately signed up for Academy in order to help support her family the best way she could. Despite Anna's disdain toward most Moroi Royals and her wary attitude around most Moroi males Anna sets it aside and takes her training very seriously... The better and more professional you are the more likely you are to get a royal ward and the more important the Moroi you are assigned to the more money you make once you become a Guardian. Money, to Anna, means a way to help provide for and take care of her family and family is everything... During her senior year Anna graduated top of her class with Gunner Marks. She joined the Elites and has been serving as a temporary Guardian to Albhe Drozdov until now. After the large group of Dhampir students graduated last year and more joined this year, more than has been seen in quite some time, due to the new laws in place by the Queen the Academy was in need of more teachers... More Guardians to watch the school grounds. So Anna was reassigned to Academy...

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Anna took a deep breath before stepping out of the black sedan, pushing her hair back from her face and tucking it behind her ear. For the past three years she'd been avoiding this place, it held a lot of memories and though they were great ones really, they hurt more than she cared to admit. She'd loved this place, loved being with her friends... Sebastian, Serena, Gunner... They'd all been so close their senior year. Serena and Sebastian had fallen in love and she and Gunner had planned to join the Elites which would almost guarantee they'd be able to stay together... Except it hadn't worked that way. When they'd graduated at the top of their class both Gunner and Anna had made it into the Elites but what they hadn't counted on was more tests, more training, the constant pressure from the veterans. Though they'd excelled the strain took a toll on their relationship. Both of them were so focused on impressing the other Elites, the Queen, staying 'top of the class', that they had very little time for each other. Gunner, as always, was the more focused of the two... all business as they say and Anna, though she knew he was fighting so hard for her and his own demons, couldn't help but feel just a little abandoned. So, she too had thrown in all the harder into their work. In the end, when the Queen had asked that some of the Elites be placed with temporary Wards just long enough to buy time for the newer and more numerous generation to graduate both Gunner and Anna had said yes along with three others. There hadn't been any arguing, there had actually been very little discussion over the matter. Anna had accepted first because she felt as though she were holding Gunner back, like she was losing him anyway as the Elites seemed to have taking more of a liking to him. It wasn't the first time she'd been brushed off because of her gender, she'd proven herself just as good as the rest but barely got any recognition... Whereas Gunner was constantly surrounded and praised... She felt like she was falling to the background and though she was happy for Gunner's success... she just felt out of place. So, she'd decided maybe being with a ward was the best place for her. It would give Gunner time to shine, and she knew he would, instead of worrying about her... Then, when he'd told her he'd accepted too without knowing she had she'd been caught off guard... hurt. She knew his duty was important to him but the fact that he'd choose to leave still stung. She didn't ask him why... She'd lied about how happy she was and how maybe this would be better... Hollow words... and she'd left the next morning. Being back here... it hurt. Still, she couldn't help but smile somewhat as Sebastian's familiar vehicle pulled in and the Moroi man stepped out. It hadn't been long since she'd seen him, they'd kept in touch and often met out to eat... Anna suspected he did the same with Gunner but she never asked... ever... and it was never brought up because even when they slipped and he came up in conversations about the past the table fell into an awkward silence until someone, usually Serena, changed the subject. The Moroi came over and wrapped his arms around her warmly, no teasing today... maybe because he could see the lost look in her eyes, and she hugged him back with a sigh, "Hey Seb... Where's Serena?" He glanced back at the car, "She's coming, I think she might have wanted to give us a second... You okay?" Anna shrugged, "Yeah, fine... Let's get you two unpacked." Sebastian hesitated, "Anna, wait. You should probably know... Gunner is going to be here. He was assigned here two days ago, he doesn't know you're going to be here... I haven't gotten to talk to him. I've been dealing with my family... again." Anna suddenly felt an overwhelming torrent of mixed emotion that all combined to make her feel ill, she closed her eyes and dragged a hand through her messy hair. She should have known... nothing could be easy. Her stomach was in knots and her heart felt like it was going to race out of her chest. She wanted to see him, to assure herself that he was okay... happy... but at the same time she didn't. Two years had gone by since she'd left to meet her Ward and she'd refused any invitation to join up with the Elites for convo... eats... she just didn't feel like she belonged there and she didn't feel like tearing open old wounds by seeing Gunner... Who she was almost certain was the one sending her the invites. She'd made few friends among the Elites, they'd been predominantly male and as female Guardians were rare... Well, you see why she felt out of place... Especially with her history. Her one scar, though not nearly as severe as Serena's many, drew attention... and judgement. She rubbed the scar on her neck and then touched the molinja marks to reassure herself that she'd made up for her mistake... a few times. She shook her head, "It's fine, no big deal. Is that what Serena was waiting for you to tell me?" Seb looked skeptical and Anna, uncomfortable under his knowing eyes, headed towards the car. "Serena?" She had a desperate need to hug the girl she'd managed to become close with, and it hadn't been easy. Serena had her own trust issues to deal with but in the end Anna had beaten down that wall... partly through having something in common and partly because Anna was just that stubborn.

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It starts... :)

Dragon Heart, Eragon style RP

I'd possibly be in too. I'll keep an eye on this rp.

Skyfall ~ Fantasy Rp

Major Ursa, as Drow worship a spider goddess of sorts that is perfectly acceptable. ^^ Everyone I've seen is accepted so far. :) We've got a gremlin, an elf, a druid, and a drow.... a somewhat interesting mix. XD

Skyfall ~ Fantasy Rp

I'll let everyone know who is accepted and stuff once I have a few more entries to see if I have enough interest to even worry about it. :P

Skyfall ~ Fantasy Rp

Yay! I'm getting some interest! Name: Nazrah Sabrae Race: Half Drow Gender: Female Age: 26 Element: Spirit Racial Strengths/Weakness: +Low light vision with which she sees clearly in shades of grey. +Dark vision with which she can see outlines and detect movement in almost complete darkness. +Her hearing is incredibly sharp. +She heals quickly. +She is faster than the usual Drow but less hardy. -Her sensitive vision means that sunlight hurts her eyes, so she often keeps her hood up to shield them. -She is weaker than normal Drow and humans and her complete lack of magic since birth has made her an outcast. Personal Strengths/Weakness: +She can move almost completely silently. +She is skilled with a short sword and bow. +She is trained in many forms of combat. +Manipulation and cunning are her strong suits. -She is not good at actually being friendly... Seductive and sly are easy...friendly is a problem. -She is better at attacking from stealth or with strategy than outright battle. -She sometimes thinks that she is going insane because she hears voices... and recently she has started listening to them. Inventory: *Two blades known as the Gemini Sisters. They were once sentient enough to speak with their wielder and to grant their strengths... even shift forms, but now they have gone silent and they sleep. One is so hot that if you should touch it you would be burned. The other is so cold that to touch it would cause frostbite. *A longbow and arrows. *Poisoned throwing knives. *Two daggers on her hips. *Coin purse. *Meager rations. Personality: Stand-offish, cold, distrustful, sly, mischievous, somewhat sarcastic, curious, protective of those she gets close to even if those people are few. Background: Nazrah was born into the Drow world to an elven mother who died in childbirth and a Drow father who passed her off to the Drow women to handle. Nazrah was not expected to live as her mother was a high elf and so she'd been highly attuned to the stars and the moon which is why she'd been so weak during her pregnancy and why she'd died... She wasn't made to be kept underground. Nazrah surprised everyone with her strong will to live and as she grew she continued to surprise as she fought tooth and nail against others her age not only for her own life but to prove to her father that she could be just as good as any full Drow. The life of a Drow child revolves around training and survival, children were pitted against each other and those to weak to win were killed... The fact that Nazrah was physically weaker than the others meant she had to compensate by being vicious and tactical. She was taught not to care for anything more than her own life and she was taught never to trust another... Her softer nature earned her quite a few nasty scars until she learned to harden herself. Nazrah's father was an Arcane Warrior and though magic was dying most Drow still had at least some... Nazrah had none and this served to further make her an outcast. It was the night of her 20th birthday when she began hearing voices. At first she thought it was just her mind playing tricks but then she noticed that sometimes she could hear the rocks hum... The more she listened to the voices the more convinced she became that someone was calling to her... trying to get her attention. In the end, Nazrah stole her father's blades and broke to the surface... a place she'd only been a few brief times in her life when she became pale and sickly and her father became convinced she needed the sky. Now, she is simply wandering... trying to find the source of the voices in her head.

Skyfall ~ Fantasy Rp

"The world has changed... battles have torn cities asunder and wars have ravaged these lands countless times, but every time we've rebuilt. A thousand times nations have crumbled only to be born again from the ashes under another name, another banner. Yet, I fear there is something in the air that is poisoning us, something sinister, a harbinger of something far worse to come than the petty quarrels of mere mortals. I fear an end for us all... a final end. Even now, there is a chill in the air, it clings tightly to the skin like something sickly... leaching away the warmth and the light making everything seem dim and grey. Something is wrong, something is off. The Seers have gone blind to the future, able to see nothing but darkness and blurred shapes in their mists. Even the harmonies of our reality have become discordant and unpleasant to the ears of the Elder ones. Dragons are disappearing, sinking in to unnatural hibernations from which they will not wake, turning into living stone. It is as if someone is sucking all the magic from the world, bleeding it dry... and in a world that thrives on magic, where magic is as much 'life' as is the blood in our veins, children are being born without it for the first time in millennium... and people are terrified. I know what is to come, I've seen what the other Seers cannot... or refuse to. Yet another war, people tearing their own cities apart and turning on their own families... The death of the Elders, the Fae slipping behind their veil and closing themselves off from a dying world in hopes of escaping an inevitable fate, our people divided against a threat that we cannot afford to ignore. The future is shrouded but I do not need my sight to know what is to come... If we do not find some way to band together... our world will fall." -- Seer Asala ~*~ It has been nearly 800 years since the young Seeress hurriedly scribbled that, the first of many warnings, into the margins of what is now known as the Litany of Asala or the Scroll of Sorrows. The Books of Prophecy the Seers had carefully maintained burned along with their island home when the war that Asala foretold finally came knocking at their door. The Kingdoms were angry. The Seers, who had always had some form of advice even when it was vague or obscure, had no answers as to why magic was dying... People blamed them for not seeing the Waning coming and some even suggested that it was the direct fault of the Seers who they claimed were lying about the loss of the Sight and were stealing the magic for themselves... It was the beginning of the end and it was the start of the era known as Skyfall, so named because the day Sieran fell the sky above the island and most of the southern region clouded over and these clouds have not dispersed ever since... After Sieran fell, the nations toppled one at a time into chaos and destruction... falling into constant wars against one another, both sides blaming the other for the lost magics. All the while, no one was paying any attention to the darkness rising in the South... the spread of those ominous storm clouds... and the sightings of strange creatures lurking in the mountains and forests were brushed aside as paranoia in a world gone wrong. Even still, there is hope... however slim it may be. Near the end of her tragically short life, Asala's writings became cryptic and nonsensical. Some people believe that being the last of the Seers able to still peer beyond the mists, and whatever she saw there, drove her insane and that these writings are nothing more than the desperate ramblings of a mad woman... However, others believe that as her abilities faded she wrote the only things she could see... bits and pieces of the future, vague hints... They see it as a prophecy and one that speaks of a pinprick of light in a world covered in thick, otherwise impenetrable darkness. ~*~ So, basically I don't even know where I'm going with this yet but that's what makes it fun. :) I know that we will be playing characters who were born magic-less and that through some kind of weird shenanigans that I'll be pulling off we'll all be meeting after our introductions to the story and attempting to figure out what is going on with the world and all for our own individual reasons. Our characters, and I'm only accepting five main players(not counting myself), will be co-GMing with me... What I mean by that is you'll be helping to make big plot decisions and tossing in your own twists and any ideas you might have. Whereas, anyone else I accept will be oblivious of what is going to happen until things happen and will be minor characters who may have magic if they want but will be playing more of a backup role to the main characters. I'm only really going to be in charge of maintaining order and of course I'll have the final say over what (or who) does or does not make it into the story... Don't worry, I'll only flat out reject your idea if it's terrible. XP I'd like players who can post once a day and who can write at least ten sentences... The more the better so long as you aren't describing every hair on your dog's nose, if you know what I mean. As far as maturity levels in this story, please keep it PG-13... This means some cursing is okay and fading to black at intimate moments is fine but no constant snoodling in the corners, or going past snooding in the public thread (that's just rude... and gross... don't forget gross), and no never-ending streams of bad language, thank you! As far as our main characters go, as I said, they must be non-magical. By that I don't mean you can't play an elf or some other mystical being, you just won't have any magical ability. Physical abilities of races such as seeing in low light for dwarves or intense hearing for elves are still fine, you just won't be waving your magic wand and poofing bunnies about or anything. :P ~*~ Name: Race: (Elf, Dwarf, Human, Fae-there are different kinds, or Lizard-person... I won't be accepting cat people or fox people or furries because in general I don't like the way they are played... Attention grabbers after romantic smexy time that takes away from my story aren't my favs. I MIGHT reconsider if you surprise me by seeming sufficiently different than the above stereotype or if it is a ligit type of Fae like a Cait-Sith.) Gender: (Male, Female, Genderless) Age:(You cannot be over 100 or so years of age even if you're an elf because the magic that keeps you immortal is dying) Racial Abilities/Weaknesses: (Such as elves and their speedy healing, dwarves and low light because of caves, or Fae and their weakness to iron) Personal Abilities/Weaknesses: (Such as you can charm the pants off the pope but you are clumsy as hell?) Element: (Fire, Water, Earth, Air, Lighting, Spirit... Only the main characters get these and once one is claimed by an accepted character, you cannot has. These won't come into play at all until later.) Inventory: (Let us know what you're starting the gameplay with...Also, do you have cookies? I guess if you don't it doesn't matter but... if you do you should totally share... Just saying.)) Personality: (Do I like you? :P ) Background: (Who are you and where did you come from... and why are you following me?! Creepy stalker people... Sheesh... Go make your profiles already!)