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Aaron beamed at Lilie, whose excitement was clear (and so cute) on her face. "It gets me every time I watch him fight," he replied with a sheepish chuckle and a tug on his ear, "When we train, he usually has to slo-"
Aaron whipped around to Salem, eyes widening as he tried to pick the sounds apart to form words, leaning a little away as Salem chattered along at the speed of sound. When the onslaught had ceased, he simply blinked a few times, a dumbstruck smirk curling his lips and a laugh threatening in his throat. Salem seemed to note the hesitation and buzzed out what was probably an explanation.
Aaron again had to pause a few seconds to pick out the few words he'd managed to hear, but he figured he had the gist down. Salem had made something that made him faster; it was very intriguing, and Aaron would be interested to learn more about it. Of course, the side effects were a little... jarring.
Contrary to Salem's high-speed stream of words, Aaron's reply was somewhat halting as he tried to make sure he'd understood the questions correctly. "I suppose I can use both hands, but that's only because the longsword can be used as a one-or-two-handed weapon. I'm definitely not ambidextrous the way Lucan is." He tapped his pommel and laughed. "And no, I'm definitely not that fast. I'm not that anything, really. I'm only human, remember." His smile turned a little more humble and he glanced down. It was true, physically speaking; he wasn't yet capable of using his magic in combat in any meaningful way, and while he had been practicing using his sword as a conduit, he had a long way to go before it would give him any sort of edge against Lucan.
He looked back up at Salem, expression brightening to one of thinly-veiled amusement. "You'll have to tell me more about that concoction of yours sometime!"
He tossed a look back at the arena, where a bout between two others (mages, by the looks of it) was just completing. It must have been a quick one - that pair had only just entered the arena by the time Aaron had gotten distracted. The next pair to enter was announced as the third of the day, and at that realization Aaron turned back to Lilie. "We should head down to the prep area after this match; I assume you'll want a little time to get ready?"
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Aaron beamed at Lilie, whose excitement was clear (and so cute) on her face. "It gets me every time I watch him fight," he replied with a sheepish chuckle and a tug on his ear, "When we train, he usually has to slo-"
Aaron whipped around to Salem, eyes widening as he tried to pick the sounds apart to form words, leaning back as Salem unloaded. When the onslaught had ceased, he simply blinked a few times, a dumbstruck smirk curling his lips and a laugh threatening in his throat. Salem seemed to note the hesitation and buzzed out what was probably an explanation.
Aaron again had to pause a few seconds to pick out the few words he'd managed to hear, but he figured he had the gist down. Salem had made something that made him faster; it was very intriguing, and Aaron would be interested to learn more about it. Of course, the side effects were a little... jarring.
Contrary to Salem's high-speed stream of words, Aaron's reply was somewhat halting as he tried to make sure he'd understood the questions correctly. "I suppose I can use both hands, but that's only because the longsword can be used as a one-or-two-handed weapon. I'm definitely not ambidextrous the way Lucan is." He tapped his pommel and laughed. "And no, I'm definitely not that fast. I'm not that anything, really. I'm only human, remember." His smile turned a little more humble and he glanced down. It was true, physically speaking; he wasn't yet capable of using his magic in combat in any meaningful way, and while he had been practicing using his sword as a conduit, he had a long way to go before it would give him any sort of edge against Lucan.
He looked back up at Salem, expression brightening to one of thinly-veiled amusement. "You'll have to tell me more about that concoction of yours sometime!"
He tossed a look back at the arena, where a bout between two others (mages, by the looks of it) was just completing. It must have been a quick one - that pair had only just entered the arena by the time Aaron had gotten distracted. The next pair to enter was announced as the third of the day, and at that realization Aaron turned back to Lilie. "We should head down to the prep area after this match; I assume you'll want a little time to get ready?"
The image was vivid in Aaron’s mind, an image of moonlight streaming through tall windows onto white marble floors, of mahogany furnishings gleaming black in the near-darkness. An otherwise empty room populated only by two figures in the middle, grasping instruments.
Three soft, rhythmic taps of a foot against the floor, a quick breath in, and suddenly the room came alive. The first sections of Mozart’s Lacrimosa, deep notes harmonizing with higher ones, the occasional sweet dissonance redeemed once more by harmony. The sound reverberated through the room perfectly, washing over everything, like an elegant duet of dancers sweeping across the floor. Every vibration played its part in the chorus and the two voices had the body of twenty as they sang through the space. Had the windows been living, they would have turned to listen.
But suddenly, there was a sour note, and the tenor line stopped playing.
Aaron dropped his head in frustration, a long sigh morphing into a growl. Reaching out around his cello to the pencil on his stand, he drew several dark, angry circles around that damn D flat on his music.
Lucan opened his eyes and lowered his violin from his neck, tilting his head as he slowly placed his instrument beside him on his chair. With a calm hand he removed a handkerchief from his front pocket and wiped some invisible dust from his coat.
“What happened this time Aaron? I’ve heard you play that passage time and time again, something happen today?” It was phrased like a question, but the vampire made it sound more like a statement of fact.
“I’m sorry,” Aaron muttered, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand and straightening up once more, “I’m sorry, I’m just a little distracted I guess.”
His hands went to his sleeves, rolled up to just below his elbows, absently tucking away any stray corner of fabric as his eyes settled somewhere in the distance past his stand. Within a second or two, though, he picked his bow back up and re-settled the cello between his legs, looking hopefully - pleadingly - to Lucan. “Again?”
Lucan’s eyes flashed as he silently placed his handkerchief on Aaron’s stand. “Indeed, relax and we shall continue. I expect that you will tell me what it is that troubles you?” Once again, the statement was phrased as a question, but Aaron could hear the uncertainty in it, probably one of the only people able to pick it out of the vampire’s practiced facade of emotions.
Aaron tilted his cello back onto its stand, put his bow aside and put his face in his hands, exhaling slowly as he tried to rub his distractions out of his head. It didn’t work, and his leg started bouncing instead. Suddenly uncomfortable, he fidgeted around his chair, leaning forward and back until he found his voice again.
“I-” he began, only for the words to die in his throat. He squeezed his eyes shut, opened them and tried again, failed again. There was a long pause before he finally found his words. “They’re sending me to the Academy, Lucan.”
The room fell into deathly silence as Aaron went still; even a soft whisper would have been like screaming. For several long moments it continued until Lucan stepped forward and placed a single hand on Aaron’s shoulder, perhaps collecting himself as he apparently had been taken by surprise. A squeeze, almost comfortingly, was given, and Luc stepped closer.
“I see. I assume that you’re less than excited for that prospect.” His voice was softer than normal, another tell that he was concerned and wanting to help. Sure, maybe acceptance to a school as prestigious as the Academy would be good news to most, but Lucan knew just as well as Aaron did what it meant for the likes of him.
Aaron inhaled sharply, leaning his chin on his hand, bending to rest his elbow on his knee. “My mother told me this morning, she was so happy,” he chuckled humorlessly around the lump in his throat, the sound strained with barely contained emotion. “‘Isn’t it wonderful,’ she told me, ‘isn’t it wonderful they’d choose me to represent the family at the Academy.’” He couldn’t stay still, all the pent-up anxiety from the day coming out as he fiddled mercilessly with his ring. He cleared his throat and blinked furiously at the stinging in his eyes, still shocked from it all. His next words were more of a strained whisper, to no one in particular as he glared daggers at the floor. “Isn’t it great.”
With purposeful steps, Lucan stepped around the chair and retrieved a third, placing it right in front of Aaron and sitting slowly. The same hand replaced itself on Aaron’s right shoulder and Luc moved his head a bit to catch his eyes. “Look at me.” He said, before breathing out needlessly. “Calm yourself Aaron, and look at me.” Luc had clearly picked up on Aaron’s situation and was trying to help him regain control; these were tactics he’d had to use a few times in the past. The handkerchief from earlier found its way into Aaron’s hand but Luc refused to move his eyes. “Deep breaths.”
Aaron nodded and followed Lucan’s orders - something he could default to, that required no thought. It took a little time, but eventually his heart rate did slow and his throat did loosen. “I’m sorry,” he repeated, eyes flashing ashamedly to his hands, wringing Luc’s poor handkerchief like it owed him something, “It’s all very overwhelming, that’s all.”
There was silence for a moment before Aaron added, “I guess I just thought something different was planned for me.”
Luc offered little reaction as Aaron said his piece, simply nodding twice, once as Aaron spoke and again at the end. “We have both been given one job upon entering this world, and a wrench was thrown in yours. But it isn’t the end, if anything this is another test for you to overcome to become the best mage possible.” His voice was quiet, soft and had none of the usual gentle hesitation. “Now straighten up, you’ve been given an opportunity, perhaps not the one we expected but an opportunity nonetheless.”
There was a hesitation, then Luc placed his other hand on Aaron’s opposite shoulder and just stared at him. Aaron could see the gears turning behind his violet eyes as Lucan looked on, until finally after a minute he nodded once more.
Aaron nodded along as Luc spoke, quickly at first and then more assuredly nearer the end. “You’re right,” he affirmed, and of course he was. His lot in life was to be at the Noilas’ beck and call, and sulking was not only unproductive, but ungrateful. After a moment of purposeful breathing, he picked his bow back up, readjusted his cello and straightened his back, looking once more to Lucan. He wasn’t entirely recovered, but he was better than he’d started. “One more time?” he asked, eager to move on.
Lucan removed his hands from Aaron’s shoulders and considered him once again, nodding and smiling softly. He stood and replaced the third chair and then walked purposefully back to his violin which he picked up and then prepared his bow. “On you Aaron, and remember. Regardless of what happens, you can count me on your side.” He inclined his head and prepared to once again launch himself into the world of music.
Aaron offered a ghost of a smile in response and took his playing posture. Three taps of a foot later, and a quick breath in, and the room came back to life.
Salem's offer piqued Aaron's interest, as did how nonchalantly he made it. Salem had been visibly anxious just approaching him, of all people, but producing a contraption filled with blood he'd presumably drawn from himself, totally openly no less, and he was completely calm?
However, it was Lucan's response that Aaron was more interested in; he had to fight back a laugh at the formality of his tone and language. Of course he was used to it, but having spent the day around people his own age, Aaron was all the more aware of how out of place it sounded. He quirked a brow at the vampire with a hint of a smirk. He was definitely showing his age.
At the mention of the match, Lucan shot Aaron a surprised look, to which he responded with a casual shrug. Still, nervous excitement began to bubble up inside him; as close as they were, Aaron was an eternal student around Lucan, and the prospect of demonstrating what he'd learned against a new opponent was both enticing and intimidating. Not to mention that Lucan was starting off the day - he was a tough act to follow.
The rest of lunch passed unremarkably - although Aaron almost whipped out his phone to capture the rare sighting of an actual smile on Luc's face - as he eventually got some food and chatted idly about nothing of consequence, occasionally glancing to Lucan as if he were checking for some sort of cue. An old habit, but one that still never really died. A few times he considered addressing Max, but the mage made it pretty clear he didn't want to be bothered, so Aaron was content to leave him alone.
The bell rang sooner than Aaron expected - though a glance at his watch revealed that over an hour had passed - and he stood as Lucan did, nodding his goodbye. There was one more thing he had to do before he made his way to the arena in time for Lucan's match.
Politely excusing himself, Aaron got rid of his empty tray and dishes and looked around the dining hall. It was harder to see now that people had started to stand and move about, but he managed to catch a spot of white amidst the crowd and made his way over, grinning widely. However, a pang of guilt hit him as he approached. Lilie was all alone.
He frowned for a second, but schooled his expression into something more welcoming as he tapped her on the shoulder. He must have startled her, because she suddenly hugged her phone to her chest. He pretended he didn't notice; he didn't want to embarrass her. "Hey, do you want to come to the arena? A few of us are heading over early to watch my friend's match, and you and I are going to have to be there eventually, and..." he trailed off, smiling like an idiot and tugging on his ear as he searched for words. Something about this girl was so... disarming. "...Well, I'm sure it'll be a good time."
Lilie looked at Aaron, phone to her chest, and finally replied, "Oh, um, sure," She got up from her seat, stuffing her phone into her pocket as she smiled at him. "By your lead, then!"
Aaron nodded, still smiling, and went back to Salem's table, making sure Lilie was keeping up through the crowd. "Salem, you ready to go?" he asked, looking over to Morrigan and Max and adding, "You guys are welcome to come with us too, if you'd like," before he and the others made their way out.
There were lots of people milling about as they left the dining hall, but one group in particular caught Aaron's attention as they passed. A collared mage, whom Aaron recognized as the one he'd tried to encourage before orientation, was being dragged away by a vampiress with her finger hooked under the collar. Try as he did not to see it, to remember that it was none of his business, Aaron couldn't help but feel for the mage. All he could do was keep his eyes averted and do his best not to add to the mage's embarrassment.
However, something else happened out of the corner of Aaron's eye; he almost wouldn't have noticed it amidst all the other bodies in the area had he not been actively trying to avoid looking at the collared mage. As the vampiress' group passed, mage in tow, another mage leaning against a nearby wall appeared to snap a picture of the affair and send it to someone, frowning all the while. Then, a dark mist enshrouded him, boiling for a moment before dissipating completely. The mage was gone.
Aaron's brow furrowed and he glanced at his companions. Had they seen that? It didn't look like they had, and something about it didn't sit right with him. He decided to keep quiet for now.
~ / / / ~
The arena was a bit of a hike away, but luckily the group found their way without issue. After all, once you were in sight of the structure, it was hard to steer toward anything else. The stone arches of the arena dominated the landscape, lit up brilliantly against an otherwise dark sky. It was as if the lit paths leading to it were arteries leading to some kind of brightly burning heart. It had an energy about it, unique to anything else on campus thus far. A certain air of anticipation, even on a more sparsely attended night like tonight.
As they approached one of the entrances, Aaron excused himself from the group to briefly speak to the man in the red robes with the Guild crest on his lapel. After explaining the situation, the mage told Aaron that he and Lilie could squeeze their bout into the fifth slot of the day, provided they could make it quick. Aaron grinned; he didn't think that would be an issue.
Just as he was thanking the Guild mage for his help, none other than Varis stepped out from behind him, deep in conversation with a taller man. Aaron couldn't make out what was being said, nor did he want to; on the contrary, he made his way back to his acquaintances as quickly as could politely be managed, tensing to cease the weird pang in his gut. He'd been enjoying his day so far with (mostly) other mages, and as selfish as it was, he didn't want it to come to an end just yet. Luckily, he didn't think Varis was going to bother with him, or even noticed him in the first place, so absorbed was he in reading something. Aaron was perfectly fine with that.
When he got back to the group, Aaron wasted no time making his way with them to the stands. As they searched for an empty spot, he couldn't help but run his hand along the magical barrier around the arena proper. He'd heard stories about it, how it contained every known aspect and was the strongest existing barrier spell in the world. He was almost disappointed, though, when it felt like nothing but cool glass under his fingertips; he'd always imagined it would be more like some kind of uncanny force than a tangible barrier.
The group found their seats, fairly close to the barrier with a good view of the arena proper, just as Lucan and Athena were making their entrances. Once they'd gotten settled, Aaron gently nudged Lilie and pointed to Lucan.
"That's Lucan Bordeleaux," he offered, "He's been my teacher for the past five years. He's a fencer too; watch what he can do, you won't believe it."
With that Aaron turned his attention to the match, where Lucan and Athena were just about to begin. He watched intently as the bout went on, sat forward with his elbows on his knees, watching Lucan specifically. It never ceased to amaze him how fast vampires could be; he'd experienced that speed firsthand a few times when he was being difficult during a session, but Lucan for the most part paced himself when they trained. After all, his student was only human, physically speaking. But against a vampire, he didn't need to hold back. In fact, Aaron was impressed as the vampiress kept up and held her ground, up until the end when she let Lucan get the better of her. Aaron smiled as he watched, and even though there were times when blows were traded too fast for his human eyes to track, his arms and shoulders twitched in time with Lucan's feints and parries.
When the match ended with Lucan's victory, Aaron was pleased, but not surprised. He clapped a few times with the rest of the spectators, glancing around excitedly at his peers. "Incredible, right?"
Salem's offer piqued Aaron's interest, as did how nonchalantly he made it. Salem had been visibly anxious just approaching him, of all people, but producing a contraption filled with blood he'd presumably drawn from himself, totally openly no less, and he was completely calm?
However, it was Lucan's response that Aaron was more interested in; he had to fight back a laugh at the formality of his tone and language. Of course he was used to it, but having spent the day around people his own age, Aaron was all the more aware of how out of place it sounded. He quirked a brow at the vampire with a hint of a smirk. He was definitely showing his age.
At the mention of the match, Lucan shot Aaron a surprised look, to which he responded with a casual shrug. Still, nervous excitement began to bubble up inside him; as close as they were, Aaron was an eternal student around Lucan, and the prospect of demonstrating what he'd learned against a new opponent was both enticing and intimidating. Not to mention that Lucan was starting off the day - he was a tough act to follow.
The rest of lunch passed unremarkably - although Aaron almost whipped out his phone to capture the rare sighting of an actual smile on Luc's face - as he eventually got some food and chatted idly about nothing of consequence and occasionally glancing to Lucan, as if he were checking for some sort of cue. An old habit, but one that never really died. A few times he considered addressing Max, but the mage made it pretty clear he didn't want to be bothered, so Aaron was content to leave him alone.
The bell rang sooner than Aaron expected - though a glance at his watch revealed that over an hour had passed - and he stood as Lucan did, nodding his goodbye. There was one more thing he had to do before he made his way to the arena in time for Lucan's match.
Politely excusing himself, Aaron got rid of his empty tray and dishes and looked around the dining hall. It was harder to see now that people had started to stand and move about, but he managed to catch a spot of white amidst the crowd and made his way over, grinning widely. However, a pang of guilt hit him as he approached. Lilie was all alone.
He frowned for a second, but schooled his expression into something more welcoming as he tapped her on the shoulder. He must have startled her, because she suddenly hugged her phone to her chest. He pretended he didn't notice; he didn't want to embarrass her. "Hey, do you want to come to the arena? A few of us are heading over early to watch my friend's match, and you and I are going to have to be there eventually, and..." he trailed off, smiling like an idiot and tugging on his ear as he searched for words. Something about this girl was so... disarming. "...Well, I'm sure it'll be a good time."
Lilie looked at Aaron, phone to her chest, and finally replied, "Oh, um, sure," She got up from her seat, stuffing her phone into her pocket as she smiled at him. "By your lead, then!"
Aaron nodded, still smiling, and went back to Salem's table, making sure Lilie was keeping up through the crowd. "Salem, you ready to go?" he asked, looking over to Morrigan and Max and adding, "You guys are welcome to come with us too, if you'd like," before he and the others made their way out.
There were lots of people milling about as they left the dining hall, but one group in particular caught Aaron's attention as they passed. A collared mage, whom Aaron recognized as the one he'd tried to encourage before orientation, was being dragged away by a vampiress with her finger hooked under the collar. Try as he did not to see it, to remember that it was none of his business, Aaron couldn't help but feel for the mage. All he could do was keep his eyes averted and do his best not to add to the mage's embarrassment.
However, something else happened out of the corner of Aaron's eye; he almost wouldn't have noticed it amidst all the other bodies in the area had he not been actively trying to avoid looking at the collared mage. As the vampiress' group passed, mage in tow, another mage leaning against a nearby wall appeared to snap a picture of the affair and send it to someone, frowning all the while. Then, a dark mist enshrouded him, boiling for a moment before dissipating completely. The mage was gone.
Aaron's brow furrowed and he glanced at his companions. Had they seen that? It didn't look like they had, and something about it didn't sit right with him. He decided to keep quiet for now.
~ / / / ~
The arena was a bit of a hike away, but luckily the group found their way without issue. After all, once you were in sight of the structure, it was hard to steer toward anything else. The stone arches of the arena dominated the landscape, lit up brilliantly against an otherwise dark sky. It was as if the lit paths leading to it were arteries leading to some kind of brightly burning heart. It had an energy about it, unique to anything else on campus thus far. A certain air of anticipation, even on a more sparsely attended night like tonight.
As they approached one of the entrances, Aaron excused himself from the group to briefly speak to the man in the red robes with the Guild crest on his lapel. After explaining the situation, the mage told Aaron that he and Lilie could squeeze their bout into the fifth slot of the day, provided they could make it quick. Aaron grinned; he didn't think that would be an issue.
Just as he was thanking the Guild mage for his help, none other than Varis stepped out from behind him, deep in conversation with a taller man. Aaron couldn't make out what was being said, nor did he want to; on the contrary, he made his way back to his acquaintances as quickly as could politely be managed, tensing to cease the weird pang in his gut. He'd been enjoying his day so far with (mostly) mages, and as selfish as it was, he didn't want it to come to an end just yet. Luckily, he didn't think Varis was going to bother with him, or even noticed him in the first place, so absorbed was he in reading something. Aaron was perfectly fine with that.
When he got back to the group, Aaron wasted no time making his way with them to the stands. As they searched for an empty spot, he couldn't help but run his hand along the magical barrier around the arena proper. He'd heard stories about it, how it contained every known aspect and was the strongest existing barrier spell in the world. He was almost disappointed, though, when it felt like nothing but cool glass under his fingertips; he'd always imagined it would be more like some kind of uncanny force than a tangible barrier.
The group found their seats, fairly close to the barrier with a good view of the arena proper, just as Lucan and Athena were making their entrances. Once they'd gotten settled, Aaron gently nudged Lilie and pointed to Lucan.
"That's Lucan Bordeleaux," he offered, "He's been my teacher for the past five years. He's a fencer too; watch what he can do, you won't believe it."
With that Aaron turned his attention to the match, where Lucan and Athena were just about to begin. He watched intently as the bout went on, sat forward with his elbows on his knees, watching Lucan specifically. It never ceased to amaze him how fast vampires could be; he'd experienced that speed firsthand a few times when he was being difficult, but Lucan for the most part paced himself when they trained. After all, his student was only human, physically speaking. But against a vampire, he didn't need to hold back. In fact, Aaron was impressed as the vampiress kept up and held her ground, up until the end when she let Lucan get the better of her. Aaron smiled as he watched, and even though there were times when blows were traded too fast for his human eyes to track, his arms and shoulders twitched in time with Lucan's feints and parries.
When the match ended with Lucan's victory, Aaron was pleased, but not surprised. He clapped a few times with the rest of the spectators, glancing around excitedly at his peers. "Incredible, right?"
Mikhail quirked a brow when the human finally spoke. Why on earth was she speaking Latin? They might - might - have believed her if she'd have responded in some language native to the area, but even then it was a stretch seeing as the area language was English. But she was using a dead language, one that few humans spoke and no humans spoke natively, and it did nothing but give her away.
His suspicions were confirmed when, after a moment of stillness, she bolted. He choked back an exasperated groan and rolled his eyes. What was she trying to accomplish?
He didn't bother pursuing, instead watching her as she ran. She was headed for the river, though he wasn't sure what she expected to do once she got there. Didn't she know that her sprinting was leaving a clear trail in the undergrowth? Besides, her scent was on the wind, and one in their party had an exceptional nose.
Andrei nodded and took off after her at a brisk walk; there wasn't a huge need to run. Humans tired quickly at that pace, and both vampyres knew she would have to stop and rest at some point. Andrei's sense of smell was better than Mikhail's thanks to his pureblood ability, and he'd have no trouble tracking her from the air alone to wherever she ended up.
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[list][*][i][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/174695-of-blood-and-magic/ic]Of Blood and Magic[/url][/i] - wrote as Aaron. Give it a look, I still cri errytim
[*][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/176985/ic]𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓽𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭[/url] - played Feliks, will probably revive someday.[/list]
If you're interested in some short completed pieces of mine beyond my regular RP posts, feel free to rifle through my filing cabinet [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/183978-obscenes-filing-cabinet/ooc]here.[/url]
[b]About me:[/b]
[list][*]Birth year 1998
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[*]Currently judging your grammar
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<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h2">child of the storm</div></div><br><span class="bb-b">Current RPs:</span><br><ul class="bb-list" style="white-space: normal;"><li><span class="bb-i"><a href="https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/189770-court-of-nuhl/ooc">Of Blood and Magic: The Court of Nühl</a></span> - playing Henry/Roan</li><li><span class="bb-i"><a href="https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/188008-the-shattering-of-aegis/ic">The Shattering of Aegis</a></span> - playing Kyreth</li><li><span class="bb-i"><a href="https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/191518-scion-the-prophecy-of-anani/ic">Scion: The Prophecy of Anani</a></span> - playing Maya and Jannick</li></ul><br><span class="bb-b">Archived RPs:</span><br><ul class="bb-list" style="white-space: normal;"><li><span class="bb-i"><a href="https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/174695-of-blood-and-magic/ic">Of Blood and Magic</a></span> - wrote as Aaron. Give it a look, I still cri errytim</li><li><a href="https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/176985/ic">𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓽𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭</a> - played Feliks, will probably revive someday.</li></ul><br>If you're interested in some short completed pieces of mine beyond my regular RP posts, feel free to rifle through my filing cabinet <a href="https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/183978-obscenes-filing-cabinet/ooc">here.</a><br><br><span class="bb-b">About me:</span><br><ul class="bb-list" style="white-space: normal;"><li>Birth year 1998</li><li>Female</li><li>Canadian RIP</li><li>Time zone: Atlantic, GMT-4 (one hour ahead of EST)</li><li>Currently judging your grammar</li><li>Not usually looking for 1x1s but if you're really jonesing, my PMs are always open</li><li>Discord Obscene#1925</li></ul></div>
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