PopeAlessandros

Who Will Break? ~ PopeAlessandros x Raafling

The patter of rain on the roof brings a smile to Kiel's lips as he turns a page in his newest book. Propped up against his knees the hardcover's pages flicker slightly in the candlelight as he reads. His eyes dart across the page, fully captured but his latest read. Around him his small room if covered with books and papers, leaving only a few small paths to get around from one side to the other, and a final little path to the door. Spending most of his time either in church or out on the streets, Kiel has never felt the need to keep his room clean. The small side bedroom attached to his is mostly free of clutter, but a few stacks of books have found their way into the doorway, blocking it from being able to close.

As the rain continues he looks up from the book, his eyes trailing over to the window. With a sigh he notes that the rain has partially found it's way inside and the edge of his bed now has a fine mist on it. Tilting forward on to his knees, the bed creaking in protest to the sudden action, he reaches out and pulls the window completely shit, latching it's large old fashioned hook. Looking back to his book, now settled face down on the bed he lets out another sigh and saves his place before placing it on his nightstand atop an ever growing pile of books.

Standing the young priest starts shedding his layers to get ready for bed. Kiel has always enjoyed his life at the church. The simple life, the doing good, it all leaves him with a very content feeling every night. However, his mind shifts often to all the people he's unable to help. All the children still lost and in need out there. He bites his lip softly as he clears a chair to sit on so he can get his shoes off. Just over a week ago, he'd lost a young girl to an overdose. The teens that are constantly at his side when maneuvering the slums told him that they'd found her, and given her her last rights and the like. He had wanted to see her, but they had already taken her in to the police so they could give her a burial.

Stretching Kiel pulls off his top and is just about to grab his nightgown when a knock at his door causes him to freeze. 'No one visits at this hour. All the others are either asleep or working on tomorrow's sermon' A jolt goes through him. 'Maybe it's one of the kids' With that thought in mind he makes his way to the door and cracks it open slightly. The sight that greets him causes him to throw the door wide. “What?! Are you alright?!” He cries, reaching out to pull the young man inside. The patches of blood on his clothing make his stomach turn. He doesn't even seem to notice that he's getting soaked as he pulls the boy inside and kicks the door shut behind him. Guiding the boy over to the recently cleared off chair he encouraged him to sit while trying to get a look at the boy's wounds. “What happened? Who did this? Does it hurt? Where are you hurt?” The questions keep tumbling from his lips as heart beats loudly in his ears.

When Realms Collide {AkiBlue & PopeAlessandros}

I ended up replying to a bunch of RPs I'd been neglecting and working for hours on a novel I'm writing with and Aussie friend, s I'll get to my response tomorrow, promise!

Who Will Break? ~ PopeAlessandros x Raafling

Oki, my turn, I'll get it up as soon as possible!

One Life, Lived in Death ~ PopeAlessandros x Wernher

Faint breathing is the only sign that there is anything living in the desolate waste that is the necromancer's territory. With slow steady steps, Aslon makes his way past the boarder of his lands and into the skeletal forest that marks the edge of the deadwood. The young elf has to swallow hard to keep from coughing as the stagnant air grows thick around him. He steels himself and moves further in, letting the sights and sounds seep into his memory for later analysis. 'I can't believe it, I'm finally here. I'm here in the lands where my parent's killer. . . .' His thoughts trail off as the memory of the day they had gotten word of the demise of the deadwood's former ruler makes his teeth clench. He knows the being responsible for his parent's death has already passed from this world, but Aslon still feels bitter bile at the back of his throat when he thinks of anything so foul and disgusting as a necromancer.

With growing tension he moves slowly past the skeletons of trees and bushes that showed that this land was one ripe with greenery. Here and there, large patches of broken branches and uprooted small trees mark the passage of one horror or another. There were rumors that the evil that ruled over these lands had found the skeletons of ancient dragons and re-animated them to do his bidding. The thought made Aslon's stomach turn. Dragons were very powerful creatures, and the elves once shared their lands with the creatures. They lived in peace with the graceful beasts, until the deadwood crept too close to their lands and the dragons fled the spreading disease. Aslon jumps slightly as a pile of bones come into view off to his right, but after a few moments he relaxes a bit when he realizes it to disjointed to be an actual skeletal beast.

Keeping strict control of his breathing he moves on, pausing now and then as he finds more torn up patches of forest and scattered bones. His nervousness rises the further he goes. 'I should have run across something by now. No elf has ever gone this far in without running across at least and undead squirrel. Something's not right' With that thought prevalent in his mind he pauses again, this time straining his ears hard for any noise, anything at all. A faint breeze rattles a few branches together and he freezes. Underneath the sound of wood on wood, he hears the faint clacking sound that doesn't sound like tree movements. However when the breeze stops, so too does the clacking. Now very much on edge he tenses and in an instant he launches himself up to the lowest branch of the nearest tree.

Just as he manages to pull himself up a horrible growling sound erupts in the bushes beneath a nearby tree, and out from behind it bounds a pack of skeletal and zombified dog creatures. Aslon takes himself up a few more branches before stopping to actually take a more detailed account of the scene bellow. His chest heaves, “Four. . .five. . .six seven. . .oh great, eight of those abominations.” Only three still had a good amount of flesh on them, and the rest only seemed to be able to snap their jaws together to express their eagerness to tear into Aslon's tender flesh. Knowing there is little his arrows can do against the beasts below, Aslon brings up his hand and starts chewing on his thumb as he tries to come up with a way to get out of this situation.

One Life, Lived in Death ~ PopeAlessandros x Wernher

This is a one-on-one RP between Wernher and PopeAlessandros, so if you are not us, don't post! Also, M/M, so if you don't like, don't read.

Plot: Lovers of death and all things associated with the darker arts, the necromancer loathes the sunlight and the being that bask in it's warmth. One day he captures an elf sent to spy on him from a nearby kingdom. For some reason, instead of turning him into just another in his legions of the undead, he imprisons the elf in a room far from the sun's life giving rays. He does not know why, but something about the creature grabs his interest as nothing else has in well over a century, and he id determined to find out just what that is.

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Player: Wernher

Name: Gilbert de Beauregard (French & not fantasy like, sorry)

Race: Human

Age: 97

Height: 5ft11

Weight: Ehhh
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Powers/Skills(If Applicable):
General purpose necromancy, elite level, as well as basic swordsmanship. Basic control over other types of magic, but nothing above novice really.

General Personality:
Cocky, sarcastic and cynical are the adjectives he was and still is the most used to be described with. He is also a very sore loser and a poor winner, not hesitating to rub his victories on his opponent's face, gloating. His ego is great and will often make him predictable and while he has great intellect, he tends to walk right into traps just to prove nothing can get to him with his so called 'immorality'. Morally wise, one could call him 'Chaotic Neutral' in the fact that while puts very little value on the life of others and won't hesitate to discard them if it serves his purpose, he will not go out of his way to kill people. That is of course, unless that someone he really hates.

Background:
There are two ways of talking about Gilbert, the legend and the truth.
The legend would say that he was always a dark child and an ambitious one, that as he came of age he found hate in his older brother that would become king and decided to kill him as to be the next one in line for the throne, but while managed to achieve the kill, he was discovered through his use of dark magics. As his parents, outraged, decided that the only punishment fit for such a crime would be his death, Gilbert slaughtered all of the palace by rising the graveyards of the local town in an undead army, feeding of his defeated enemies to replenish his numbers, he then crushed the entirity of the remaining population to raise them into more minions.

The truth however is not so bad, while being quite tragic. Gilbert had always been somewhat of a loner and above all, not someone with talent in what made a 'Great noble', combat wasn't his forte and he was constantly bullied by all of his siblings, his parents deciding not to interveen as this would 'make him tougher'. The court wizard who understood him has he once had been in the same situation, or so he says, began to teach him from time to time. There was a basis in everything, even the dark arts. While this was always controversial to know such a thing, the mage argued that 'You can't defend against what you don't know'. One day, his father fell ill. This of course stressed him because of all his bullies his older brother would succeed him. This was of course made worst by the fact that his younger brother told him that not only that, but his older brother had a no mage policy and he would ban both his mentor and him out of the kingdom once he took power.

Thanks the gods however, his younger brother had a solution, they just needed to make the oldest disapear and since Gilbert didn't want the power, abdicate so the youngest could take power. And it worked. His younger brother however didn't keep his part of the bargain and used Gilbert as a convenient scape goat. His brother's untimely demise, the sickness of his father, it was all Gilbert he said. Gilbert then indeed used necromancy to raise the undead and indeed, his brother was not prepared for this, thinking he'd only have minor and useless knowledge of magic.

After that things went downhill without Gilbert even lifting a finger. Stories spread about how the evil brother had taken over and killed everyone in the castle, soon, he'd some for them! Some took arms and tried to storm the castle but were only brought down, the rest decided to flee... through the swamps... in the middle of the winter. And so Gilbert was left alone. He studied, experimented, trying to keep the boredom from making him insane. Eventually even groups of wannabe necromancers came to the great Gilbert the Impaler, he who litered every yard in front of his palace with the impaled cadaver of his family member, something he laughed at this in secret, even if he accepted to have them in the castle.

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Player: PopeAlessandros

Name: Aslon Talonheart(Dorky, I know)

Race: Elf

Age: 86

Height: 6' 2"

Weight: Around 140lbs

Hair: Deep red and slightly wavy. Kept in a loose pony when working, but down most of the time, brushes top of buttocks. (Love that word)

Eyes: Bright green, almost seems luminescent int he dark.

Skin: Pale but not sickly

Build: Slender, gymnast build with strong but only barely visible muscles.

Clothes: A loos white tunic with a soft brown leather vest over it. Old fashioned thick gray tights, and soft leather boots.

Accessories: A silver pendant on a chain that is his family's crest. A hawk's talon wrapped around a heart.

Powers/Skills(If Applicable): He is the top marksman of his clan, and can climb almost like a squirrel. He has mastered the basic healing magics, and has won the last three horse racing competitions.

General Personality: Since a young age, he's always excelled at everything he's tried to do, so he has developed a bit of a superior attitude. This makes him at time arrogant and insensitive, but his grandmother's firm hand over the years has kept him from becoming a total ass. He feels bad when he realizes he's hurt someone, but isn't good at recognizing when he's done so. He's a bit rough and curt a lot of the times, but is fiercely protective of his friends and family. He has a short temper and has started many fights the need not have happened.

Background: Both of Aslon's parent's worked for the king as warriors and were working the front lines on patrol of the elven territories when they were killed by a rouge band of undead. He grew up and angry child, swearing vengeance on the necromancer. It wasn't until recently that he found out that the current ruler of the deadlands is not the one responsible fr his parents' deaths, but that has done little to quell his burning hatred. His grandmother did her best to try and channel his anger into other thing, and that is how he became a healer. She had hoped the teachings would bring him some peace, but despite his skill in the art, he never really embraces the teachings.

His instructor is one of the oldest elves in the village, and has also tried to keep him away from the deadwood. However, to bot the instructor's and the grandmother's sadness, Aslon took up the job of spy for the king. He's gone mostly to a few human lands, but as of late the king has grown ever more suspicious of the necromancer whose lands boarder his. It is finally his chance, and Aslon will not let it pass.

[Suspect] To His Liking. [Pope]

This is the character sheet I use, no matter what my partner decides on -

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I get a very detailed picture in my head what my character looks like, as I know most people do, so the break down of it makes it easier on me so I don't end up with a three paragraph block of text under the single heading "Appearance". Background id always optional, but I like having it on my guy so that if I ferget something while I type, I can go back up and go "Oh yeah, that's what his mother's name is/was!" if say her life/death had a strong impact on his life. So, yeah, yers looks fine and covers most of what I like to know about my partner's character. I think mine is just as simple, just more broken up :P

PopeAlessandros and Dragon Princess - The Vampire and Preist

Hnnnnnnn, if you're having my guy the hunter you are facing off against, then you just god modded me. You controled my character without permission. If that's not suppose to be me, then the plot doesn't work because my guy is suppose to discover yours wlone so that it's a secret that he doesn't kill you. Sounds like a catch 22.

We'll take the low road.

*Giggles* Virgin sacrifice, I like that. Let's go with that for my guy. *Idea* He is brought in as virgin sacrifice, but due to his unique bloodline the demon that is summoned can get more power from him by winning his favor, or getting him to give up his body willingly. This would give him an excuse to stick around, but he could also hold it over the human's head that he doesn't "Have to" and can just take the minor power boost and return to his own realm any time he wants.

What cha think?

A Bloody Murder

So it really is a freaky coincidence. *Shivers* Very spooky :P I'll try and get to the character sheet for my guy up today too. I can already see him, and he's very entertaining :P

When Realms Collide {AkiBlue & PopeAlessandros}

Yays, I can't wait, for both :P