Rai

Gargoyles rp

Yes but we need a few more people. And how much do you folks know about the show? I can give co-gm status to those who know a lot.

The Black Jewels

Mikahiel Zephyros

Within the few moments spent within the crowd Mikahiel wound up colliding with a stranger. A gentle bow and an apology was the usual formality. But in this case a gentle exchange could not easily be had. For as the stranger bumped into Mikahiel, who was strolling gracefully, his balance faltered causing him to fall.

His hand met the ground before his body could. Almost sighing with relief at this he rose to his full height and brushed himself off. ”Oaf..” He muttered under his breathe as he brushed dirt off his pants and hands. His gaze had yet to meet the other as he did this. His mind seemed set on the identity of this person.

But as he turned to see who was behind his sudden embarrassing fall he noticed a man and woman linked in arms going to a building. His mind noted of the location, the man seemed fashioned with taste rather than necessity. So his entrance to the building made it seem more worthwhile. He now looked at the stranger, and his eyes widened.

It was his time abroad that has taught him to not stare, or take visible notice of the differences of the beings that took root here and there. But he was fascinated by the differences nonetheless. He felt himself, as a hybrid, to be a bit odd as well. ”Perhaps we both are to blame. Please do not stain your conscious for my poor balance.” He had a gentle smile and finished with a chuckle. His hand swiftly left his side and was raised near the centauress. As they shook he spoke.

”Mikahiel… Mikahiel Zephyros. I am new here and quite famished. Do join me if you will If this place has it I know a brew of tea that will brighten your day.” With that said pointed to the inn he saw the man enter and made his way there. The open window allowed him sight of the customers inside.

He went up to the window and waved to reach the attention of whomever worked there. Upon getting their attention he would make an order. ”Ahh. So, Aisha. How do you like this.. place?” He sat outside and awaited his meal, however a hot teapot sat on the table before him. He poured himself a cup and his guest one two. His legs sat crossed and a smile sat on his lips for the smell of soaking herbs. The water turned a light red and caramel. Like autumn leaves.

”Do let me know if you enjoy the tea. It's a mixture of what I enjoy the most. It reminds me of changing seasons.. which does not seem to happen here.. And I added three cubes of sugar. I hope it's not too sweet.”

Gargoyles rp

Yes. Simple dark and mysterious. With a strong family bond.
All we need is a badass rich guy. Lol

The Black Jewels

Mikahiel Zypheros

Dirt was lifted into the air as the galloping hooves of a horse trampled the ground at a great speed. It was then that the sight of the dark brown horse nearing the entrance to Hayll. A tattered scarf danced in the violent winds created by such rushing speed. The figure that rode atop the steed was blurred in the dark cloak that wrapped his face and body. He brought his horse to a slow gallop as he neared the entrance where people congested the path he was taking. He maneuvered past these people with the elegant steps of his horse and made his way to a unoccupied stable. There he swiftly rolled off his horse with a kicked out leg and brought its reigns to a pole and wrapped it around the pole. He patted the large head of the animal before letting it dip its head into the water for a drink. ”Drink up ol boy you deserve it.”He muttered before checking his hip for his blade which was safely sheathed on his side and walking off.

Mikahiel Zypheros untied the tattered black cloth from around his face and lifted the cloak off his shoulders. He placed it into his bag which sat on his horse and then lifted the bag from off the horse and carried it with some effort on his back. He made his way down the busy street and found a kind inn. Inside he rented a room and dropped his items off and locked the door for safety. He then looked at the sun as it was still bright within the sky. ”I need a hot meal.” He muttered to himself with a sigh and came from the halls of the inn and out the door. He moved some of his disheveled strands of hair out of his face and stood at the front of the inn trying to figure out which direction to go. Never has he been here before but it was simple. Almost too simple for his tastes.

”A decent bite is all I ask.” He spoke before steadily making his way down the street to observe the shops.

The Black Jewels

Ramble ramble woohoo~

The Black Jewels

Mikahiel Zephyros

Mikahiel Zephyros

”One cannot express beauty without a mind to allow it. Those without the mind are cursed to have a imprisoned soul.”

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Character Summary

Name:Mikahiel Zephyros
Aliases:The painter. Celestial.
Age: 35
Birthday:March 3rd
Race: Hybrid (Dea Al Mon / Dhelman)
Sex: Male
Birthplace: Dhemian
Jewel color (Birthright: purple-dusk and offering a slightly darker purple-dusk)
Caste: Warlord
Languages: Common, Dhelman
Occupation: Artist

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Appearance

Height:
6’4
Weight:
220
Body Type:
Slender. Toned.
Eye Color:
Blue
Hair Color:
Brown/ white
Skin Tone:
Brown

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Character psychology

Sexuality: Hetero
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: A man who is seldom concerned with the ongoing of the society around him. He lives only to observe and get by in order to erect more works of his. He believes that the reason we exist is to try and create something that spoke to the soul. “Only through art are we immortalized..”
Habits: If there was something blank he would have a few things to say against such old decor. He is a renaissance man who believes that there are enough bloodied warriors or stiff necks to fill up the courts. While people like him will mark the dawn of a new ages love for more than power and politics.
Hobbies: Judging art is another hobby. Making art is his life.
Fears: Eternity of imprisonment. Tentacle beasts. Losing his hands.
Likes: He enjoys a walk amongst the elegant gardens and picking wild fruits. The ocean side draws his attention as he goes fishing by water at least once a week.
Dislikes: Bad art. Unappreciative elites. Pointless death.

Skills

General Skills: Art. Coloring. He also is good at decor. Has a horse and can ride it well. Has a decent singing voice. Can cut his own hair and others. Knows a decent amount of stitching and medicine. Can steer a ship or boat and has good navigation skills.
Combat skills: Small items such as knives or darts are his specialty as his fingers and hands are well coordinated with his eye. He is a decent shot with a bow but is better at fencing with thin sturdy blades.
Magic skills: Rejector- Capable of negating the magical effects within a room of about 20 feet all around. He's held this room for 3 minutes total. Only works on those below his rank and affects him as well.

Soul Manifest- With the visions if his mind he can detail a beast, creature or person and create them in an astral form. He calls this sculpting the soul. These manifestations usually have their forms limits and strengths. But it depends on how much he puts into it. Largest he has ever made was a 16 foot long dragon and held it for 60 seconds.

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History

His Story:
He was born from a decently wealthy family. However before he was able to speak he was separated from his father and taken to Dehmian. There he was given his training. It was apparent he would be under her tutelage for magical ability and learning all his early life. Though a decent level he was already. As a result he was guided to pursue other interests. He was awed by the few artists that scattered the world and despite his mother's rejections he remained intrigued.

It was his mother and her wealthy kin that helped him find magic that suited him. It was the first step to learn how to make his art come to life. But soon it was not enough. Though flashy after a short time his chosen form of magic was not practical in combat. So he trained to gain an edge in sword combat. It was this that gave him the idea to reject magic and fight on the merit of your talents in combat. When he felt the beckon to complete his ritual he was not prepared.

Returning he had merely a slightly darker shade of his very same stone. Now he held two of the similar shade. He did not mind. But others hoping for more from him were disappointed. He clashed with his own family and left with a decent amount if his families wealth.

He is considered a pompous artist by many but is known to be keen on dueling those who he saw as disrespecting him. He has been long estranged from his mother by traveling the lands. Often by water in fishing boats that offered cheap rides. Despite his lineage, having a healer mother, he lives nearly as a commoner.

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Additional Information

Other: He has learned how to create many forms of music as well.
Theme Song:

Gargoyles rp

@Burning Kitty

That's possible. Perhaps a reverse curse binding you and a gargoyle?
This world has many many many odd things.

Gargoyles rp

Dark. Edgy. And full of badass one lines. Gargoyles is still one of my favorite shows and I know it's lore fairly well. I plan on using many of the same entities. But the other than that the main cast will change.

So any interest?

..::Ascension::.. .2 (High-Casual)

Vrondi Capital

Taking out the guards was easy. But getting Baqar to muster enough strength to help Ziton move the bodies took some effort. The boys phobia of the dead was dispelled when he was told that they were only sleeping. A branch with dozens of hanging leaves was used to cover the indentions put into the ground by the armored guards. Their bodies were clad in polished metals and reflected the sunlight.

But away they were taken behind several trash barrels east of the entrance they were guarding. The hand of Ziton smoothed over the entryway wall. His eyes looked over the curve of the tunneled entrance. It led directly down but in a slant to allow one to walk. Ziton looked down to Baqar who was nearly shivering from the cold winds that bellowed out over them.

“Come.” Said Ziton and he began to walk forward. He did not look back even as Baqar did not budge. He soon began to be enveloped by the dark and Baqar then began running to catch up and kicking up dirt as he did. “Wait!” He shouted before grasping the very last bit of garment of Ziton’s overcoat before it too was consumed by black.

Ziton turned and his glowing yellow and red eyes looked down at Baqar, but nothing more could be seen. “Don’t fear the dark. But what’s in it.” He kept walking and Baqar held onto his coat as they both began to delve deeper into the tunnel.

An echo of droplets of water met their ears. The smell of earth and water along with dampened stone floors led to this location. Ziton stared from above with a bit of a assured smile on his face while Baqar was visibly in awe. He hadn’t let go of Ziton’s coat yet and looked around at all of the surrounding structure. Entry ways with bars on them scattered all around and at the center a medium sized building.

It was all empty it seemed at first. Ziton began to walk along the path that led west and down a flight of stairs that curved in a spiral to one of the few bridges that led to the center enigma. But as Ziton made his first step on the bridge the sound of moans and groans could be heard. This was accompanied by the shouting of angry voices and hands coming out from between the bars waving frantically. Their loud unified rambling was incoherent and made the young Baqar very uneasy.

This took Ziton a moment to process. But as he firmed his second foot on the bridge he felt at ease once more. “Prisoners…” He mentioned taking a pause to point them out to Baqar. “Likely ones too dangerous to keep in regular cells. This is hell.” He scanned the constant flames on his destinations décor and observed the skulls that were edged into its stone surface. “There’s what I’m looking for.. in th-“ He was cut off by a loud shrieking roar from below. The lava that flowed under Baqar and Ziton gave way to the form of a black serpent with legs that gripped the walls to slither up.

Ziton pushed Baqar back to the staircase and stood his ground as the creature crawled up the wall, hot lava dripping from its body. It shook and sparks of hot rock went flying around. Ziton placed up his overcoat to deflect the sparks that flew his way while Baqar his behind the staircase wall. "Stay down Baqar. When you see an opening try to get that door open.." Ziton mentioned this without turning back and as he did so he was spotted by the beast.

It snarled with a loud shriek and began to crawl across the wall to get closer to Ziton. He watched it briefly before leaping down off the bridge. He grabbed the bars of a cell and was dangling above the lava. He looked back to see the dragon continue its pursuit and grinned. Baqar was overlooked as he hid. Ziton then turned and noticed the form of whom was in the cell. A being with tattered clothes and withering flesh.

The slow rise to observe the man hanging against his prison cell presumed a slow weak body and a harmless mind. Charging forward abruptly turned this on its head. Ziton was forced to leap once again and dangled from another cell, looking up at the arms that reached for him that were clawing at the walls. "Alright... to hell with this..." pulling from his holster was his projectile weapon, an advanced weapon like few others. He pulled the trigger after aiming at the wall across from him.

The massive dragon that slithered like a serpent came rushing down to Ziton. But as it reached him Ziton was gone and was where he was aiming, only now he was on a ledge that looked over the many cells. The reptile searched before a spark like an explosive went off against it's hide. The beast seemed seldom affected and turned menacingly to Ziton who fired the shot and began to pursue again.

As this happened Baqar walked along the bridge with a light jog. He reached the door and looked up at it's skull decorations with fear in his eyes. The door would not budge. "It won't open!" Cried Baqar. Which gained the attention of the serpent. Ziton noticed the creature begin to change course and fired several shots that pelted the beast until it resumed chasing Ziton. "You stay on me... I'll get that door open. Just a sec.."

Screams and yells could be heard all around as the prison inmates watched with maddening glee.

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Vrondi Capital

"I suppose we have Maria to thank. Though I do appreciate your decision to honor your code till the end." Spoke the King of Vrondi to Zargoth. He had a drink lifted from a table float to his person. "We will be starting the more serious discussions in a bit. Please do join us when we do begin. The usual formality is that only kings or queens can speak. But I believe we will need some insight from ones older than us." He drank from the cup after grabbing it with his left hands fingers. "I certainly hope we can combine forces to end this all swiftly... have you been at all affected by these recent troubles?" Vrondi asks Zargoth as the banquet continued.
@Landaus Five-One

Within the streets of Vrondi a parade walked through the district's main streets. Many within the parade wore colorful decorations made from feathers and scales. A woman decorated head to toe led a portion of the parade with many others dressed like her. They eventually arrived at the center of the shops and many remained.

Some performed dancing, displays of spells for fanciful visual effects and more for the fun of being in Vrondi. The number of colorful people grew within the crowd. A few took notice of the arrival of a few prominent individuals.
A few crowded around a man who stood alone in the center as he attempted to calm down a few people in the crowd. "Apologies but I am due at the banquet." But his attempts to move beyond the crowd was hindered by more people.

Many whispers told of the man being a crescent moon knight. A member of a small unnoticed faction within twilight town. They fight for both Vrondi and Nero when necessary. He was alone but had a Large spear on his back. "Please I have to go." He pleaded. Though standing around seven feet he was unable to wade through.

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Outside Vrondi Capital

A few Vrondi guards began to patrol the outer village homes and farms. While there they began asking them if they had any volunteers to help setup a barrier. Two approached from a few meters away and observed the two descended behind a tree. One noticed Rhagar speaking to civilians and approached him.

"You there." He said to gain his attention. As he spoke to Rhagar about volunteering for the fence. While this happened the other guard approached Promitheus and Elise. "Excuse me." He looked a bit suspicious of them being behind the tree.

@Demonic Angel

Persona and Yu-Gi-Oh Inspired High School Trading Card RP

Sounds like it may be a fun brain teaser. I'm assuming a decent amount of strategy and luck will be involved?