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6 days ago

Current I mean, some people want to do it for the reason it’s supposed to be for, but it being all but outright mandatory, well.

6 days ago

@Ricky: I never thought about it like that, but it really can be, huh? I checked out the Mormons for a stint, and I can 100% see that being a reason behind them pushing that.

6 days ago

Tricks them into thinking it was their choice, when it was structured for them to fail.

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6 days ago

The Amish doing that strikes me as a psychological way to keep people there. Isolate them > send them out > get culture shock > return to the comfortable rather than figure out a foreign culture.

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7 days ago

Ashifa: Shoving/forcing the religion on someone isn't what Christianity should be about. I'm sorry if/that that's what's going on for you.

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Bio

Click Here at Your Own Risk:





Previously Known As: Siaya Dragalorn

Call Me: Riven. What, expecting something else?

Phonetic Pronunciation:rih-vin whyte (like the color)

Time Zone: Central Standard Time (CT) (GMT-6).

Active Hours: I'm an insomniac with an unpredictable schedule. While I prefer being on graveyard shift hours, it changes regularly. Long story short, there's no predicting what time or days I'll be active on here.

Country: United States of America (boo)

Age: How rude! But if it matters to you, I'm over 21.

Writing/Play-by-Post Experience: Well over a decade for both.

Likes + Hobbies: Reading. Writing. The night. Most things fantasy and paranormal. Collecting things (I think I'm part dragon). Creating art (an amazing woman once told me that she and I don't make crafts. Crafts are like coloring books or pre-made kits and their like. What we do is create. We make something from nothing). Gaming (PlayStation for the win!). Wandering old cemeteries. Night walks...

Personality: *Laughs manically.* Personality? Do you really wish to know the personality of someone without a heart?
       Yes?
       *Sighs.* Very well, then. I'll recognize there's an advantage in knowing what you're getting into.
       To try and put me simply, I'm an old soul, and yet I have a semi-teenage personality wrapped in a body occasionally required to masquerade as the adult society says it is. With my rather unusual preferences, I tend to favor media in the Children's/YA sections, though my own writing tends to have dark and violent themes that threatens to tip it over into New Adult content. 

Other: ~ If you want to chat and/or roleplay, feel free to message me! ~ Non-LGBT asexual (I will die on the hill that asexuality doesn't belong in the LGBT line-up). Sex-repulsed, to be specific, and yet I'm a closet romantic. Because, yes, there's a difference between smut and romance.






~ Rise of the Guardians
~ Nightmare Before Christmas
~ Harry Potter
~ Merlin (2008)
~ Warehouse 13
~ Spirited Away
~ Howl's Moving Castle
~ Avatar: The Last Airbender
~ Trollhunters (Tales of Arcadia)
~ Jackie Chan Adventures
~ Teen Titans (2003-'06)
~ My Hero Academia
~ Yona of the Dawn
~ Death Note
~ The Legend of Dragoon
~ Persona 5
~ The World Ends with You
~ Final Fantasy
~ Kingdom Hearts (*Gasp!* Such a shocker!)
~ Little Nightmares 1 + 2 (3 had potential, but fell flat for me)
~ Rising of the Shield Hero
~ Shadows House







Because they can make for interesting conversation starters.

~ Bladed weapons
~ Human-made art
~ Books
~ Masks
~ Enamel Pins
~ Crystals
~ Dragons
~ Vampire themed stuff









Click Here at Your Own Risk:





1x1: Eh. Not the best idea at this point, probably. I'm rather unreliable. If you don't care that I'm unreliable, my inbox is open.
Group: No, but thanks for the thought.





~ None at the moment, but if you have an idea that might fit our matching preferences, feel free to message me!






As of 6/8/26:
I don't even know anymore.
Maybe once a day.
Maybe never.





(Sorry, I know it's long. What can I say? I know what I like--and don't like.)

~ Main Character Gender: No preference. I'll gladly play a main male or female character! No doubling necessary.

~ Partner RL Gender: Man or woman, as long as you can write decently for the gender (and creature) you want to write for.

~ Multiple Main and/or Side Characters? Yes to both! I can be equally content writing for a semi-larger group of characters, or playing only a single MC. I do prefer keeping it small on the MC front (two to three in my control, max), but can do as many side/secondary characters as the story needs!

~ Writing POV and Tense: Third-person past-tense. This is both my typical style, and what I'd like from a RP partner. 

~ Character Age: Various. My favored MC age (or appeared age) range tends to 17-24, but I do write for characters 24+.

~ Driver, Shotgun, or Passenger? All, mental capacity allowing. I can GM a story on my own, co-GM, or let my partner take the driver's seat while my character(s) causes chaos from the backseat.

~ Genres:Favored: Fantasy, paranormal/supernatural horror, fairy tale. With a Side Of: Adventure, suspense, mystery, action, drama, magic. But Not: Hard sci-fy, solely slice-of-life, erotica, canon fandom, tabletop style.

~ Cannon or Originals: I will NOT write for cannon characters or plots. I'm all for "Inspired By," or "Based On," though!

~ Swearing: I'd prefer none, but can tolerate PG-13-ish in IC. I personally don't use standardized or direct profanity. Not a fan. Lord of the Rings doesn't have any cussing in it, you know. Proof you can make an incredible dark story without profanity or sexual content. And please try to avoid it entirely in OOC with me.

~ Sex/Smut:NO. If you absolutely need smut in your RPs, then we're NOT a match. I don't even lead characters to a "fade to black" point. As a sex-repulsed asexual, I don't write sex scenarios. Period. I adore romance (see below), and this doesn't rule out semi-intimate physical scenes; it just means that my characters' undies stay on.

~ But, Romance? Love Interests?! Romance and sex are NOT the same thing! I adore the presence of a REALISTIC love interest for characters. But not having romance/love interests wouldn't be a deal breaker, either; if it forms between characters, then great!

~ General Nudity: PG-13. I can tolerate non-sex-based nudity if it's absolutely pertinent to the story/situation, though it tends to be uncomfortable for me, and I'd request that you don't go into details. Ask yourself, "Would it change anything important if this character wasn't nude?" If the answer is 'no,' it's unnecessary in my book--which, honestly, is 99.99% of the time.

~ Gore and Violence: YES, please! As long as it fits the characters and story we're telling, BRING ON THE BLOOD AND AGONY! I enjoy physically (and mentally) torturing characters more than what's probably healthy.

~ Other Mature Themes: I'm okay with the presence of most other "mature/adult" themes not directly mentioned here. Though, that may depend on how, exactly, they come into play in the story.

~ Eras of Interest: Modern, medieval, renaissance, Victorian, mixed, made-up. Just not purely futuristic.

~ Gender Pairings:Romance Potential: MxF only. I don't care which I write for in that role. Just Friends: Any pairing.

~ Writing Level: Advanced/literate. I'd like a partner to at least somewhat match that.

~ Usual Post Length: Situational. I don't expect a partner to know their word count, but on average from me, expect no fewer than 200 words, while I've hit 1,500+ with story-heavy and/or loner posts. As a rule of thumb, the more you give me to work with, the more I'll give back.

~ Requested Partner Post Length: Situational. I request my partners be capable of somewhat matching when circumstances allow. But sometimes the situation only requires a small number of words. When in doubt, as they say, quality over quantity! However, I can't stand one-liners, or constantly short, static posts.

~ Grammar and Spelling: I ask that a RP partner have basic English grammar and writing skills. I like understanding what I'm reading. But I won't turn into a grammar police officer on you--unless you give me permission to.

~ Roleplay Medium: Conflicted. I used to prefer only forum threads for many reasons. But with the rise of AI, RP guilds have got to be the perfect theft fodder with all the continuous new public content. Which would leave the less-organized PM.

~ AI Use: NO. AI has absolutely no place in anything that involves art, or anything that eliminates a human element. In RPs with me, don't use AI for anything, be it writing, editing, or even storing or getting ideas or research. No AI art, either. Not knowingly, at least--that garbage is getting harder to avoid. And if you feed my stuff to AI, and I WiLl EnD yOu.

~ Posting Speed: Inconsistent. Some days I can do one or more, others one a week, and yet others one a month+. Depends on, well, everything.

~ Partner Posting Frequency: As long as I know you're still interested, I really don't care. Take your time. This is for fun, not something that should be stressed over!

~ OOC Chat: Not a requirement for me beyond plotting, but encouraged; I enjoy getting to know the mind behind the characters!

~ Other: >> I'm pretty ghost-friendly. It isn't fun to be left hanging, of course, but I quite understand that life doesn't always give you the chance (or energy... or willpower...) to say something to a partner before it rips you apart. If you come back, don't feel too guilty to message me, be it to RP or just chat! Chances are, I've been a bit worried about you. But no offence taken if you don't!
    >> Don't feel shy to give me pointers with my writing! While I look at roleplays as one giant, beautiful mess of a rough draft, I LOVE getting well-intended feedback with my writing.
    >> I typically create long and overly detailed character profiles, but note that this isn't something I require of my partner. What matters is that YOU know your character well, while I know what I need to know. I just want to warn you! If you want to know what you'd be getting into with there, click here for my character vault on the Guild.

~ Want a Writing Sample? Then click the below hider for an example of an opening IC post.
.	Calrin crouched in front of the Noble’s weapons’ cabinet. His dark blue jeans tightened to accent his leg muscles, his bare chest showing off his toned upper body. Dark blue tribal tattoos on his arms licked toward his chest and shoulder blades, stopping just short of each on either respective side.
	The cabinet before him was crowded with various weapons, from swords and spears to a couple historical guns tucked securely in the corner.
	Emphasis on securely.
	Though disabled now, even Calrin could sense the residue of its protective enchantments. Though that alone should have been enough to deter most thieves, it had at least five different locks keeping the door of the main cabinet secured, with the same number on the small drawer in front of him. The ones on the drawer even required enchanted keys to unlock.
	And yet, somehow, the Stardust Phantom had broken through all of it, disabling the ones on the drawer, while leaving no trace of himself behind.
	Five identical daggers rested side-by-side on the velvet lining of the drawer. In one space where a sixth dagger should have been, there was nothing but pebbly sand.
	Nothing but ‘stardust,’ as it had been labeled.
	The glittery substance glowed with a faint silvery light in the shadows of the drawer. Each 'star' winked and flickered, as if mocking Calrin and the avorian Noble the dagger had belonged to.
	Calrin scooped up the handful of the Stardust Phantom’s calling card. As he looked at it, a few of the pebbles winked out, leaving only what looked like glittery black goldstone.
	He tipped his hand, eyeing the stardust as it shifted. He jerked his head, clearing his vision of his blond bangs, and shifted his dusk-blue gaze to the cabinet.
	All those weapons, and the thief had only taken a single dagger. He’d known exactly what he was after.
	He always did.
	Calrin took a breath and closed his eyes. He had to be certain. Though copycats were few and far between as of yet, they were still out there. 
	He reached into the metaphysical realm where dreams and magic cross. His body shimmered, losing some of its definition into a coppery haze. The tattoos on his arms almost seemed to glow, their lines blurring with the rest of him.
	Though general magic wasn’t his expertise, he’d spent enough time around its users to be capable of sensing its presence if he tried hard enough, even pick out familiar signatures. To his dismay, the other bits of magic saturating the house were overwhelming, turning into an indistinguishable mass.
	He grunted frustratedly. His brows furled as he focused harder on the stardust. Though the other magic auras were nearly all the same to him, he’d since familiarized himself with the true Stardust Phantom’s calling card.
	Finally, he managed it. Though it was fading, and fast, the flitty, mischievous aura of fae magic was unmistakable. It mingled with the twang of human meddling, chemicals the faery magic corroded beyond scientific recognition. In turn, the human chemicals burned away the defining characteristics of the fae magic, making it impossible to tell which Fae Court the magic-user belonged to, even if Calrin had been apt enough in standard magic to sense that himself.
	Calrin released the partial link to the more abstract realm, and his form solidified. A grin spread over his lips; this was, without a doubt, the work of the Stardust Phantom. 
	“So?” Evara, the victimized Noble, asked from behind him, her voice twittering and musical. “Was it really him?” She finished in a heated whisper. 
	Calrin nodded. “You said you found it missing a day ago?” he confirmed, pouring the stardust from one palm to the other. That seemed right, compared to the strength of the fading aura and glow.
	“About that, yes.”
	His grin widened. This was the quickest he’d managed to hear about one of the Phantom’s thefts. Which meant that the thief might not be too far out of town yet. Or, if Calrin was lucky, perhaps the thief was still here.
	“Did he take anything else?” Calrin asked without looking from the stardust.
	“Some money I’d left out. Nothing else of such value. Nothing that can be traced.”
	“The Enforcers already tried to scry for the dagger?”
	“Twice! But something’s concealing it!” She huffed her frustrations. “Is it true what they say? That he’s nothing but a human?” She spat the word as if it was the foulest of insults.
	“As far as anyone can tell, yes.” He straightened and faced the avorian. 
	Evara Airlar scowled at the stardust as he trickled it again from one hand back to the other. Feathers in the browns and whites of a falcon sprouted from her head, flowing down like a bobbed haircut. Though she had the face of a human, her features were sharp, her eyes deep brown with pupils disconcertingly larger than a human’s.
	A pair of feathered wings tucked into her sides, protruding from the open back of a designer halter top. She crossed her feather-speckled arms over her chest, her fingers tipped with avian claws.
	“Filthy vermin, the lot of them!” she spat, her wings twitching with her irritation. “I’ve put the Enforcers on it, but they’re incompetent buffoons!” She threw a hand and wing up exasperatedly. “Can’t even find a single thief, let alone that nuisance cluster of local rebels that—!”
	She cut herself off, eyes widening as she remembered who, exactly, she was speaking to. She swiftly bowed her head, hands folding in front of her as if in prayer. “Forgive me, m’lord. I shouldn’t be burdening you with such troubles. This isn’t your territory to worry about.”
	Calrin waved the apology away. “The burdens of one are lighter when carried by the shoulders of all!”
	The woman smiled at him. “Eloquently put.”
	He winked his thanks, though he couldn't take credit for it. It was something his late sister had been fond of saying. The people seemed to love it, so he'd adopted it.
	“The thief got the real one?” He nodded to the open drawer. “The rest are just decoys?”  
	“Yes, Lord Ba’alrin.”
	“Please, call me Rin.” He smiled warmly at her. “This is hardly a formal visit! The Enforcers are skilled, but I’m as vexed as you about why they haven’t caught this pest.” He exaggerated a frown at the dust as it trickled through the bottom of his fist. “Might I keep this?” He nodded to the stardust.
	“Yes, yes. It’s worthless, but yes.”
	He gave her another charming smile. “Many thanks, Lady Airlar!” He opened a small bag at his belt, careful to make sure the Noble didn’t see the contents. He trickled the pebbly sand inside it, letting the glowing bits join the collection of now dark stones he’d collected from other crime scenes.
	He straightened, then offered the Noble a deep bow. “I thank you for allowing me into your home under such short notice, good Lady!”
	Evara twittered at his show of formality despite his own request. That he was shirtless and shoeless paired with his physique to paint a perfect picture of the Nomadic Prince.
	“The pleasure has been mine, Lor—Rin.” She curtseyed as well as her pencil skirt allowed. Her wings flared slightly beside her.
	He started through the manor house to the front door.
	“Won’t you stay for lunch?” Evara asked, following him. “Or perhaps some tea, at the least? It wouldn’t take our cook long to prepare some refreshments for your trouble! It’s the least I could do to thank you for coming all this way.”
	“That’s generous of you, but no.” He stopped at the grand front door. Sunlight filtered in through a stained-glass window near it’s top. It glinted on the copper-inscribed black torc around his throat. “Sadly, I have business to conduct elsewhere.”
	“Of course.”
	He collected his pair of leather riding boots from beside the door, and slipped them on. 
	“Should you need anything,” Evara went on as he opened the door, letting in the afternoon sunlight, “don’t hesitate to call on us!”
	“You’ll be the first I come to, dear Lady!” He smiled dashingly, gave her another flourishing bow, then left. 
	The mild warmth and blossoming scents of late spring filled the air. The Noble’s manor took up most of one side of the street. Other grand houses found space further down the road. Lawn mowers rumbled as human servants and slaves tended to the gardens of their supernatural betters.
	Calrin upheld his trained posture and regal stride until, at last, he was out of the line of sight of the Noble's house. 
	He breathed a sigh of relief, relaxing his posture. Though Evara wasn't so bad as far as the Nobles went, he was happy to leave her presence.
	He reached into the pouch at his belt and removed a small bit of the stardust. He couldn’t tell in the light if he’d gotten any of the pebbles that still retained their glow, but it didn’t matter.
	He wasn’t entirely sure why he was still keeping it. It really was worthless. It wasn’t enough to trace the origin of the thief, the fae magic scrubbing the traces of its owner away, and it had no monetary value. Yet, Calrin found it intriguing. Its existence felt like a challenge. A challenge he was quite eager to accept.
	He shook it around in his palm as he walked, thinking.
	Though he refused to admit it, he'd been obsessed with finding the Phantom since he first heard the rumors. Though the Houses had done their best to prevent the knowledge of this thief from spreading, especially among the human population, spread it had. There had even been speculation that the Phantom was working with a popular rebel group, the Diamond Templar, though the validity of that was yet unproven.
	Despite the Phantom’s crimes, Calrin couldn’t help but admire the thief. It took no small amount of both skill and talent to do the things this thief had accomplished. Yes, the thief had to have at least one supernatural accomplice to create the stardust and to have evaded capture for so long, but still, even with aid, he'd accomplished things that should have been impossible for a human, help or no.
	Calrin could only hope that he found the culprit first. A human like that could be of more use alive than dead if in the right hands. And not just for interrogation purposes.
	Now, he just had to figure out where the Stardust Phantom would strike next, and get there first. Though the Phantom’s thefts had seemed random at first, recently, Calrin had started to notice a subtle pattern. If he was correct, he had a vague idea of what the Phantom would go after next.
	Now, if only he could figure out where the next target was, along with the possible ‘what.’
	He ground the stardust against his palm with his fingers. He needed information. Obscure information that, regrettably, even Evara couldn’t provide. The Noble hadn’t even really known what she had, only that it was an ancient family heirloom.
	Calrin had been content to let her think that that was all it was. After all, he only suspected it was more than just an old magical trinket. He couldn’t be sure without seeing the real thing. As far as he knew, it could be nothing more than a wild goose chase.
	As it was, there were two places you were guaranteed to find even the most elusive of information: a library, and a pub. 
	Of the two, Calrin much preferred doing his research at pubs. And he had just the place in mind.
	He dripped the stardust back into the pouch. With his next step, his body evaporated into a puff of copper smoke, vanishing as he left the physical realm behind. The houses around him turned into ghosts of their physical forms, the emotions of the people inside tickling at his senses as tangible things, not just ideas.
	In his gaseous state, he shot through the warped streets of the Dreamscape. For now, it was fairly quiet. This city had very few nocturnal creatures taking up residence, their and their staff's dreams distant wisps twanging at the web of this realm.
	With the twisted time of the Dreamscape, it took only moments before he found himself outside a pub he’d heard good things about.
	With another swirl of smoke, Calrin reformed in the physical plane across the street from the pub. The noise of people always hit the hardest when he came back from the relative quiet of the Dreamscape.
	People swarmed about on lunchtime breaks between the brick buildings around him. A passing dwarf in a stained business suit cursed and startled away at Calrin’s sudden appearance. Recognition flashed in the gruff man’s eyes. He belted out a curt apology, then hobbled on his way.
	Designed to retain an old-world feel, even the magic-fed street lanterns of this business district looked like they came from another era, each one meticulously forged with the likeness of dragons and other spindly creatures wrapping them.
	A lazy smile played across his face. Now this was where he'd rather be, not some stuffy Noble's estate. Nobles might have the funds for finery and extravagant galas, but the citizens were the ones who really knew how to have a good time.
	Calrin crossed the cobblestone street to the pub. A sign hung outside the door in the shape of a skull, displaying the pub's name: The Drunken Skull. Keeping to the theme, the door’s handle was a brass skull. A few large crystalline skulls peered out from the door itself, giving glimpses of light and movement from the inside.
	Pulling the door open by the handle's mouth, he entered the familiar fray of a pub in the raucous throws of lunch-hour.



Dang, you're still here after all that? You deserve a treat for sticking round!

If you have any interest, even vaguely, don't hesitate to contact me! The worst I can do is say no. Hope to hear from you!





It was so... kind of you to stop by.

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In Mystic Orphanage (Aristocles and Siaya Dragalorn) → 10 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay

Glad to hear it!

Quick character interaction tends to do that. :-) They'll get longer again soon enough. xD

... Man, I have a lot of elves. I think I subconsciously have a thing for that race... And I totally did not intend to have this many side characters right off. Heh. I think the only other time I have had more roleplay-wise was when I was playing an entire family with all but my MC as more important side characters.

So, I figured we should get this out of the way. If we were still going with the five characters to stop... my gosh, my memory sucks right now. Story of my life, I swear. To stop whoever it was and restore peace, which ones did you want to claim? You were okay with me taking on the elf with Valera, and you were going to be the dracon with Arjun, correct? So, which of the remaining three do you want to stake claim to? I'll play whichever you don't want. I think we have three left after that, if my memory serves well:

Halfling
Lizardfolk
Human

In Mystic Orphanage (Aristocles and Siaya Dragalorn) → 10 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay

	“Thank you,” Thayva said, showing her teeth in a warm smile at the kind gesture.
	At the table, Thayva took a piece of the mutton and placed it on the remainder of her bread and cheese, and took a bite, savoring the flavor. 
	“Besides the obvious,” Thayva began, trying to lighten the mood if only by a tiny bit, “how was your morning?”

*	*	*

	Nick gave him a look that said, “What’s your point?” as he recited the rules. The elf crossed his arms, an eyebrow raised, as Jorn paused again in thought.
	“Now you’re talking.” Nick grinned, and followed the others. “I need a break from trying to decipher that stupid book.” He frowned, his head starting to hurt just from the thought of it. He had spent months of his free time on it, and he still had made so little progress. “I think someone wrote it just to annoy me.”
	Nick glanced around them watchfully, looking for any sign of the staff.
	“You know,” he began as they walked, “maybe we’ll even run into that dwarf girl... What’s her name again?” He looked to Aurelian in mock thought. “Laura, or something like that?”

*	*	*

	“It is,” Kia nodded vigorously at Laura’s comment. She watched, amusement glittering in her green eyes.
	“True,” Laya stretched her legs out in front of her and leaned back on her hands. “But wouldn’t you want someone who could fight, in that case? Someone you know could watch your back?” She glanced to Belle, who had pulled a few rather unusual odds and ends from her bag, including the wad of parchment and quill she had had out earlier, a ball of twine with a wooden peg attached to one end, a rope necklace with what looked like a miniature petrified octopus tentacle dangling from it, a small pouch that had opened slightly, allowing the muddled daylight to glint off what looked like marbles inside, and a little wooden box.
	Noticing Laura’s gaze, Belle glanced up. “I haven’t cleaned this thing in ages,” she explained, a gust of wind blowing through her hair.

*	*	*

	The mute halfling stole along the hallways, his bare feet silent against the stone floor. Determined to put as much distance between him and his archenemy, he found himself nearly on the opposite side of the mansion. Finding a classroom emptied for the day, he stole inside.
	The child cast a quick glance around the room, then began collecting the cushions, stacking as many as he could in his small arms, and taking them to a corner. He laid them out in the start of a bed shape, then went back for a couple more trips.
	Satisfied with the number of cushions he had piled up--a number that had all but cleared the tables of them--he plopped down on his make-shift mattress with a contented, tired sigh. Still listening for any sign that it was time to head to the kitchen, he propped his head up so he could look out the window he faced, watching the clouds as they billowed through the sky, picking out various shapes in them.
	Soon, the child found himself dozing off, the comfort of the cushions welcoming him into sleep.

In Mystic Orphanage (Aristocles and Siaya Dragalorn) → 10 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay

No worries. :-) Did you have a good birthday?

And hey, I think we hit our record here for number of replies in a single day a couple days ago. xD

In Deleted → 10 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay

	Izzy returned Trevor’s grin. “Yeah, meeting a vampire would spice up the summer.” Izzy followed slightly behind Trevor as he headed toward his locker. “As long as they don’t sparkle.” She smirked. “I’ll take no shadow over that any day.”
	“I guess I can see that,” she said thoughtfully at his reason for knowing the rumors. She gave a snorted laugh at his last question. "I don't hang out with people," she said, brushing the thought off with a nonchalant shrug as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do. "So, no. I don't buy into them. Most of the time, it's just false accusations, anyway."
	Amber loved hearing them, though, a cruel voice piped up from the back of her mind. Izzy frowned at the floor, an uneasy look flashing through her eyes as she shoved the thought back into its dark recess.
	“Any idea where the whole rumor started this time ‘round?” she asked, her tone light as she looked back to Trevor. 

In They Live Among Us (Vampiricchild x Siaya) → 10 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay

	Victoria looked at Illyad a moment longer than necessary, vaguely wondering how many years his “entire life” consisted of. He had mentioned having lived a long time before, but, from the looks of him, he was not too much older than her or Alex. Well, by Alex’s appearance, at least.
Good, Victoria thought at Alex’s explanation. He did not intend to kill them. As much as she detested the two in question, that was not a fate she wished on them. She frowned into her cup as Alex finished. Luc had definitely had that kind of aura about him.
	“Do you have a way to capture them?”

*	*	*

	“What?” Nyaira hissed, her eyes narrowing at Luc and a scowl pulling at her lips. They stood in an alleyway in the college town, the smell of cooking fish coming from a Chinese restaurant on one side. “I have things I need to take care of before tomorrow. I can’t be gallivanting about town trying to find--” The snarl Luc gave her made her voice fall still, her own expression brooding.
	“You ’eard me, Nya.” Luc’s steely gaze bore into Nyaira. “Find zee girl. I ’ave already made arrangements to compensate for your absence.” He took a breath, and his face softened. He stepped toward Nyaira and gently brushed her cheek with the back of his hand. “Zee business I ’ave can’t be done by anyone else, and you are zee only one I trust with something as important as zis, mon chéri. It is more important zan you know.”
	“Fine,” she said with animated exasperation. “But you owe me, mon cœur.” Nyaira moved his hand aside and leaned against him.
	They shared a quick kiss before Luc pulled away and quickly disappeared onto the main road.
	With an irritated sigh, Nyaira pulled out the pocket-watch-turned-compass and opened it. The needle swiveled a few times, even backtracking on itself. A malicious smile spread over her face as it settled on a direction, the needle quivering as if in excitement.
	As Jevan had promised, it had locked onto the human.
	Making a quick note of the direction it pointed, she replaced it in her pocket and started on her way, checking the compass every few minutes to make sure she was still on the right path.

In Mystic Orphanage (Aristocles and Siaya Dragalorn) → 10 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay

Sorry for the wait! A good friend of mine is in town for a couple days, so I will likely be busy through tomorrow. Should be fairly free for a while after that, though.

In Mystic Orphanage (Aristocles and Siaya Dragalorn) → 10 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay

	Thayva gave a slow nod in agreement. “I’ll get the word out once we have eaten.”
	At the prospect of the food being done, Thayva clasped her hands together in front of her. “Ah, good. Perhaps we’ll both be better for the full stomachs.”

*	*	*

	Nick glanced to Arjun as he walked off. He could not help but give a boisterous laugh at Aurelian’s suggestion and observation.
	“So I’ve noticed!” he said, his voice hushed to keep from alerting the masseuses of the attraction. “Wouldn’t they make an interesting couple?” He looked to Jorn. “Sounds like a plan to me.”
	Nick sauntered toward Jorn, ignoring the contemplation on the halfling’s face. “Hey.” He nudged Jorn to get his attention. “We’re,” he nodded to Aurelian, “going to go see what the girls are up to. Want to come?”

*	*	*

	Laya’s blush deepened, making her face look more like a cherry. “Yeah, well,” she muttered, looking to the rooftop beneath her. “At least it isn’t because I could beat him in a fight.”
	Kia grinned. She readjusted herself so she instead faced the others. Still on her stomach, she propped her head up in her hands, and lifted her feet behind her, swinging them in the air.
	“To each their own,” Belle said with a shrug as she rummaged around inside her satchel.

In Northwood Academy → 10 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay

That's good. Because from the sound and look of it, neither of us can fish. 

In Mystic Orphanage (Aristocles and Siaya Dragalorn) → 10 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay

Oh, nice. I can see where it would get easy to mix things up with that many. Oh, I did not think through Laya's name very well, so I keep interchanging Laura and Laya by accident. I try to catch it before I post, but let me know if I don't catch it.

That sounds wonderful! I've never been to the Bronx Zoo. Or New York, for that matter. Heh. Sounds like it will be fun!

In Mystic Orphanage (Aristocles and Siaya Dragalorn) → 10 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay

	“Thank you, love.” Thayva smiled at him. “And, of course the flavor,” she added to his ponderings, glad for even the simple distraction. She followed Serapis, and sat beside him with a slice of cheese atop her piece of bread.
	She frowned when her husband brought up the topic that had been eating at them for a while now. She stiffly nodded her agreement. “I’ll get the word out about a meeting. When should we hold it? Tonight--perhaps afterhours--or tomorrow sometime?”

*	*	*

	Nick frowned at Arjun’s speculations. “You've lived here your whole life. Has it ever been this bad before?”
	The elf watched Aurelian toss his shirt to the side, and shook his head. “C’mon. What do you say we see if we can find something to do until we have to go be maids for a night?”

*	*	*

	Laya and Belle grinned at the excitement Laura displayed in describing Jorn.
	Kia laughed at Laura’s comment about Jorn’s feet. “Aww, don’t be shy. If you have a thing for feet, I won’t judge.”
	“He sounds wonderful.” Belle gave a kind smile. With her items shoved back in her satchel, she joined the other girls, creating a triangle, with Kia the odd one out.
	Laya blushed at Laura’s question, while Kia gave it a moment’s thought.
	“Nah,” Kia said with a shrug. “Not really.”
	“Aurelian,” Belle admitted. “He’s a human. He’s just so cute!”
	Noticing the red on Laya’s cheeks, a mischievous glint entered Kia’s eyes. “Who is it, Laya?”
	Laya cleared her throat, biding her time. “Nick.”
	“Nick?” Kia sat up, staring in surprise.
	“What?” Laya’s gaze stayed on the rooftop. “He’s smart, nice, and easy on the eyes, to boot.”

[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/RJyFv7T.png[/img][/center] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/jsheRX6.gif[/img][/center] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/7QnMzQi.png?3[/img][/center] [center][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QOvaPmnvwfo&ab_channel=TheMelodiousNocturn[/youtube][/center] [h2]Click Here at Your Own Risk:[/h2] [hider=Introduction][img]https://i.imgur.com/V9r4Cn4.png[/img] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/8crUwn3.gif[/img][/center] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/RJebQce.png?1[/img][/center] [color=gray][b]Previously Known As:[/b][/color] Siaya Dragalorn [color=gray][b]Call Me:[/b][/color] Riven. What, expecting something else? [color=gray][b]Phonetic Pronunciation:[/b][/color] [i]rih[/i]-vin whyte (like the color) [color=gray][b]Time Zone:[/b][/color] Central Standard Time (CT) (GMT-6). [color=gray][b]Active Hours:[/b][/color] I'm an insomniac with an unpredictable schedule. While I prefer being on graveyard shift hours, it changes regularly. Long story short, there's no predicting what time or days I'll be active on here. [color=gray][b]Country:[/b][/color] United States of America (boo) [b][color=gray]Age:[/color][/b] How rude! But if it matters to you, I'm over 21. [b][color=gray]Writing/Play-by-Post Experience:[/color][/b] Well over a decade for both. [b][color=gray]Likes + Hobbies:[/color][/b] Reading. Writing. The night. Most things fantasy and paranormal. Collecting things (I think I'm part dragon). Creating art (an amazing woman once told me that she and I don't make crafts. Crafts are like coloring books or pre-made kits and their like. What [i]we[/i] do is [i]create[/i]. We make something from nothing). Gaming (PlayStation for the win!). Wandering old cemeteries. Night walks... [b][color=gray]Personality:[/color][/b] *Laughs manically.* Personality? Do you really wish to know the [i]personality[/i] of someone without a heart? Yes? *Sighs.* Very well, then. I'll recognize there's an advantage in knowing what you're getting into. To try and put me simply, I'm an old soul, and yet I have a semi-teenage personality wrapped in a body occasionally required to masquerade as the adult society says it is. With my rather unusual preferences, I tend to favor media in the Children's/YA sections, though my own writing tends to have dark and violent themes that threatens to tip it over into New Adult content. [b][color=gray]Other:[/color][/b] ~ If you want to chat and/or roleplay, feel free to message me! ~ Non-LGBT asexual (I will die on the hill that asexuality doesn't belong in the LGBT line-up). Sex-repulsed, to be specific, and yet I'm a closet romantic. Because, yes, there's a difference between smut and romance. [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/7QnMzQi.png?3[/img][/center] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/oKVvwzz.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/bSjkdrQ.gif[/img] [color=gray][b]~[/b][/color] Rise of the Guardians [color=gray][b]~[/b][/color] Nightmare Before Christmas [color=gray][b]~[/b][/color] Harry Potter [color=gray][b]~[/b][/color] Merlin (2008) [color=gray][b]~[/b][/color] Warehouse 13 [color=gray][b]~[/b][/color] Spirited Away [color=gray][b]~[/b][/color] Howl's Moving Castle [color=gray][b]~[/b][/color] Avatar: The Last Airbender [color=gray][b]~[/b][/color] Trollhunters (Tales of Arcadia) [color=gray][b]~[/b][/color] Jackie Chan Adventures [color=gray][b]~[/b][/color] Teen Titans (2003-'06) [color=gray][b]~[/b][/color] My Hero Academia [color=gray][b]~[/b][/color] Yona of the Dawn [color=gray][b]~[/b][/color] Death Note [color=gray][b]~[/b][/color] The Legend of Dragoon [color=gray][b]~[/b][/color] Persona 5 [color=gray][b]~[/b][/color] The World Ends with You [color=gray][b]~[/b][/color] Final Fantasy [color=gray][b]~[/b][/color] Kingdom Hearts (*Gasp!* Such a [i]shocker![/i]) [color=gray][b]~[/b][/color] Little Nightmares 1 + 2 (3 had potential, but fell flat for me) [color=gray][b]~[/b][/color] Rising of the Shield Hero [color=gray][b]~[/b][/color] Shadows House [/center] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/7QnMzQi.png?3[/img][/center] [right][img]https://i.imgur.com/UsRJvcK.png[/img] [img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/b7a2ec8bb931bbd0b6269344d7aa8810/tumblr_pstzh2j9gm1tvvsht_400.gif[/img] Because they can make for interesting conversation starters. [color=gray][b]~[/b][/color] Bladed weapons [color=gray][b]~[/b][/color] Human-made art [color=gray][b]~[/b][/color] Books [color=gray][b]~[/b][/color] Masks [color=gray][b]~[/b][/color] Enamel Pins [color=gray][b]~[/b][/color] Crystals [color=gray][b]~[/b][/color] Dragons [color=gray][b]~[/b][/color] Vampire themed stuff[/right] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/7QnMzQi.png?3[/img][/center] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/4dePkyv.gif[/img][/center] [/hider] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/7QnMzQi.png?3[/img][/center] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/6HGd4BT.png[/img][/center] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/1mwxAXC.gif[/img][/center] [h2]Click Here at Your Own Risk:[/h2] [hider=Roleplay Preferences] [img]https://i.imgur.com/qoth5Oj.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/GnYWhpC.gif[/img] [color=gray][b]1x1:[/b][/color] Eh. Not the best idea at this point, probably. I'm rather unreliable. If you don't care that I'm unreliable, my inbox is open. [color=gray][b]Group:[/b][/color] No, but thanks for the thought. [right][img]https://i.imgur.com/Dfvs5bh.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/O9E2hXz.gif[/img] [color=gray][b]~ [/b][/color]None at the moment, but if you have an idea that might fit our matching preferences, feel free to message me! [/right] [img]https://i.imgur.com/ntjvhI1.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/yaDvzeY.gif[/img] [b][color=gray]As of 6/8/26:[/color][/b] [color=gray][b]I[/b][/color] don't even know anymore. [color=gray][b]Maybe[/b][/color] once a day. [color=gray][b]Maybe[/b][/color] never. [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/0xp8D16.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/fePs5Fw.gif[/img] (Sorry, I know it's long. What can I say? I know what I like--and [i]don't[/i] like.) [/center] [color=gray][b]~ Main Character Gender:[/b][/color] No preference. I'll gladly play a main male or female character! No doubling necessary. [color=gray][b]~ Partner RL Gender:[/b][/color] Man or woman, as long as you can write decently for the gender (and creature) you want to write for. [color=gray][b]~ [/b][b]Multiple Main and/or Side Characters?[/b][/color] Yes to both! I can be equally content writing for a semi-larger group of characters, or playing only a single MC. I do prefer keeping it small on the MC front (two to three in my control, max), but can do as many side/secondary characters as the story needs! [color=gray][b]~ [/b][b]Writing POV and Tense:[/b][/color] Third-person past-tense. This is both my typical style, and what I'd like from a RP partner. [color=gray][b]~ [/b][b]Character Age:[/b][/color] Various. My favored MC age (or appeared age) range tends to 17-24, but I do write for characters 24+. [color=gray][b]~ [/b]Driver, Shotgun, or Passenger?[/color] All, mental capacity allowing. I can GM a story on my own, co-GM, or let my partner take the driver's seat while my character(s) causes chaos from the backseat. [color=gray][b]~ [/b][b]Genres:[/b][/color] [u]Favored:[/u] Fantasy, paranormal/supernatural horror, fairy tale. [u]With a Side Of:[/u] Adventure, suspense, mystery, action, drama, magic. [u]But Not:[/u] Hard sci-fy, solely slice-of-life, erotica, canon fandom, tabletop style. [color=gray][b]~ [/b][b]Cannon or Originals:[/b][/color] I will NOT write for cannon characters or plots. I'm all for "Inspired By," or "Based On," though! [b][color=gray]~ Swearing:[/color][/b] I'd prefer none, but can tolerate PG-13-ish in IC. I personally don't use standardized or direct profanity. Not a fan. Lord of the Rings doesn't have any cussing in it, you know. Proof you can make an incredible dark story without profanity or sexual content. And please try to avoid it entirely in OOC with me. [b][color=gray]~ Sex/Smut:[/color][/b] [i][u]NO.[/u][/i] If you absolutely need smut in your RPs, then we're NOT a match. I don't even lead characters to a "fade to black" point. As a sex-repulsed asexual, I don't write sex scenarios. Period. I adore romance (see below), and this doesn't rule out semi-intimate physical scenes; it just means that my characters' undies stay on. [b][color=gray]~ But, Romance? Love Interests?![/color][/b] Romance and sex are NOT the same thing! I adore the presence of a REALISTIC love interest for characters. But not having romance/love interests wouldn't be a deal breaker, either; if it forms between characters, then great! [color=gray][b]~ General Nudity:[/b][/color] PG-13. I can tolerate non-sex-based nudity if it's [i]absolutely pertinent[/i] to the story/situation, though it tends to be uncomfortable for me, and I'd request that you don't go into details. Ask yourself, "Would it change anything important if this character wasn't nude?" If the answer is 'no,' it's unnecessary in my book--which, honestly, is 99.99% of the time. [color=gray][b]~ Gore and Violence:[/b][/color] YES, please! As long as it fits the characters and story we're telling, BRING ON THE BLOOD AND AGONY! I enjoy physically (and mentally) torturing characters more than what's probably healthy. [color=gray][b]~ [/b][b]Other Mature Themes:[/b][/color] I'm okay with the presence of most other "mature/adult" themes not directly mentioned here. Though, that may depend on how, exactly, they come into play in the story. [color=gray][b]~ [/b][b]Eras of Interest:[/b][/color] Modern, medieval, renaissance, Victorian, mixed, made-up. Just not purely futuristic. [color=gray][b]~ [/b][b]Gender Pairings:[/b][/color] [u]Romance Potential:[/u] MxF only. I don't care which I write for in that role. [u]Just Friends:[/u] Any pairing. [color=gray][b]~ Writing Level:[/b][/color] Advanced/literate. I'd like a partner to at least somewhat match that. [color=gray][b]~ [/b][b]Usual Post Length:[/b][/color] Situational. I don't expect a partner to know their word count, but on average from me, expect no fewer than 200 words, while I've hit 1,500+ with story-heavy and/or loner posts. As a rule of thumb, the more you give me to work with, the more I'll give back. [color=gray][b]~ Requested Partner Post Length:[/b][/color] Situational. I request my partners be capable of [i]somewhat[/i] matching when circumstances allow. But sometimes the situation only requires a small number of words. When in doubt, as they say, quality over quantity! However, I [i]can't stand[/i] one-liners, or constantly short, static posts. [color=gray][b]~ [/b][b]Grammar and Spelling:[/b][/color] I ask that a RP partner have basic English grammar and writing skills. I like understanding what I'm reading. But I won't turn into a grammar police officer on you--unless you give me permission to. [color=gray][b]~ [/b][b]Roleplay Medium:[/b][/color] Conflicted. I used to prefer only forum threads for many reasons. But with the rise of AI, RP guilds have got to be the perfect theft fodder with all the continuous new public content. Which would leave the less-organized PM. [color=gray][b]~ AI Use:[/b][/color] NO. AI has absolutely no place in anything that involves art, or anything that eliminates a human element. In RPs with me, don't use AI for anything, be it writing, editing, or even storing or getting ideas or research. No AI art, either. Not knowingly, at least--that garbage is getting harder to avoid. And if you feed my stuff to AI, and I WiLl EnD yOu. [color=gray][b]~ Posting Speed:[/b][/color] Inconsistent. Some days I can do one or more, others one a week, and yet others one a month+. Depends on, well, everything. [color=gray][b]~ Partner Posting Frequency:[/b][/color] As long as I know you're still interested, I really don't care. Take your time. This is for [i]fun,[/i] not something that should be stressed over! [color=gray][b]~ OOC Chat:[/b][/color] Not a requirement for me beyond plotting, but encouraged; I enjoy getting to know the mind behind the characters! [color=gray][b]~ Other:[/b][/color] >> I'm pretty ghost-friendly. It isn't fun to be left hanging, of course, but I quite understand that life doesn't always give you the chance (or energy... or willpower...) to say something to a partner before it rips you apart. If you come back, don't feel too guilty to message me, be it to RP or just chat! Chances are, I've been a bit worried about you. But no offence taken if you don't! >> Don't feel shy to give me pointers with my writing! While I look at roleplays as one giant, beautiful mess of a rough draft, I LOVE getting well-intended feedback with my writing. >> I typically create long and overly detailed character profiles, but note that this isn't something I require of my partner. What matters is that YOU know your character well, while I know what I need to know. I just want to warn you! If you want to know what you'd be getting into with there, click [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/189349-rivens-brain-children/ooc]here[/url] for my character vault on the Guild. [color=gray][b]~ Want a Writing Sample?[/b][/color] Then click the below hider for an example of an opening IC post. [hider=Writing Sample] . Calrin crouched in front of the Noble’s weapons’ cabinet. His dark blue jeans tightened to accent his leg muscles, his bare chest showing off his toned upper body. Dark blue tribal tattoos on his arms licked toward his chest and shoulder blades, stopping just short of each on either respective side. The cabinet before him was crowded with various weapons, from swords and spears to a couple historical guns tucked securely in the corner. Emphasis on [i]securely.[/i] Though disabled now, even Calrin could sense the residue of its protective enchantments. Though that alone should have been enough to deter most thieves, it had at least five different locks keeping the door of the main cabinet secured, with the same number on the small drawer in front of him. The ones on the drawer even required enchanted keys to unlock. And yet, somehow, the Stardust Phantom had broken through all of it, disabling the ones on the drawer, while leaving no trace of himself behind. Five identical daggers rested side-by-side on the velvet lining of the drawer. In one space where a sixth dagger should have been, there was nothing but pebbly sand. Nothing but [i]‘stardust,’[/i] as it had been labeled. The glittery substance glowed with a faint silvery light in the shadows of the drawer. Each 'star' winked and flickered, as if mocking Calrin and the avorian Noble the dagger had belonged to. Calrin scooped up the handful of the Stardust Phantom’s calling card. As he looked at it, a few of the pebbles winked out, leaving only what looked like glittery black goldstone. He tipped his hand, eyeing the stardust as it shifted. He jerked his head, clearing his vision of his blond bangs, and shifted his dusk-blue gaze to the cabinet. All those weapons, and the thief had only taken a single dagger. He’d known exactly what he was after. He always did. Calrin took a breath and closed his eyes. He had to be certain. Though copycats were few and far between as of yet, they were still out there. He reached into the metaphysical realm where dreams and magic cross. His body shimmered, losing some of its definition into a coppery haze. The tattoos on his arms almost seemed to glow, their lines blurring with the rest of him. Though general magic wasn’t his expertise, he’d spent enough time around its users to be capable of sensing its presence if he tried hard enough, even pick out familiar signatures. To his dismay, the other bits of magic saturating the house were overwhelming, turning into an indistinguishable mass. He grunted frustratedly. His brows furled as he focused harder on the stardust. Though the other magic auras were nearly all the same to him, he’d since familiarized himself with the true Stardust Phantom’s calling card. Finally, he managed it. Though it was fading, and fast, the flitty, mischievous aura of fae magic was unmistakable. It mingled with the twang of human meddling, chemicals the faery magic corroded beyond scientific recognition. In turn, the human chemicals burned away the defining characteristics of the fae magic, making it impossible to tell which Fae Court the magic-user belonged to, even if Calrin had been apt enough in standard magic to sense that himself. Calrin released the partial link to the more abstract realm, and his form solidified. A grin spread over his lips; this was, without a doubt, the work of the Stardust Phantom. “So?” Evara, the victimized Noble, asked from behind him, her voice twittering and musical. “Was it really [i]him?[/i]” She finished in a heated whisper. Calrin nodded. “You said you found it missing a day ago?” he confirmed, pouring the stardust from one palm to the other. That seemed right, compared to the strength of the fading aura and glow. “About that, yes.” His grin widened. This was the quickest he’d managed to hear about one of the Phantom’s thefts. Which meant that the thief might not be too far out of town yet. Or, if Calrin was lucky, perhaps the thief was still here. “Did he take anything else?” Calrin asked without looking from the stardust. “Some money I’d left out. Nothing else of such value. Nothing that can be traced.” “The Enforcers already tried to scry for the dagger?” “Twice! But something’s concealing it!” She huffed her frustrations. “Is it true what they say? That he’s nothing but a [i]human?[/i]” She spat the word as if it was the foulest of insults. “As far as anyone can tell, yes.” He straightened and faced the avorian. Evara Airlar scowled at the stardust as he trickled it again from one hand back to the other. Feathers in the browns and whites of a falcon sprouted from her head, flowing down like a bobbed haircut. Though she had the face of a human, her features were sharp, her eyes deep brown with pupils disconcertingly larger than a human’s. A pair of feathered wings tucked into her sides, protruding from the open back of a designer halter top. She crossed her feather-speckled arms over her chest, her fingers tipped with avian claws. “Filthy vermin, the lot of them!” she spat, her wings twitching with her irritation. “I’ve put the Enforcers on it, but they’re incompetent buffoons!” She threw a hand and wing up exasperatedly. “Can’t even find a single thief, let alone that nuisance cluster of local rebels that—!” She cut herself off, eyes widening as she remembered who, exactly, she was speaking to. She swiftly bowed her head, hands folding in front of her as if in prayer. “Forgive me, m’lord. I shouldn’t be burdening you with such troubles. This isn’t your territory to worry about.” Calrin waved the apology away. “The burdens of one are lighter when carried by the shoulders of all!” The woman smiled at him. “Eloquently put.” He winked his thanks, though he couldn't take credit for it. It was something his late sister had been fond of saying. The people seemed to love it, so he'd adopted it. “The thief got the real one?” He nodded to the open drawer. “The rest are just decoys?” “Yes, Lord Ba’alrin.” “Please, call me Rin.” He smiled warmly at her. “This is hardly a formal visit! The Enforcers are skilled, but I’m as vexed as you about why they haven’t caught this pest.” He exaggerated a frown at the dust as it trickled through the bottom of his fist. “Might I keep this?” He nodded to the stardust. “Yes, yes. It’s worthless, but yes.” He gave her another charming smile. “Many thanks, Lady Airlar!” He opened a small bag at his belt, careful to make sure the Noble didn’t see the contents. He trickled the pebbly sand inside it, letting the glowing bits join the collection of now dark stones he’d collected from other crime scenes. He straightened, then offered the Noble a deep bow. “I thank you for allowing me into your home under such short notice, good Lady!” Evara twittered at his show of formality despite his own request. That he was shirtless and shoeless paired with his physique to paint a perfect picture of the Nomadic Prince. “The pleasure has been mine, Lor—Rin.” She curtseyed as well as her pencil skirt allowed. Her wings flared slightly beside her. He started through the manor house to the front door. “Won’t you stay for lunch?” Evara asked, following him. “Or perhaps some tea, at the least? It wouldn’t take our cook long to prepare some refreshments for your trouble! It’s the least I could do to thank you for coming all this way.” “That’s generous of you, but no.” He stopped at the grand front door. Sunlight filtered in through a stained-glass window near it’s top. It glinted on the copper-inscribed black torc around his throat. “Sadly, I have business to conduct elsewhere.” “Of course.” He collected his pair of leather riding boots from beside the door, and slipped them on. “Should you need anything,” Evara went on as he opened the door, letting in the afternoon sunlight, “don’t hesitate to call on us!” “You’ll be the first I come to, dear Lady!” He smiled dashingly, gave her another flourishing bow, then left. The mild warmth and blossoming scents of late spring filled the air. The Noble’s manor took up most of one side of the street. Other grand houses found space further down the road. Lawn mowers rumbled as human servants and slaves tended to the gardens of their supernatural betters. Calrin upheld his trained posture and regal stride until, at last, he was out of the line of sight of the Noble's house. He breathed a sigh of relief, relaxing his posture. Though Evara wasn't so bad as far as the Nobles went, he was happy to leave her presence. He reached into the pouch at his belt and removed a small bit of the stardust. He couldn’t tell in the light if he’d gotten any of the pebbles that still retained their glow, but it didn’t matter. He wasn’t entirely sure [i]why[/i] he was still keeping it. It really was worthless. It wasn’t enough to trace the origin of the thief, the fae magic scrubbing the traces of its owner away, and it had no monetary value. Yet, Calrin found it intriguing. Its existence felt like a challenge. A challenge he was quite eager to accept. He shook it around in his palm as he walked, thinking. Though he refused to admit it, he'd been obsessed with finding the Phantom since he first heard the rumors. Though the Houses had done their best to prevent the knowledge of this thief from spreading, especially among the human population, spread it had. There had even been speculation that the Phantom was working with a popular rebel group, the Diamond Templar, though the validity of that was yet unproven. Despite the Phantom’s crimes, Calrin couldn’t help but admire the thief. It took no small amount of both skill and talent to do the things this thief had accomplished. Yes, the thief had to have at least one supernatural accomplice to create the stardust and to have evaded capture for so long, but still, even with aid, he'd accomplished things that should have been impossible for a human, help or no. Calrin could only hope that [i]he[/i] found the culprit first. A human like that could be of more use alive than dead if in the right hands. And not just for interrogation purposes. Now, he just had to figure out where the Stardust Phantom would strike next, and get there first. Though the Phantom’s thefts had seemed random at first, recently, Calrin had started to notice a subtle pattern. If he was correct, he had a vague idea of what the Phantom would go after next. Now, if only he could figure out [i]where[/i] the next target was, along with the possible ‘what.’ He ground the stardust against his palm with his fingers. He needed information. Obscure information that, regrettably, even Evara couldn’t provide. The Noble hadn’t even really known what [i]she[/i] had, only that it was an ancient family heirloom. Calrin had been content to let her think that that was all it was. After all, he only [i]suspected[/i] it was more than just an old magical trinket. He couldn’t be sure without seeing the real thing. As far as he knew, it could be nothing more than a wild goose chase. As it was, there were two places you were guaranteed to find even the most elusive of information: a library, and a pub. Of the two, Calrin much preferred doing his research at pubs. And he had just the place in mind. He dripped the stardust back into the pouch. With his next step, his body evaporated into a puff of copper smoke, vanishing as he left the physical realm behind. The houses around him turned into ghosts of their physical forms, the emotions of the people inside tickling at his senses as tangible things, not just ideas. In his gaseous state, he shot through the warped streets of the Dreamscape. For now, it was fairly quiet. This city had very few nocturnal creatures taking up residence, their and their staff's dreams distant wisps twanging at the web of this realm. With the twisted time of the Dreamscape, it took only moments before he found himself outside a pub he’d heard good things about. With another swirl of smoke, Calrin reformed in the physical plane across the street from the pub. The noise of people always hit the hardest when he came back from the relative quiet of the Dreamscape. People swarmed about on lunchtime breaks between the brick buildings around him. A passing dwarf in a stained business suit cursed and startled away at Calrin’s sudden appearance. Recognition flashed in the gruff man’s eyes. He belted out a curt apology, then hobbled on his way. Designed to retain an old-world feel, even the magic-fed street lanterns of this business district looked like they came from another era, each one meticulously forged with the likeness of dragons and other spindly creatures wrapping them. A lazy smile played across his face. Now [i]this[/i] was where he'd rather be, not some stuffy Noble's estate. Nobles might have the funds for finery and extravagant galas, but the citizens were the ones who really knew how to have a good time. Calrin crossed the cobblestone street to the pub. A sign hung outside the door in the shape of a skull, displaying the pub's name: The Drunken Skull. Keeping to the theme, the door’s handle was a brass skull. A few large crystalline skulls peered out from the door itself, giving glimpses of light and movement from the inside. Pulling the door open by the handle's mouth, he entered the familiar fray of a pub in the raucous throws of lunch-hour.[/hider] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/7QnMzQi.png?3[/img][/center] [b][color=gray]D[/color][/b]ang, you're still here after all that? You deserve a treat for sticking round! [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/hsGZnJX.gif[/img][/center] [color=gray][b]I[/b][/color]f you have any interest, even vaguely, don't hesitate to contact me! The worst I can do is say no. Hope to hear from you! [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/7QnMzQi.png?3[/img][/center] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/4hWNt64.gif[/img][/center][/hider] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/7QnMzQi.png?3[/img][/center] [center][h1]It was so... [i]kind[/i] of you to stop by.[/h1] [img]https://i.imgur.com/j0Xku1K.gif[/img][/center]

<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/RJyFv7T.png" /></div> <div class="bb-center"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/jsheRX6.gif" /></div> <div class="bb-center"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/7QnMzQi.png?3" /></div> <div class="bb-center"><iframe src="//youtube.com/embed/QOvaPmnvwfo?theme=dark" frameborder="0" width="496" height="279" allowfullscreen></iframe></div> <div class="bb-h2">Click Here at Your Own Risk:</div> <div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Introduction">Introduction [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/V9r4Cn4.png" /> <div class="bb-center"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/8crUwn3.gif" /></div> <div class="bb-center"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/RJebQce.png?1" /></div> Previously Known As: Siaya Dragalorn Call Me: Riven. What, expecting something else? Phonetic Pronunciation: rih-vin whyte (like the color) Time Zone: Central Standard Time (CT) (GMT-6). Active Hours: I'm an insomniac with an unpredictable schedule. While I prefer being on graveyard shift hours, it changes regularly. Long story short, there's no predicting what time or days I'll be active on here. Country: United States of America (boo) Age: How rude! But if it matters to you, I'm over 21. Writing/Play-by-Post Experience: Well over a decade for both. Likes + Hobbies: Reading. Writing. The night. Most things fantasy and paranormal. Collecting things (I think I'm part dragon). Creating art (an amazing woman once told me that she and I don't make crafts. Crafts are like coloring books or pre-made kits and their like. What we do is create. We make something from nothing). Gaming (PlayStation for the win!). Wandering old cemeteries. Night walks... Personality: *Laughs manically.* Personality? Do you really wish to know the personality of someone without a heart? Yes? *Sighs.* Very well, then. I'll recognize there's an advantage in knowing what you're getting into. To try and put me simply, I'm an old soul, and yet I have a semi-teenage personality wrapped in a body occasionally required to masquerade as the adult society says it is. With my rather unusual preferences, I tend to favor media in the Children's/YA sections, though my own writing tends to have dark and violent themes that threatens to tip it over into New Adult content. Other: ~ If you want to chat and/or roleplay, feel free to message me! ~ Non-LGBT asexual (I will die on the hill that asexuality doesn't belong in the LGBT line-up). Sex-repulsed, to be specific, and yet I'm a closet romantic. Because, yes, there's a difference between smut and romance. <div class="bb-center"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/7QnMzQi.png?3" /></div> <div class="bb-center"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/oKVvwzz.png" /> <img src="https://i.imgur.com/bSjkdrQ.gif" /> ~ Rise of the Guardians ~ Nightmare Before Christmas ~ Harry Potter ~ Merlin (2008) ~ Warehouse 13 ~ Spirited Away ~ Howl's Moving Castle ~ Avatar: The Last Airbender ~ Trollhunters (Tales of Arcadia) ~ Jackie Chan Adventures ~ Teen Titans (2003-'06) ~ My Hero Academia ~ Yona of the Dawn ~ Death Note ~ The Legend of Dragoon ~ Persona 5 ~ The World Ends with You ~ Final Fantasy ~ Kingdom Hearts (*Gasp!* Such a shocker!) ~ Little Nightmares 1 + 2 (3 had potential, but fell flat for me) ~ Rising of the Shield Hero ~ Shadows House</div> <div class="bb-center"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/7QnMzQi.png?3" /></div> <div class="bb-right"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/UsRJvcK.png" /> <img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/b7a2ec8bb931bbd0b6269344d7aa8810/tumblr_pstzh2j9gm1tvvsht_400.gif" /> Because they can make for interesting conversation starters. ~ Bladed weapons ~ Human-made art ~ Books ~ Masks ~ Enamel Pins ~ Crystals ~ Dragons ~ Vampire themed stuff</div> <div class="bb-center"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/7QnMzQi.png?3" /></div> <div class="bb-center"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/4dePkyv.gif" /></div></div></div> <div class="bb-center"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/7QnMzQi.png?3" /></div> <div class="bb-center"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/6HGd4BT.png" /></div> <div class="bb-center"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/1mwxAXC.gif" /></div> <div class="bb-h2">Click Here at Your Own Risk:</div> <div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Roleplay Preferences">Roleplay Preferences [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/qoth5Oj.png" /> <img src="https://i.imgur.com/GnYWhpC.gif" /> 	1x1: Eh. Not the best idea at this point, probably. I'm rather unreliable. If you don't care that I'm unreliable, my inbox is open. 	Group: No, but thanks for the thought. <div class="bb-right"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/Dfvs5bh.png" /> <img src="https://i.imgur.com/O9E2hXz.gif" /> ~ None at the moment, but if you have an idea that might fit our matching preferences, feel free to message me!</div> <img src="https://i.imgur.com/ntjvhI1.png" /> <img src="https://i.imgur.com/yaDvzeY.gif" /> As of 6/8/26: I don't even know anymore. Maybe once a day. Maybe never. <div class="bb-center"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/0xp8D16.png" /> <img src="https://i.imgur.com/fePs5Fw.gif" /> (Sorry, I know it's long. What can I say? I know what I like--and don't like.)</div> ~ Main Character Gender: No preference. I'll gladly play a main male or female character! No doubling necessary. ~ Partner RL Gender: Man or woman, as long as you can write decently for the gender (and creature) you want to write for. ~ Multiple Main and/or Side Characters? Yes to both! I can be equally content writing for a semi-larger group of characters, or playing only a single MC. I do prefer keeping it small on the MC front (two to three in my control, max), but can do as many side/secondary characters as the story needs! ~ Writing POV and Tense: Third-person past-tense. This is both my typical style, and what I'd like from a RP partner. ~ Character Age: Various. My favored MC age (or appeared age) range tends to 17-24, but I do write for characters 24+. ~ Driver, Shotgun, or Passenger? All, mental capacity allowing. I can GM a story on my own, co-GM, or let my partner take the driver's seat while my character(s) causes chaos from the backseat. ~ Genres: Favored: Fantasy, paranormal/supernatural horror, fairy tale. With a Side Of: Adventure, suspense, mystery, action, drama, magic. But Not: Hard sci-fy, solely slice-of-life, erotica, canon fandom, tabletop style. ~ Cannon or Originals: I will NOT write for cannon characters or plots. I'm all for "Inspired By," or "Based On," though! ~ Swearing: I'd prefer none, but can tolerate PG-13-ish in IC. I personally don't use standardized or direct profanity. Not a fan. Lord of the Rings doesn't have any cussing in it, you know. Proof you can make an incredible dark story without profanity or sexual content. And please try to avoid it entirely in OOC with me. ~ Sex/Smut: NO. If you absolutely need smut in your RPs, then we're NOT a match. I don't even lead characters to a "fade to black" point. As a sex-repulsed asexual, I don't write sex scenarios. Period. I adore romance (see below), and this doesn't rule out semi-intimate physical scenes; it just means that my characters' undies stay on. ~ But, Romance? Love Interests?! Romance and sex are NOT the same thing! I adore the presence of a REALISTIC love interest for characters. But not having romance/love interests wouldn't be a deal breaker, either; if it forms between characters, then great! ~ General Nudity: PG-13. I can tolerate non-sex-based nudity if it's absolutely pertinent to the story/situation, though it tends to be uncomfortable for me, and I'd request that you don't go into details. Ask yourself, "Would it change anything important if this character wasn't nude?" If the answer is 'no,' it's unnecessary in my book--which, honestly, is 99.99% of the time. ~ Gore and Violence: YES, please! As long as it fits the characters and story we're telling, BRING ON THE BLOOD AND AGONY! I enjoy physically (and mentally) torturing characters more than what's probably healthy. ~ Other Mature Themes: I'm okay with the presence of most other "mature/adult" themes not directly mentioned here. Though, that may depend on how, exactly, they come into play in the story. ~ Eras of Interest: Modern, medieval, renaissance, Victorian, mixed, made-up. Just not purely futuristic. ~ Gender Pairings: Romance Potential: MxF only. I don't care which I write for in that role. Just Friends: Any pairing. ~ Writing Level: Advanced/literate. I'd like a partner to at least somewhat match that. ~ Usual Post Length: Situational. I don't expect a partner to know their word count, but on average from me, expect no fewer than 200 words, while I've hit 1,500+ with story-heavy and/or loner posts. As a rule of thumb, the more you give me to work with, the more I'll give back. ~ Requested Partner Post Length: Situational. I request my partners be capable of somewhat matching when circumstances allow. But sometimes the situation only requires a small number of words. When in doubt, as they say, quality over quantity! However, I can't stand one-liners, or constantly short, static posts. ~ Grammar and Spelling: I ask that a RP partner have basic English grammar and writing skills. I like understanding what I'm reading. But I won't turn into a grammar police officer on you--unless you give me permission to. ~ Roleplay Medium: Conflicted. I used to prefer only forum threads for many reasons. But with the rise of AI, RP guilds have got to be the perfect theft fodder with all the continuous new public content. Which would leave the less-organized PM. ~ AI Use: NO. AI has absolutely no place in anything that involves art, or anything that eliminates a human element. In RPs with me, don't use AI for anything, be it writing, editing, or even storing or getting ideas or research. No AI art, either. Not knowingly, at least--that garbage is getting harder to avoid. And if you feed my stuff to AI, and I WiLl EnD yOu. ~ Posting Speed: Inconsistent. Some days I can do one or more, others one a week, and yet others one a month+. Depends on, well, everything. ~ Partner Posting Frequency: As long as I know you're still interested, I really don't care. Take your time. This is for fun, not something that should be stressed over! ~ OOC Chat: Not a requirement for me beyond plotting, but encouraged; I enjoy getting to know the mind behind the characters! ~ Other: >> I'm pretty ghost-friendly. It isn't fun to be left hanging, of course, but I quite understand that life doesn't always give you the chance (or energy... or willpower...) to say something to a partner before it rips you apart. If you come back, don't feel too guilty to message me, be it to RP or just chat! Chances are, I've been a bit worried about you. But no offence taken if you don't! >> Don't feel shy to give me pointers with my writing! While I look at roleplays as one giant, beautiful mess of a rough draft, I LOVE getting well-intended feedback with my writing. >> I typically create long and overly detailed character profiles, but note that this isn't something I require of my partner. What matters is that YOU know your character well, while I know what I need to know. I just want to warn you! If you want to know what you'd be getting into with there, click <a href="https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/189349-rivens-brain-children/ooc">here</a> for my character vault on the Guild. ~ Want a Writing Sample? Then click the below hider for an example of an opening IC post. <div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Writing Sample">Writing Sample [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none">.	Calrin crouched in front of the Noble’s weapons’ cabinet. His dark blue jeans tightened to accent his leg muscles, his bare chest showing off his toned upper body. Dark blue tribal tattoos on his arms licked toward his chest and shoulder blades, stopping just short of each on either respective side. 	The cabinet before him was crowded with various weapons, from swords and spears to a couple historical guns tucked securely in the corner. 	Emphasis on securely. 	Though disabled now, even Calrin could sense the residue of its protective enchantments. Though that alone should have been enough to deter most thieves, it had at least five different locks keeping the door of the main cabinet secured, with the same number on the small drawer in front of him. The ones on the drawer even required enchanted keys to unlock. 	And yet, somehow, the Stardust Phantom had broken through all of it, disabling the ones on the drawer, while leaving no trace of himself behind. 	Five identical daggers rested side-by-side on the velvet lining of the drawer. In one space where a sixth dagger should have been, there was nothing but pebbly sand. 	Nothing but ‘stardust,’ as it had been labeled. 	The glittery substance glowed with a faint silvery light in the shadows of the drawer. Each 'star' winked and flickered, as if mocking Calrin and the avorian Noble the dagger had belonged to. 	Calrin scooped up the handful of the Stardust Phantom’s calling card. As he looked at it, a few of the pebbles winked out, leaving only what looked like glittery black goldstone. 	He tipped his hand, eyeing the stardust as it shifted. He jerked his head, clearing his vision of his blond bangs, and shifted his dusk-blue gaze to the cabinet. 	All those weapons, and the thief had only taken a single dagger. He’d known exactly what he was after. 	He always did. 	Calrin took a breath and closed his eyes. He had to be certain. Though copycats were few and far between as of yet, they were still out there. 	He reached into the metaphysical realm where dreams and magic cross. His body shimmered, losing some of its definition into a coppery haze. The tattoos on his arms almost seemed to glow, their lines blurring with the rest of him. 	Though general magic wasn’t his expertise, he’d spent enough time around its users to be capable of sensing its presence if he tried hard enough, even pick out familiar signatures. To his dismay, the other bits of magic saturating the house were overwhelming, turning into an indistinguishable mass. 	He grunted frustratedly. His brows furled as he focused harder on the stardust. Though the other magic auras were nearly all the same to him, he’d since familiarized himself with the true Stardust Phantom’s calling card. 	Finally, he managed it. Though it was fading, and fast, the flitty, mischievous aura of fae magic was unmistakable. It mingled with the twang of human meddling, chemicals the faery magic corroded beyond scientific recognition. In turn, the human chemicals burned away the defining characteristics of the fae magic, making it impossible to tell which Fae Court the magic-user belonged to, even if Calrin had been apt enough in standard magic to sense that himself. 	Calrin released the partial link to the more abstract realm, and his form solidified. A grin spread over his lips; this was, without a doubt, the work of the Stardust Phantom. 	“So?” Evara, the victimized Noble, asked from behind him, her voice twittering and musical. “Was it really him?” She finished in a heated whisper. 	Calrin nodded. “You said you found it missing a day ago?” he confirmed, pouring the stardust from one palm to the other. That seemed right, compared to the strength of the fading aura and glow. 	“About that, yes.” 	His grin widened. This was the quickest he’d managed to hear about one of the Phantom’s thefts. Which meant that the thief might not be too far out of town yet. Or, if Calrin was lucky, perhaps the thief was still here. 	“Did he take anything else?” Calrin asked without looking from the stardust. 	“Some money I’d left out. Nothing else of such value. Nothing that can be traced.” 	“The Enforcers already tried to scry for the dagger?” 	“Twice! But something’s concealing it!” She huffed her frustrations. “Is it true what they say? That he’s nothing but a human?” She spat the word as if it was the foulest of insults. 	“As far as anyone can tell, yes.” He straightened and faced the avorian. 	Evara Airlar scowled at the stardust as he trickled it again from one hand back to the other. Feathers in the browns and whites of a falcon sprouted from her head, flowing down like a bobbed haircut. Though she had the face of a human, her features were sharp, her eyes deep brown with pupils disconcertingly larger than a human’s. 	A pair of feathered wings tucked into her sides, protruding from the open back of a designer halter top. She crossed her feather-speckled arms over her chest, her fingers tipped with avian claws. 	“Filthy vermin, the lot of them!” she spat, her wings twitching with her irritation. “I’ve put the Enforcers on it, but they’re incompetent buffoons!” She threw a hand and wing up exasperatedly. “Can’t even find a single thief, let alone that nuisance cluster of local rebels that—!” 	She cut herself off, eyes widening as she remembered who, exactly, she was speaking to. She swiftly bowed her head, hands folding in front of her as if in prayer. “Forgive me, m’lord. I shouldn’t be burdening you with such troubles. This isn’t your territory to worry about.” 	Calrin waved the apology away. “The burdens of one are lighter when carried by the shoulders of all!” 	The woman smiled at him. “Eloquently put.” 	He winked his thanks, though he couldn't take credit for it. It was something his late sister had been fond of saying. The people seemed to love it, so he'd adopted it. 	“The thief got the real one?” He nodded to the open drawer. “The rest are just decoys?” 	“Yes, Lord Ba’alrin.” 	“Please, call me Rin.” He smiled warmly at her. “This is hardly a formal visit! The Enforcers are skilled, but I’m as vexed as you about why they haven’t caught this pest.” He exaggerated a frown at the dust as it trickled through the bottom of his fist. “Might I keep this?” He nodded to the stardust. 	“Yes, yes. It’s worthless, but yes.” 	He gave her another charming smile. “Many thanks, Lady Airlar!” He opened a small bag at his belt, careful to make sure the Noble didn’t see the contents. He trickled the pebbly sand inside it, letting the glowing bits join the collection of now dark stones he’d collected from other crime scenes. 	He straightened, then offered the Noble a deep bow. “I thank you for allowing me into your home under such short notice, good Lady!” 	Evara twittered at his show of formality despite his own request. That he was shirtless and shoeless paired with his physique to paint a perfect picture of the Nomadic Prince. 	“The pleasure has been mine, Lor—Rin.” She curtseyed as well as her pencil skirt allowed. Her wings flared slightly beside her. 	He started through the manor house to the front door. 	“Won’t you stay for lunch?” Evara asked, following him. “Or perhaps some tea, at the least? It wouldn’t take our cook long to prepare some refreshments for your trouble! It’s the least I could do to thank you for coming all this way.” 	“That’s generous of you, but no.” He stopped at the grand front door. Sunlight filtered in through a stained-glass window near it’s top. It glinted on the copper-inscribed black torc around his throat. “Sadly, I have business to conduct elsewhere.” 	“Of course.” 	He collected his pair of leather riding boots from beside the door, and slipped them on. 	“Should you need anything,” Evara went on as he opened the door, letting in the afternoon sunlight, “don’t hesitate to call on us!” 	“You’ll be the first I come to, dear Lady!” He smiled dashingly, gave her another flourishing bow, then left. 	The mild warmth and blossoming scents of late spring filled the air. The Noble’s manor took up most of one side of the street. Other grand houses found space further down the road. Lawn mowers rumbled as human servants and slaves tended to the gardens of their supernatural betters. 	Calrin upheld his trained posture and regal stride until, at last, he was out of the line of sight of the Noble's house. 	He breathed a sigh of relief, relaxing his posture. Though Evara wasn't so bad as far as the Nobles went, he was happy to leave her presence. 	He reached into the pouch at his belt and removed a small bit of the stardust. He couldn’t tell in the light if he’d gotten any of the pebbles that still retained their glow, but it didn’t matter. 	He wasn’t entirely sure why he was still keeping it. It really was worthless. It wasn’t enough to trace the origin of the thief, the fae magic scrubbing the traces of its owner away, and it had no monetary value. Yet, Calrin found it intriguing. Its existence felt like a challenge. A challenge he was quite eager to accept. 	He shook it around in his palm as he walked, thinking. 	Though he refused to admit it, he'd been obsessed with finding the Phantom since he first heard the rumors. Though the Houses had done their best to prevent the knowledge of this thief from spreading, especially among the human population, spread it had. There had even been speculation that the Phantom was working with a popular rebel group, the Diamond Templar, though the validity of that was yet unproven. 	Despite the Phantom’s crimes, Calrin couldn’t help but admire the thief. It took no small amount of both skill and talent to do the things this thief had accomplished. Yes, the thief had to have at least one supernatural accomplice to create the stardust and to have evaded capture for so long, but still, even with aid, he'd accomplished things that should have been impossible for a human, help or no. 	Calrin could only hope that he found the culprit first. A human like that could be of more use alive than dead if in the right hands. And not just for interrogation purposes. 	Now, he just had to figure out where the Stardust Phantom would strike next, and get there first. Though the Phantom’s thefts had seemed random at first, recently, Calrin had started to notice a subtle pattern. If he was correct, he had a vague idea of what the Phantom would go after next. 	Now, if only he could figure out where the next target was, along with the possible ‘what.’ 	He ground the stardust against his palm with his fingers. He needed information. Obscure information that, regrettably, even Evara couldn’t provide. The Noble hadn’t even really known what she had, only that it was an ancient family heirloom. 	Calrin had been content to let her think that that was all it was. After all, he only suspected it was more than just an old magical trinket. He couldn’t be sure without seeing the real thing. As far as he knew, it could be nothing more than a wild goose chase. 	As it was, there were two places you were guaranteed to find even the most elusive of information: a library, and a pub. 	Of the two, Calrin much preferred doing his research at pubs. And he had just the place in mind. 	He dripped the stardust back into the pouch. With his next step, his body evaporated into a puff of copper smoke, vanishing as he left the physical realm behind. The houses around him turned into ghosts of their physical forms, the emotions of the people inside tickling at his senses as tangible things, not just ideas. 	In his gaseous state, he shot through the warped streets of the Dreamscape. For now, it was fairly quiet. This city had very few nocturnal creatures taking up residence, their and their staff's dreams distant wisps twanging at the web of this realm. 	With the twisted time of the Dreamscape, it took only moments before he found himself outside a pub he’d heard good things about. 	With another swirl of smoke, Calrin reformed in the physical plane across the street from the pub. The noise of people always hit the hardest when he came back from the relative quiet of the Dreamscape. 	People swarmed about on lunchtime breaks between the brick buildings around him. A passing dwarf in a stained business suit cursed and startled away at Calrin’s sudden appearance. Recognition flashed in the gruff man’s eyes. He belted out a curt apology, then hobbled on his way. 	Designed to retain an old-world feel, even the magic-fed street lanterns of this business district looked like they came from another era, each one meticulously forged with the likeness of dragons and other spindly creatures wrapping them. 	A lazy smile played across his face. Now this was where he'd rather be, not some stuffy Noble's estate. Nobles might have the funds for finery and extravagant galas, but the citizens were the ones who really knew how to have a good time. 	Calrin crossed the cobblestone street to the pub. A sign hung outside the door in the shape of a skull, displaying the pub's name: The Drunken Skull. Keeping to the theme, the door’s handle was a brass skull. A few large crystalline skulls peered out from the door itself, giving glimpses of light and movement from the inside. 	Pulling the door open by the handle's mouth, he entered the familiar fray of a pub in the raucous throws of lunch-hour.</div></div> <div class="bb-center"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/7QnMzQi.png?3" /></div> 	Dang, you're still here after all that? You deserve a treat for sticking round! <div class="bb-center"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/hsGZnJX.gif" /></div> 	If you have any interest, even vaguely, don't hesitate to contact me! The worst I can do is say no. Hope to hear from you! <div class="bb-center"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/7QnMzQi.png?3" /></div> <div class="bb-center"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/4hWNt64.gif" /></div></div></div> <div class="bb-center"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/7QnMzQi.png?3" /></div> <div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h1">It was so... kind of you to stop by.</div> <img src="https://i.imgur.com/j0Xku1K.gif" /></div></div>

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