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5 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.

5 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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6 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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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 Deleted → 10 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay

	“Uh-huh.” Izzy raised an eyebrow and made a show to take a slight step away from him at the grin he gave her. When he looked back, Izzy almost mimicked him, but was glad she did not when she saw his expression.
	“Fantastic,” she muttered. “Can’t say I blame him, though. There’s no freaking way I’d be able to... well.” She looked at her own arm, the one that Theurge had obliterated in a single punch. Her brows furrowed. She had lost an arm and hands in her fight, but they had regrown within seconds. “Riley,” she looked back to the man. “you saw what happened on the field. But I turned out fine. Why didn’t Cerasus’ limbs just grow back?”

In Deleted → 10 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay

	Izzy blinked at Riley in surprise at his suggestion to explain things to Trevor.
	Izzy shook her head once at Riley’s question. “No, but we go to school together.” Her words slowed as she finished, unsure how much about her human life she should disclose, even if it was something as simple as that. And that there was only one high school in town. She looked askance at him when it dawned on her that he had said “still want to.” Had he seen her with Trevor at the bookstore as well?
	She glanced to the unlit cigarette Riley seemed so fond of. “Trying to quit smoking?”

In Deleted → 10 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay

	Izzy was aware of Riley behind her as he followed, vaguely wondering how Cerasus intended to reattach his arm. She froze in the hall when the sound of eating came from the room behind her as if in answer to her unspoken question, and her stomach did a queasy flip. Her lips pulled down and mouth opened slightly in disgust. 
	“Well, that’s one to add to my ‘Creeptastic List,’” Izzy swallowed hard and did her best to tune out the cracking of a bone.
	When Riley spoke, she eagerly looked to him, more than happy to engage in a conversation. At least, she was until he asked his question, showing he had stayed around long enough to see Trevor.
	Izzy ran a hand through her hair. “I’m still working on figuring that one out. I can’t exactly explain my way out of what he saw. No one’s that gullible.” She frowned and looked to the plastic bag she still held. “And he’s gotta be one of the most persistent guys I’ve ever met."

In Northwood Academy → 10 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay

O.O It's already been seventeen days since we got that collab up? My gosh! It feels like we did that yesterday. Or a month ago. Not sure which at the moment. xD

In Northwood Academy → 10 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay

The Library

	The scent of books was one that could always calm Zaylin’s nerves, no matter the circumstances. Here, surrounded by the knowledge of ages and basking in the sweet redolence of vanillin, it felt almost like nothing of ill consequence could possibly happen. The mere sight of paper, glue, and the various bindings pushed the rage at the headmistress that had been bubbling inside her to a gentle simmer. The dragon side of her, the side from which stemmed her borderline-obsession with antique books, was all but drooling over the impressive collection. And yet, even among the glorious smell of mysteries waiting to be discovered, there was an aura about the deserted place that made the hairs on the back of Zaylin’s neck stand on end.

	She had wandered beyond one of the arched openings to the side of the entrance with its row of tables and lamps. Despite her own instructions to her friends, she paid little attention to how far she walked, a mental map of her steps forming as she went. She kept her gaze on the books as she sauntered through the aisles of packed bookshelves. Her eyes were the only part of her that still bore evidence that Amy’s energy burst had had an effect on her powers, the irises still various glittering shades of gold as they swept over title after title.

	Zaylin paused. Despite the life-threatening situation, there was one good thing about the whole ordeal: here, she no longer had to hide what she was or could do. Here, now, there was no fear of anyone finding out her secret. Here, she was among others of species deemed myths, and people with powers thought only to exist in children’s dreams. Though caution was always necessary to keep her powers in check, here, in this cursed school, she could let them play.

	A smile spread over her face. At the thought, a light breeze struck up and flicked the curled, feathery tips of the girl’s black hair as a spark flickered near her fingertips, the gold of her eyes impossibly intensifying.

	Gripping the strap of her messenger bag with one hand and placing the other lazily in the single pocket sewn onto her lengthy plaid skirt, she continued her walk through the maze of shelves. Every so often, she stopped at a section of shelving with subjects that could potentially offer a subtopic into the unusual and magical. Instead of going after a step stool or trying to find a ladder to get a better, closer look at the books above her reach, she called upon the static air around her, creating a wind that lifted her to her desired height. A couple times, she sat suspended there on a pocket of condensed air, her hair billowing about her face in the element’s effort to maintain the position as she flipped through books she hoped could provide proof of the clue Amy had given Stella. Alas, she had no such luck.

	Realizing she had gone further into the maze than she had initially intended, she made her way back toward the center of the library where she had last seen Tobias and Stella. Taking a slightly different route in the hope of actually finding something of use in their situation, she nearly tripped over a book cart as she rounded a corner. Only by her quick reflexes did she avoid toppling over it.

	Zaylin took a step back and glared at it. It was only partially full, as if the librarian or one of her helpers had been in the middle of returning the pieces of literature to their homes when the announcement to gather in the gym was made. Giving the cart a snort as if to tell it who was boss, she turned to continue on her way, when the gilded title on the spine of a red, leather-bound book caught her eye.

	She did a double take to be sure she had read the spine right: The Golden Bough: The Magic Art Vol. I.

Now that’s what I’m talking about! Zaylin thought, snatching the book from where it leaned against the cart. She searched the cart for any other promising titles, but found none.

	“Thank you, cart,” she said softly, her voice shattering the reverent silence as she gave the cart’s handle a pat. “You’ve been most helpful.”

	She began her sluggish walk back to the library’s center, her attention now on the book in her hand. She flipped it over and paused as she ran the fingers of her free hand over the pattern of leaves embossed on the cover’s back, the red leather smooth beneath her fingertips.

	Hoping the others had found something of even greater interest, Zaylin pulled her attention from the book and continued onward, her pace slow as she scoured every shelf on the way between her and her destination.

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

Let me know if you mind that I basically did a time skip, there, and had Thayva dish out the orders and dismissal. 

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

	After sitting for the last nearly three hours, baking in the gentle heat that the walls of the manor retained, the smell in the cafeteria was enough to make a few of the orphans gag as they entered. Shoulders slumped as nearly a hundred pairs of eyes surveyed the scene once more where lunch had had a battle befitting the most brutal of wars. The mess looked far worse than a lot of them remembered.
	It was going to be a long evening.
	A few of the boys, much like Aurelian, had chosen to work with their shirts off. Many grumbled complaints filled the air as the orphans worked together, but none dared utter them in above a whisper. Though nearly all the windows on the main level had been opened, including those few on the outside-facing walls of the dining hall, the gentle breeze of the storm blowing in was outmatched by the number of sweaty bodies working hard. Had anyone bothered to pause and gaze out one of the windows, they would have been greeted with the fresh, crisp scent of rain as it began to fall, first only a drizzle then slowly intensifying into a downpour, the feel of electricity in the air and the dark, ominous clouds that prematurely blocked out the sun warned of far worse to come.
	Even with some of the staff pitching in, by the time a long break was issued and dinner served, a quarter of the gut-wrenching lunch-purée still remained. It clung to the wood of the floors and walls defiantly, and quickly found its way into the hair and under scales of many of those cleaning. The glow of lanterns lit around the room cast their warm golden glow over the entire scene, the flames flickering their encouragement... or perhaps mockery at the situation the children had put themselves in.
	At long last, as seven in the evening rolled around, the dining hall looked nearly as spotless as it had that morning.
	Thayva, who had labored among those cleaning between doing rounds to be sure the children were all working between breaks, came to stand at the front of the room.
	“Can I have your attention!” she shouted above the clatter of metal buckets and mops, and chatter of orphans and staff alike. When a quiet settled and most eyes turned to her, she continued. “You’ve all worked hard to clean up your mess. For that, I congratulate you. But let it be a lesson. If anything like this ever happens again, the consequences will be far direr than spending the night cleaning.” She looked over the weary faces of everyone in the room. “Your usual evening chores are to be halved tonight, consisting of only the necessities, to allot more time for bathing. Which, I’m sure you will all agree, is something every one of us here needs.” She looked them over once more. “You are all dismissed.”

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	Izzy looked to Cerasus when he interrupted her mid sigh at not having a definite answer. But such an answer would have to do. She raised her eyebrows at Riley’s response, realizing as he reached into his duffel bag what the man had come for. She had not expected Theurge to deliver his end of the deal that quickly.
	Not knowing what shape to expect a detached limb to look like after so long, Izzy turned her head slightly as if to look away, but a morbid curiosity kept her from completing the action. She gaped when Riley pulled the arm from his bag, its form in the same condition as if it had never been removed, looking more like a professional prop from a horror movie than an actual arm that had been severed for a week.
	Izzy shifted her weight awkwardly as Riley handed the arm to Cerasus.
	“Should I, uh,” she gestured to the door with a thumb and angled herself toward it.

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	Izzy nodded thoughtfully at Riley as he spoke. She had figured as much, though it was good to know they would all be held in the same location. Fewer places with property damage.
	So, he had been somewhere nearby, watching. Had he hung around long enough to see her exchange with Trevor? Did it even matter? She met his gaze, looking for any hint of an answer in his face, but found none hidden beneath his expression.
	Izzy returned his grin with smile. “Thanks,” she said again, slowly. "It's still good to know. You’d be one heck of a player in a game of hide-and-seek, you know that?” She took a breath. "So, any idea when I should expect to face the other two?"

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	“I wouldn’t say no trouble,” Izzy grumbled, her voice lightening as she continued. “But it worked out." She looked off to the side for a moment in thought. "Though, I'm sure whoever sees what I couldn't clean up will be a bit baffled." She could not help but wonder if, when the vandalism was reported, her parents would be the ones to investigate.
	She nodded at Cerasus' warning. It would be easy enough to remember to not walk away from the other two without them holding up their end of the bargain. Her head cocked slightly when he quickly changed the topic, but the subject change was one she quite agreed with.
	The abrupt appearance of Riley made Izzy jump and spin to face him, the stealth he demonstrated rather startling.
	She looked him over, wondering if he either raided a section filled with Hawaiian-themed clothes in a discount store, or washed the same shirt whenever it got dirty.
	She gave him a grateful smile at his congratulation. “Thanks. I should have asked before all this, but what are the terms you laid out? Or the rules of combat?” If there are any besides surviving, she added to herself.

[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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