RoccanIronclad

Silverspell University; Sandbox-ish Dorm/Apartment Life Fantasy Creature RP

Ash

Ash smiled and took the Griffins hand, "I'm Ash, nice to meet you Griffin. I think I may have actually met your roommate, the owl, Ethra I believe. Ball of enthusiasm that one, I seemed to do most of the talking in that conversation." As chuckled a bit, finally letting some of his stress go now that he had a chance to cool down. Griffin seemed almost a bit familiar to Ash but he was sure that they had never met before, but for whatever reason his presence was a comfort. He looked Griffin up and down and saw that the man was wrapped in bandages, but when he pulled the cloth from his mouth, there was nothing there to be seen. "Gotta say, being invisible must be one hell of a double edged sword, ever use it for some mischief?"
Ash couldn't help but think that if he could be invisible then all his problems would be easier to deal with but it seemed that Griffin didn't have choice in the matter, Ash wanted to know the details but from experience he knew that many times when someone is outwardly different, it isn't a topic they share well. "How you like that tack, it's a secret blend I brought with me from back home with my pack, my sister loved to mess around with the recipes, these are hers, the black ones mine." He smiled now having a fond memory of his sister and something they shared, now hopefully sharing it further.

Silverspell University; Sandbox-ish Dorm/Apartment Life Fantasy Creature RP

Ash

"Rough day at the office bud?"

The voice came out of nowhere but when the lighter popped to life, it didn't really matter, "A saint if I ever saw one." Ash stuck the cigarette in the flame and drew hard, he noticed that the man was now fishing for his own so Ash held out his case and opened it, "My treat for the light, just don't take the black one, odd flavor." Ash was glad to see a friendly and inviting face, even if it were completely covered in wrappings. The man had a faint scent of smoke himself and a kind tone to his voice, and truly Ash was happy to have a voice that wasn't that insufferable bird.

After another decent puff Ash looked at the man and said, "Honestly I tell you, this is my most difficult arrival here I have had. One of my roommates looks like she may kill me in my sleep, and the other... well I don't know him well yet, but all that on top of my Familiar giving me hell, no way. I hope you have had better luck adjusting." Ash seemed to be a bit distant as all of the occurrences are taking a minor toll on his mind today, almost feeling more monster than man.

Silverspell University; Sandbox-ish Dorm/Apartment Life Fantasy Creature RP

Ash

Ash nodded as Ethra gave the sense that she was uncomfortable with social interaction now, "Pleasure meeting you, hope we can do this again sometime." He pulled up his jacket a bit higher and started to walk away down the pathways further along the courtyard before coming to a relatively quiet area. Why are you bothering with talking to all these people, none of them seem to be able to help with your goals, and the more of them you tell like that the more likely Germande will learn of it. the small canary bellowed in Ash's mind, "Well Cas, it is still my choice to exist in this world, I'm not going to just shut away everything to be a monster like that." Ash retorted with a bit of anger himself, "In fact, I'm good right now why don't you go back to the room and eat some seeds or something." The canary let off a string of unsavory words as it flew away from Ash.

Ash took a deep breath, since he arrived at Silverspell three years ago, Cas had been on him constantly to move forward with his plan, but today, with his mood, he just didn't want to deal with it, "I'm so tired of that damn bird." He said as he pulled out another cigarette from his case and held it in his mouth, but when he pulled out his zippo he struck it a couple times and it wouldn't light, "Damnit all!" He took the lighter and chucked it into the snow, as he looked out he sighed, "I liked that lighter."

Silverspell University; Sandbox-ish Dorm/Apartment Life Fantasy Creature RP

Ash

Ash watched the slop fly through the air and slam into the musicians, he turned to the direction of the thrower, anger in his eyes, but before he could make a move himself the boy was already soaring, someone else seemingly took offense to the action as well. Ash took a breath and pushed back a loose hair before turning back to Ethra, "Unbelievable." she exclaimed as he looked to her, Ash sighed deeply, and looked back to the performers, they were already making their way out now. "While this place may be full of wonder and magic, it's still has its reprobates that only want to take the joy of others and crush it, with no way to create their own." These words were not veiled with any strength, Ash was clearly hurt by the thought, something about this struck him in a chord deep down. He tried to laugh it off and smiled a bit to Ethra, "Either way, we can do our best right? Make our dreams come about and maybe someone else's too. I'm gonna tell you a secret, I'm here to become an Alpha." he looked at Ethra seriously, then broke the facade into chuckle, "Though, don't all werewolves want that?"

@SepticGentleman

Silverspell University; Sandbox-ish Dorm/Apartment Life Fantasy Creature RP

Ash

Ash watched alongside the owl girl as the duo finished their songs, he had noticed as well the ornamentation that signified the loss of the other tree men. Ash looked to the owl person, she seemed to be staring intently, "You know, I envy them horribly. They found a way to keep alive the memory of their fallen kin, with out losing hope themselves. It's beautiful in its own way I think." Ash took another draw on his cigarette before flicking the remainder into the snow. "This campus is full of exquisite music, food, drink, pleasures for all kinds, and while you stay, you can be something a bit more than what you came as. If you don't mind my asking, what is it you came here to be?"

Ash stood pondering the question himself as he posed it, the duo began the next song in their repertoire and Ash thought to himself. [i][color=f7941d]Why did I come back here, if I was going to manage anything I would have already, all I am doing is wasting away the life I have while the memory of people[/i][/color] I care about fades to dust around me. He looked back at the owl woman and smiled, "Nevermind me, here I am prying like a first day counselor, I'm sure you have better things to do than indulge my questions. It's a pleasure to have met you.... um, I never actually caught your name?"

@SepticGentleman

Silverspell University; Sandbox-ish Dorm/Apartment Life Fantasy Creature RP

Ash

Ash stood from his place in the library now satisfied with the amount that he had read so far in the codex, Most of this I already knew, silver hurts if you can keep it there, off with a head to put them down for good. Ugh, I really don't like to carry that stuff with me but I guess I need the practice. Cas, is it against the rules to carry a weapon? Ash looked to the small yellow bird flying around him as they walked back to the dorm room. I don't think it would matter, it isn't like most every person in this school isn't a dangerous weapon in their own right, and like you said, you really need the practice.

Ash returned to his room and sifted through his pack, he pulled out a few things, a jar of what looked to be a dried brown plant, a second jar of dried purple flowers, and a dagger. Ash pulled off his belt and put the dagger on it placed behind him under his jacket, then set the jars on his desk. "Well, it isn't like no one else has weapons, I mean, some people breathe fire." Ash set the codex down as well before heading out, as he walked toward the main courtyard he took out the knife, it shimmered with a bright light, he set the blade on his hand and when he pulled it away, a bright red mark had started to appear from under it, "Silver, I'm glad I declined the silver embellishments on the sheathe and handle."

As ash wandered to the courtyard he noticed a couple of trees...playing music. Ash waited a moment among the crowd of people before he noticed another student with a cigarette, he remembered that he had been stopped earlier and pulled his back out and lit it, now with a moment of peace finally pouring over him, he felt happy and free of his issues and his goals, just a moment to take in his world that gives him so much joy, "What a lovely song, I haven't heard something like that in a while." he looked about him and noticed the Owl person from the library nearby, he took a couple steps over to her, "What about you, ever heard something like that before? Around here, magic seems to be more alive, in everything we touch." he trailed a moment as he drew on the cigarette. "My apologies, I'm Ash, I saw you a few minutes ago in the library, you were chatting with my roommate Mesuka." he held out a hand in offer of a handshake.

@SepticGentleman

Silverspell University; Sandbox-ish Dorm/Apartment Life Fantasy Creature RP

Alright I want in on this new character trend too, I will give it a good shot.

Given name: Castor Manos
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Species: Hekatoncheires (Hundred handed one)

My Hider

The Hekatoncheires were originally the children of Gaea and the titan Uranus, though they became the betrayers as they chose to fight by the side of Zeus and his olympians, throwing boulders the size of mountains, hundred at a time, overwhelming the titans. In the time since the defeat of the titans, the Hekatoncheires had been tasked with guarding the entrance to tartarus where they stand watch over the titans they had defeated. It is said that as part of a deal made with Zeus the Hekatoncheires would be given free reign of the sky for one season a year where they would bring great winds and storms to Greece. Or thats what the myths would have you believe, perhaps at one time that were true of them but now time has lessened the overall strength of these mythical titans. These titans now stand not much taller than the average human, thought usually still over six feet tall, their bodies are still unnaturally strong and resilient and have the strength to be reckoned with. A Hekatoncheir doesn't outwardly look odd, they only seem to have two arms, and they are not any strange color.

Strengths

Hundred hands: A Hekatoncheir is able to summon his other ninety eight hands at will, each one will materialize from the air behind them and have a storm cloud seemingly hold it aloft. each hand is as powerful as the hekatoncheir is himself.

Herald the Storms: A Hekatoncheir is a bringer of wind and rain, they can create winds from the many summoned hands, and should a Hekatoncheir focus hard enough, can create a rain storm of great strength, however this is more an adult trait.

Titan's Strength: A hekatoncheir is naturally gifted with incredible strength and durability due to his titanic heritage.

Weaknesses

Bloodline spoilage: Hekatoncheir were once so powerful that they struck fear in the hearts of titan and god alike, one alone could quell a rebellion of gods before it can begin. Now, the hekatoncheir are shadows of that former glory, their bloodline slowly diluted by outbreeding, they are now on the level of a powerful werewolf or giant in strength, and can be defeated by nearly all the same means.

From the depths: Titans of old were held in the pits of Tartarus while not a widely known location, those that do would know that the cage that contains them, is made of Obsidian, and so a weapon made of such would be more effective.

Appearance:

Castor

In-depth Appearance: Castor Is an impressive man to be sure, he stands 6'3" and is very toned, he has black hair and green eyes, as well as a deep voice. When Castor summons his many hands each of them condenses from storm clouds behind him, they are dark grey and each has a golden bracelet that trails into more cloud as they float behind him.

Brief Personality: Castor is descended from gods, though he has little of their strength, so now he is constantly trying to make sure that the pride of his ancestors shines through him, he looks to protect others in a way that is reminiscent of when his kind protected the gods. This is the core of his mindset, once he has found those he deems worthy, he will stand at their sides for an eternity. However this leads to his major downside, he is always on edge, he is always looking for his moment to shine as a hero, or just as someone who is respected.

Familiar Name: Goran
Familiar Form: A small Jackal

Silverspell University; Sandbox-ish Dorm/Apartment Life Fantasy Creature RP

Alright I want in on this new character trend too, I will give it a good shot.

Given name: Castor Manos
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Species: Hekatoncheires (Hundred handed one)

My Hider

The Hekatoncheires were originally the children of Gaea and the titan Uranus, though they became the betrayers as they chose to fight by the side of Zeus and his olympians, throwing boulders the size of mountains, hundred at a time, overwhelming the titans. In the time since the defeat of the titans, the Hekatoncheires had been tasked with guarding the entrance to tartarus where they stand watch over the titans they had defeated. It is said that as part of a deal made with Zeus the Hekatoncheires would be given free reign of the sky for one season a year where they would bring great winds and storms to Greece. Or thats what the myths would have you believe, perhaps at one time that were true of them but now time has lessened the overall strength of these mythical titans. These titans now stand not much taller than the average human, thought usually still over six feet tall, their bodies are still unnaturally strong and resilient and have the strength to be reckoned with. A Hekatoncheir doesn't outwardly look odd, they only seem to have two arms, and they are not any strange color.

Strengths

Hundred hands: A Hekatoncheir is able to summon his other ninety eight hands at will, each one will materialize from the air behind them and have a storm cloud seemingly hold it aloft. each hand is as powerful as the hekatoncheir is himself.

Herald the Storms: A Hekatoncheir is a bringer of wind and rain, they can create winds from the many summoned hands, and should a Hekatoncheir focus hard enough, can create a rain storm of great strength, however this is more an adult trait.

Titan's Strength: A hekatoncheir is naturally gifted with incredible strength and durability due to his titanic heritage.

Weaknesses

Bloodline spoilage: Hekatoncheir were once so powerful that they struck fear in the hearts of titan and god alike, one alone could quell a rebellion of gods before it can begin. Now, the hekatoncheir are shadows of that former glory, their bloodline slowly diluted by outbreeding, they are now on the level of a powerful werewolf or giant in strength, and can be defeated by nearly all the same means.

From the depths: Titans of old were held in the pits of Tartarus while not a widely known location, those that do would know that the cage that contains them, is made of Obsidian, and so a weapon made of such would be more effective.

Appearance:

Castor

In-depth Appearance: Castor Is an impressive man to be sure, he stands 6'3" and is very toned, he has black hair and green eyes, as well as a deep voice. When Castor summons his many hands each of them condenses from storm clouds behind him, they are dark grey and each has a golden bracelet that trails into more cloud as they float behind him.

Brief Personality: Castor is descended from gods, though he has little of their strength, so now he is constantly trying to make sure that the pride of his ancestors shines through him, he looks to protect others in a way that is reminiscent of when his kind protected the gods. This is the core of his mindset, once he has found those he deems worthy, he will stand at their sides for an eternity. However this leads to his major downside, he is always on edge, he is always looking for his moment to shine as a hero, or just as someone who is respected.

Familiar Name: Goran
Familiar Form: A small Jackal

Silverspell University; Sandbox-ish Dorm/Apartment Life Fantasy Creature RP

Ash

Ash walked off to the farthest end of the library, seemingly having left entirely, there were many people in there, and too many eyes to be set upon him and his book so he needed to find a quiet corner. Ash pulled the book from his jacket and looked it over intently, he honestly didn't believe that Yg'ntha found one, this wasn't the only of its kind but each one is different, a journal, of a hunter, one specifically that hunter werewolves. So, you actually decided to take your head out of the oven and work then? Good for you, now you need to study, maybe you might not die after all. Krasis chirped as he landed upon Ash's shoulder. With a grimace, Ash undid the lockstrap and opened the book.

"The Journal of Nathan Grimshaw. Werewolf hunter."

He didn't actually call himself a werewolf hunter did he? I'm surprised he even got to write a journal before dying. Ash thought to himself as he began to read the opening pages. This man, Grimshaw, his life was fascinating, but it was soon apparent why he lived as long as he had, he was only hunting strays, none of the names in his book were from Ash's pack, at least not yet. he spoke about beheading being effective, and that silver was only good at slowing them down, though he had a couple of interesting theories that Ash found particularly effective if done right.
Ash closed the book and rubbed the bridge of his nose, reading about this was hard, werewolves dying was never a good thing for another wolf, however he knew it needed to be done. Ash reached into he pocket and pulled out a small metal case, he opened it up and inside were five white, hand rolled cigarettes, and one black cigarette separated from the rest, he took out a white cigarette and put it in his mouth, but as soon as the lighter came to light it, a black tendril from nowhere rose from the ground and put out the lighter. In the back of his head he could hear Yg'ntha, "Y̨ou̢ k̸ǹo̷w҉,͟ ̴that͞ s̷m͞oking ͞and ̀o̧p̛en͝ ҉fl͝am̛es̴,̸ ̀a͜re no͢t ́p̨er͞mi̴t͏ted̷ ͝w͞i̡thi̢n̸ ̴t̕h̡e ͜L̴i͜br̨a͠r̡y͘, ̡i͠f̡ ̷you̧ ̵w͢is̡h t͠o c͟h̢ar ̀yơu̡rse͘l̨f͠,̀ ͢re͞m̡ov̛ę you͘r͠sel̸f̷ ͞f̢rom the Lib́r̡ar̵y͏ fi̕r̢sţ."̡ Ash could only sigh and he put the cigarette away.

Silverspell University; Sandbox-ish Dorm/Apartment Life Fantasy Creature RP

@Rhiannon

I added a more in depth history for Ash, I hope that it isn't too much but I felt it helped reason out his odd behavior and study.