Rune_Alchemist

Oh Waiter! Another Human Please! (Supernatural RP)

Hum.

I have a few RPs...but I'm putting tentative interest in this.

En'jer: Pharaohs of Egypt

Yep!

I'm looking forward to writing with you guys!

Anyways, have Nebet trying to be civil and introducing herself.

En'jer: Pharaohs of Egypt

~Nebet~

In a room not far from where the officials had gathered to greet their new Pharaoh, was a kneeling woman dressed in a simple, white dress with relatively plain golden adornments. At her knees laid what appeared to be a simple, long metal pole with a fan at the end painted with gold and rich blue colors. Her eyes were closed, breathing was even and one might make the mistake of thinking she was sleeping in quite an odd fashion.

"ALL HAIL PHARAOH AMENHOTEP!"

The chant from the officials were quite loud, enough to reach her ears causing her to frown in slight displeasure. Really, now wasn't an exact moment for prayer or communing with the Gods, but she felt like she would need some guidance from the protector of Tombs. After all, today was the day. The day her life basically died. Ugh. She really didn't want to be here. She wasn't particularly interested in politics of any sort, especially serving some Pharaoh she had no knowledge of. Well, she had been making sure to 'read up' on him as one might say. She was going to be serving him from now on, so she had to at least know him somewhat.

A pampered royal child that was exiled after the murder of the Queen. Honestly, Nebet was expecting an arrogant brat that she'd have to look after. She had no interest in such things and had half a mind to simply leave - but she had been asked by the Head Priest to ensure the Pharaoh would have someone of upstanding Moral and Lawful standing to advise him. The priestess would be remiss to tell him she wouldn't. She owed him more than a little. She'd have suffered the worst fate a soul could be given had it not been for him - to be devoured by Ammit.

She opened her eyes slowly.

Nothing.

No guidance to be had. Lord Anubis was as silent as ever...as much as she found comfort in religion, there were many things she had yet to fully understand. She doubted she would ever understand things completely, but she would try regardless. If she didn't then what was left for her? Her parents wanted nothing to do with her after what she had done, and after death she would simple be...gone. Sighing, she stood, picking up the ceremonial object at her knees. She supposed now was the time to go greet the new Pharaoh, wasn't it? With a serious expression, she made her way back to the other Viziers - Iaret would likely be coming to find them quite soon.

Nebet arrived just in time, to have Iaret collect them. The priestess for the most part remained quiet, sandals making light footsteps upon the floor as she tried to reign in a small bit of apprehension and instead listen to the possible chattering of the other soon to be Viziers, as well as any of the other officials. Eavesdropping was not exactly polite...but it had been the most difficult habit of hers to break. It seemed many of the officials were quite concerned about someone accompanying the Pharaoh...

Soon enough, they were led to Amenhotep room where he was waiting for them.

This was her first time seeing the Pharaoh, and this had most certainly not been what she had been expecting. She had been expecting him to be young to be sure, but he looked...well, there was a certain naivety about him. As Iaret explained who they were, he said he already had someone - Zamonth to be his 'Vizier', to which, the old scribe Aperel responded in quite the rude manner...just in time for this Zamonth to overhear him.

Aside from the rather funny comedic timing, this was not going to go well. Judging from this foreigners reply, Aperel hadn't been too off about his assessment of his personality. However, it was also rather apparent the young Pharaoh put a bit of trust him Zanmoth. Making enemies with him would likely result in less trust overall for both the Viziers and only shove a wedge between them, which could only sow seeds of distrust and chaos later. Nebet's personal opinion of Zamonth aside...

"Now Aperel," Nebet turned her head towards the older gentleman. "While I am certain your years of experience are invaluable, treating a guest of the Pharaoh with such rudeness is quite disrespectful. This...foreigner, Zamonth, is obviously someone Pharaoh Amenhotep has quite a lot of trust in." She spoke in an even and polite, but firm tone. "It will serve no purpose to antagonize or be rude. We are all here to serve, so we should make an attempt to at least resolve things between ourselves with civility." Finished speaking, she turns her head towards Zamonth. Trying to use intimidation...it was quite an obvious ploy she had seen multiple times in her past. Using ones impressive physical form to try to bully others. While effective at times she had started to find such displays to be rather...crude, and the method of fools who couldn't resolve things peacefully.

"However, Zamonth," She stared up at the large man before Aperel could offer any sort of rebuttal, her stern gaze narrowing slightly in displeasure though her voice was still calm and even. She wouldn't be intimidated so easily by him. "I can not say exactly why you were not summoned - but you are not a Vizier and this meeting was for us to meet the Pharaoh. I doubt that anyone was attempting to insult you, this meeting simply was not one you were privy too because you are not needed. While it might be true that you are skilled in combat...the Pharaoh needs people who know how things are run here. Viziers are more than guards - we are here to advise the Pharaoh how best to rule, and carry out his orders. Resorting to threats of violence and insults towards us will earn you no love among the Viziers or other Officials." She turned her gaze to the Pharaoh, taking a step away from the group, bowing.

"Forgive this humble Priestess for speaking out of turn, Pharaoh. I mean no insult in speaking against your friend, I merely wish to inform and avoid conflict if possible. I am Nebet, Priestess of Anubis who was tasked with instructing you in the ways of the Law and guide you in perhaps more...personal matters that can not be so easily defined by them."

En'jer: Pharaohs of Egypt

Ah, awesome. First posts up. I'll see if I can have Nebet do something after some breakfast~

Pakora Academy [A magical school RP] [CLOSED]

<Snipped quote by Hammerman>

He?

@demonspade64

Liferusher said the roommates were randomized, So I am not sure who Coralia is going to be rooming with. Might want to ask them directly.

En'jer: Pharaohs of Egypt

@Blu

Awesome awesome. Nebet has been moved to the Character tab~

En'jer: Pharaohs of Egypt

Nebet

Priestess Nebet

Height: 5'6"

Personal Information

Name: Nebet
Alias:
Priestess, is simply what she is called by most.

Sex: Female
Age: 22
Date of Birth: March 6th

Appearance:
Standing at five foot six, and a rather serious expression Nebet can come off as rather intimidating and no-nonsense in her attitude. She has long black hair, falling past her shoulders to the small of her back. Typically she wears simple, but elegant seeming white garb with golden ornaments around her neck and a simple golden headband holding her hair in place. The robe falls to the ground, and is light and allows one easy movement. On her feet, she wears simple open toed sandals. As far as physical appearances go, most would consider her a beauty. The arm bracelets holding up her sleeves, depicts that of a serpent coiling around her arms.

Personality:
Nebet at her core, is a kind, if serious soul. She dislikes any sort of shenanigans and takes great offense to any sort of interruptions of the daily routine or the way things are normally run. There is an order to everything, and that order is there for a reason, and to escape or interfere with that order would be pure folly. She takes her job as a Priestess very, very, seriously, some might say much too seriously. She can at times, have trouble relaxing and tends to shoulder burdens by herself and at times forgets she can ask others for help, if she needs it. Law and order are paramount to her, and any attempts to disrupt that order would be met with stern resistance.

She is incredibly polite in most dealings with people, and always urges for others to be as well. While she doesn't dislike violence, peaceful solutions should always be explored first before one takes up arms. Perhaps a bit odd, for one who works close with the embalmers of the dead, but she is not eager to send anyone on their way to judgement in Duat. She knows better than anyone how frightening such a thing as facing the executioners sword, so to speak. She holds herself and others to a strict moral code, one she loathes to break on any sort of occasion. However, one should note if she is angered in some fashion she is surprisingly...violent. Conflicts should be ended quickly and precisely, and without hesitation. This violent part of her personality likely stems from her life before she was a priestess. As a thief, grave robber, and generally bad seed sort, one had to have a sense for such things.

While most of these traits can make her seem a bit...difficult to approach at first, one would find her surprisingly caring about those around her. She'll listen to any woes you might have, or any sort of troubles and do her best to help within the confines of the law.

Biography:

Originally born to a simple poor craftsman family, Nebet didn't have a very easy life growing up. She spent most of her time in the slums causing trouble for the local guard and generally just being a little hellion.
If one of her old acquaintances saw her now they would be thoroughly, thoroughly, shocked. She quickly learned how to do some simple breaking and entering, and how to move relatively unseen and learning how to 'talk' her way out of situations if she did get caught. Not exactly a perfect life for a small girl to grow up in, but she made the best of it, even if she was somewhat jaded by the experience.

Sometime later, such a life couldn't sustain her nor her family. With her father falling ill, she decided to take up a small profit putting on shows - namely dancing and other such acts. After a few months of bumbling around and finding a small group of musicians and artisans to travel with, her natural dexterity and quick wit allowed her to do the act well enough. Besides, it was fun and it brought in a decent amount of money. It was a pretty good gig compared to her thieving. Too bad she couldn't just quit and lead her life that way. It was too much fun - the thrill one got from such things is like a sirens call, and difficult to resist once one had done it.

Her and a few others of the small troupe made a living of finding old tombs - and pilfering any valuables they could get their mitts on and selling them. By the time she was sixteen, she had already successfully robbed at least three different tombs, some multiple times before their little group was caught. When they were, it wasn't pretty. Grave robbers fates are not something to be envied, and such offenses are dealt with harshly.

Now, Nebet had never been particularly religious. She had always thought the gods petty beings that simply looked down on people at best, nonexistent at worst. She had always heard tales of their miracles and wizards and such, and even met a few people who could do such things but had always passed it off as trickery. As she was awaiting judgement for her crimes, a priest in a temple of worship caught wind of what happened. He was a priest of Anubis, and he offered her a chance to both cleanse her soul before she passed on to Duat, and a chance to lead a better life. As terrified of death as she was, she accepted without hesitation.

For the next four years, Nebet learned at the temple under his careful guidance. She learned proper embalming techniques, and gained a new respect for both the dead, gods, and scholars themselves. The young adult especially found the scriptures of Anubis to affect her deeply. Eventually, she pledged herself to the deity and started learning sorcery and magic. She practiced embalming, and began to spend her days in both quiet meditation and training.

When the previous pharaoh passed, the head priest at the temple asked her to advise his young successor on both spiritual matters, and matters pertaining to the law. Reluctantly, Nebet accepted. She was not eager to serve the Pharaoh directly, but if that is what she was tasked with she would do it.

Combat Information

Magician: Yes
Deity:Anubis
Equipment:
While Nebet generally has little on her person, her weapon of choice should she require one is the Ceremonial Fan Axe.

The ceremonial item, was of course, never originally intended to be used in combat, but Nebet has made it an effective tool. The one she wields acts as a fairly effective, if lightweight halberd that is used primarily for slashing. With her skills as a dancer and general dexterity, its a fairly effective weapon despite her physical abilities not being the better out there. One does not have to be overwhelmingly strong to win a fight, merely know how to use their weapon the best. Combine this with her sorcery and magic, the weapon is highly effective.

Generally, if out and about the city or doing something other than her duties as a priestess, she has the weapon with her. It is a weapon as much as it is a symbol of status, and she likes to keep it close.

Ability:
Thievery: While she hardly employs such skills these days due to her position as a priestess, it is true she has knowledge of thievery, stealth, lockpicking and seduction. She doesn't employ them any more, but if the situation calls for it she could do such things fairly well.
Dancing: Nebet has a history of a dancer, meaning she is more than both a little flexible and fairly light on her feet and acrobatic. While she does lack the natural strength some others might, she knows how to use her agility and acrobatics well enough, and how to use her Fan Axe to deflect and parry blows of beings even stronger than she is.
Scholar, follower of Law: Nebet has spent most of the years since her time as a priestess, studying law and scholarly pursuits such as mathematics and similar things.
Priestess of Anubis: Being a priestess of Anubis, Nebet has the ability to cast spells. This takes the form of curses, and some basic soul based magic. This is done by Manipulating life essence to cause 'disruptions' in another persons essence.

Spells/Techniques:

Nebet's spells are a little less on the direct side of things. Her patron deity, Anubis deals more with the soul of the human body than with any sort of direct fighting. She is fairly skilled with magic involving curses, those effecting the senses, as well as a few minor spells use for protection of herself and others. This, also means she is quite adept at removing curses, debilitating effects and things of similar natures as well.

-Soul Shield:
Places a barrier of ones Life Essence around oneself to absorb and deflect attacks.

-Soul Detect:
One is able to detect the soul of another and locate them. Most useful in situations where one suspects they may be ambushed, or where ones senses may otherwise be skewed.

-Balefire:
This flame, is one of the few forms of direct attack Nebet has. Ceremonial fires of the dead, used to help guide lost souls on their journey in the afterlife. The fire itself doesn't burn as normal fire, and is pleasantly warm, but drains ones spirit should it mark them. It is how most, if not all of her curses are delivered.

She could likely get more proficient with it, and use it for different purposes if her Attunement with Anubis becomes better, but she has been unable to make progress in that regard recently.

-Curse of Anubis, Weight of Sin:
The first curse she learned, the only one that does not require balefire to use. A simple touch is enough to mark a single person. Otherwise, she takes a stalwart stance with legs apart, facing her target head on, Nebet raises the Fan Axe upwards before making a sweeping motion towards her target as balefire engulfs the area.

The curse is quite simple. It affects the one who is cursed by it, but altering the flow of essence to make them weaker. Any weapons, armor, or anything any living being is carrying on their person suddenly feels as though it is 10x heavier than it actually is, meaning one would require much greater effort to carry a sword and their armor would feel as though it is crushing them beneath it should they wear it and forcing them to their knees in repentance. The effect is nearly absolute, though those with sufficient strength will find the effects of the curse easier to shrug off. There is of course, a time limit and with time the curse will fade.

-Wrath of Anubis, Bindings of the Dead:
Striking the ground with the Fan Axe, Nebet borrows from the spirits of the dead momentarily. The Balefire partially summons spirits of the dead. Hands of the dead crawl from the ground and hold whatever they touch in place for a time. One can cut themselves free of these bindings if they are able, as well as if they have sufficient strength pull themselves from it.

-Wrath of Anubis, Anubis' Fury:
As much as he is a judge of souls, Anubis is a protector of tombs. He strikes down those who would defile such holy places and leaves their souls to rot in the realm of the dead. It, is the only direct method she has of attacking someone. Focusing Essence in the palm of her hand, she summons a powerful, baleful flame to directly burn their body in a brilliant explosion of flame. The strength is enough to crack solid stone.

It is a close range attack, and while somewhat difficult to pull off it is incredibly devastating - if you get caught with Bindings, or are slowed by the Weight, then you can expect her to try and follow up with this.

-Curse of Anubis, Judgement of the Sinful:
Thrusting the Fan Axe forward, the blade cuts into the very soul of whoever it strikes with its baleful flames.

Those souls who weigh heavier than a feather of Ma'at, are cast out and devoured by Ammit, destined to become restless forever and to 'die' a second time. While this spell is merely a pale imitation of such a fate, and is by no means permanent it is a thing to be feared regardless. Currently, the most powerful spell in her Arsenal. Her most powerful curse. It comes in several stages:

Stage one - A persons skin becomes incredibly dry, the water from their very bodies evaporating into nowhere. Yet, it leaves just enough to keep them alive, giving them an incredibly debilitating sense of dehydration and thirst.

Stage Two - The target's motor control starts to go. Small, and unnoticeable at first, but soon they might find their limbs being sluggish to move, or moving erratically. Eventually, their limbs will refuse to want to move altogether and the simple act of moving anything will become extremely painful.

Stage Three - Eventually, the affected will start losing any sense of self, becoming 'lost'. Vision will be obscured, thoughts will become clouded and they will forget whatever it was they were doing, becoming lost in a void until the curse is lifted. Their arms will lose all strength and they will move slowly to onlookers. It is far from fatal, and those with strong enough sense of purpose or self will find stage three less than effective, but if one has questions or qualms about what they are doing they will find this stage to be particularly terrifying.

The curse can only be applied on a target individually one at a time, and is particularly draining to use. Lifting the curse is a matter of her doing it herself, or someone proficient at such things doing it themselves. She is hesitant to use this on anyone for various reasons.

Parameters

Essence: 4/ 5
Attunement: 3 / 5
Magic: 4 / 5
Strength: 2 / 5
Speed: 3 / 5
Body: 2 / 5
Wisdom: 5 / 5

Misc. Information

-Name comes from the first of the only two historically accurate Female Viziers.

St. Sappho Academy, Medieval Magic Academy (Invite Only)

~Livia~

"If you leave Fia dear," Livia called out as she left. "You're not getting any answers tonight. I do believe my exact words were 'sit'. I do not see you doing much of that." Livia replied with a small sigh. Well, at least the water was a bit warmer now. She had hoped Fia would do it in a little more...controlled manner, but that would come later she supposed. She seemed....calmer, or at least tired now. Livia was trying to make a point here. That even if you didn't like something, you would have to put up with it and do it anyways. Even if everything was telling you not to do something, to do it anyways. How else could someone better themselves?

It seemed Fia still had a long way to go, though.

~Cynthia~

"Consider yourself lucky." Cynthia scoffed. Of course they were good. Mugi's jealousy was well placed. She was quite lucky to be receiving such treatment. She had never even offered such a thing to anyone else before. Soon enough though, Cynthia had finished with the massage of her shoulders and back. Doing anything else would require a bit more room and time she didn't particularly want to invest at the moment.

So the Maid took a seat back in the water next to the Yuki-Onna. Honestly though, it'd be rather nice to be on the receiving end for once.

~Miren~

"I...see." Miren said, narrowing her eyes at Eith for a few moments. That had been rather light on the explanatory side and hadn't really helped her much at all. With a sigh, Miren shook her head, bunny ears flopping around lightly as she nibbled lightly on some carrots. Well, she supposed that was that then. Not much else she could do at the moment. Even if she did find this Myrilla, what exactly could she do? She wasn't skilled at anything really, aside from her knowledge about different magics, theories, and other academic subjects. "T-thank you for the information I suppose."

Pakora Academy [A magical school RP] [CLOSED]

~Odette Billeaud~

@Spriggs27

Amazing? Was it that amazing? She had never really considered her abilities to be all that fascinating. It was quite simple, and dare she say weak when you got down to it. Perhaps it was simply because she had been doing it for the past three hundred years or so? Either way, she was happy her abilities were called amazing, even if she didn't show it.

The small spirit nuzzled its head against Ash' hand. It'd feel cool, like she was touching a smooth surface similar to glass of sorts. Unfortunately, even if she was happy and Ash was impressed with her skills, the small spirit couldn't maintain the form for very long. Odette hadn't put much energy into it, after all, and there was a limit to how much time she could make it last no matter how much effort she put into it. Moments after Ash' pet it, the small creature disappeared in a puff of blue colored embers. Odette looked away in a slightly dismissive seeming manner. It always bothered her to watch them disappear like that. Granted, she could just reuse the spirit or spirits after they had a small rest, but it still was rather disconcerting.

"They...don't last long." The ghost commented. She turned her head towards the buildings, and then to Ash's luggage. "Dorms?..." It wouldn't be too hard for her to find them. All she'd have to do would float through a few rooms and find them. She was pretty curious as to who her roommate would be as well - she hoped they weren't afraid of ghosts. "Could help...look."

~Ustha-Kth, Bea~

Wasn't the proper way to store food? She wasn't storing it. She had already eaten it. She was just...really good at making things disappear. Well, it seemed like that for the most part Tsuki didn't have all that many problems with her, unlike Lily, Edward, and Ascot. She picked up some fish from the plate he had given her, starting to nibble on it as he continued to speak. Ocean? Well, it was an ocean of sorts...not the kind he was thinking of, but it was the closest thing in the human language she could use to describe it. When he finally noticed her extra appendages wrapping around him, Bea simply tilted her head with a small giggle. Personal space? What was that even?

He then proceeded to lecture her about not touching people.

She didn't understand. She had been trying to understand why people didn't like being touched. Some people seemed fine with it, but others didn't seem fine with it at all. Tsuki seemed at least accepting of it, but people like Lily seemed to take offense with it. Why? She couldn't understand why one person would be against it when another accepted it. Not to mention that touching people was just simply fun to her. She couldn't really 'interact' with people in the normal way other humans interacted with other humans. A simple act of touching, was something she valued greatly...

"Hmm, this little birdie does not understand, little cub." Her tentacles retreated back to wherever they came from, disappearing from sight quickly. She said nothing else though, letting Tsuki leave. If he had somewhere else to be, she might as well let him leave. Besides, it'd be rude not to eat the food. Granted, it'd take her all of five seconds to eat the entire plate. A tentacle wrapped around the plate, disappearing into her robes like the piece of cake had.

She got up, walking out of the cafeteria shortly after Tuski had left.

Well, even if she didn't understand she'd keep doing it until she did.

"Ah..." She giggled, stopping just outside of the door to the cafeteria, standing outside. She turned her head to the left. "Little goat, fur so black...whatever are you doing here? Mother needs not worry. Little bee is doing well..." She started walking again, heading towards the Dorms. "Ah, such a pleasant breeze. Perhaps the clouds would like to dance?" Suddenly making a swift left, she turned and decided to find a high place she could be alone in.

Summoners of Babel

Lena & Tania

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@cloudystar@Cherrywitch@RabidAnubis@Lady Athena

She noticed Okami off to the side, making a mental note. If she could get close he could likely easily dispatch the snakes...but it'd be a bit difficult. She had no idea how she could get the snakes to move over there. Before she could think though, the snakes made their own move, trying to aim for her hands. Unfortunately for them that wasn't exactly the best move to make. The elf may not have been the most coordinated of people out there, but she did know how to fight at least a little, and more importantly how not to not get hurt. With a swift motion, she angled the blade of her sword downwards, catching the fangs of the snake with it.

With the natural weight of her blade, and her rather ample amount of strength, she was able to swing the blade to the side and shove the main body of snake off of her and the blade, towards Okami so he could hopefully finish it off.