Rune_Alchemist

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

Blegh, I'm having a small bit of writer's block here.

I'll try to have something up in the next two-three days.

The Crystal's Call

@WeepingLiberty

Ready to go whenever you are, boss lady.

No questions here for the moment~

The Crystal's Call

Isabella Scott

Name:
Isabella Scott
Age:
18
Gender:
Female
Description:
Quite attractive to most people, Isabel, or Bel, as she has shortened her name to - stands at a somewhat tall 5'7". She has fiery red hair, a gift from her mom with eyes a bright green color. Ever since she left home, she fell in with a rather disreputable crowd, and it does show in her appearance. Her skin is a healthy, attractive color with a smooth complexion free of blemishes. She often wears some various forms of leather jackets with comfortable fitting t-shirts or tanktops and comfortable jeans and black boots usually adorn her feet. As she's always made a point to channel her frustration, aggression, and other things into physical activity, it's no surprise she has some muscle on her and could probably both take and dish out a beating. She has a few tattoos on her body, most of them following a traditional celtic theme, though most are usually covered by her jackets and jeans.

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Personality:
The first thing one would notice about Bel, is that she mostly keeps to herself. Seemingly cold, aloof, taciturn and serious seeming most of the time. This of course, has a tendency to make quite a number of people wary of her for a number of reasons. She doesn't speak much to others, and when she does, she keeps her sentences short and to the point and isn't one much for small talk, and perhaps filled with an insult or two if she thinks your an idiot. It is quite evident upon first meeting her she likes keeping a seemingly healthy distance from people, though not out of introversion or shyness. Rather, just a bit of social awkwardness on her part. She isn't so good with the whole small talk or the whole 'friendly people' thing in general. Actions speak louder than words, as they say. Less talking and more doing.

That said, she is incredibly competitive, and any sort of competition be it fighting or any other test of skill, is just one way to get her to loosen up quite a bit. Especially in feats of physical prowess or similar tests. She loves working out, physical activity, though isn't necessarily a sports fan. She dislikes being challenged, told she can't do something, and otherwise barred from something she wants to do. With her disciplined routine and otherwise 'you can do it if you just get off your lazy ass' attitude, this gives her a fairly fierce determination in almost anything she does. She can be a rather petty and irredeemable bitch because of this sometimes, as even if its a minor thing she'll still lash out in the most creative, and insulting manner she can think of.

Of course, it should be noted that she has a very volatile temper. After spending years and years bottling up her emotions, in order to play the 'perfect little princess', she refuses to let herself bend to anyone's expectations or whims other than the goals and rules she sets for herself. She greatly detests people who try and tell her what to do, and any insult dealt to her is usually met with an equal, or greater physical punishment.

Under all that anger, mild social awkwardness, and competitive nature though is a girl who simply quite honestly doesn't really know herself that well, or what she wants. She was forced to bend to the whims of others for all her 18 years of life until all the stress, anger, and misgivings finally exploded violently like a volcano. Under all of that, you'd find a fairly thoughtful and otherwise friendly person. If she considers you a friend, and someone who can put up with her own special brand of bullshit, you'll have someone who'll watch your back for life. What she does know though, is that she likes fighting. Nothing else gets her blood going quite like a good brawl.

History:
Daddy's perfect little angel. That's what she was supposed to be. Perfect grades, perfect looks, perfect personality. Not to mention rich and fairly popular at school. Of course, such things often come with extremely high expectations not everyone can live up to and sometimes they tend to have negative effects on someone who does try.

Isabel is the daughter of a wealthy businessman who works for the upper echelons of the wealthy, elite, 1% if such a thing ever even existed. She was expected to be an example of a perfect little angel, and for a time she tried desperately to keep that image. All through high school she had perfect grades, kept a perfect track record with her behavior and was fairly popular with her peers. In all, she had a fairly good, easy life growing up if one simply took things as they looked on the surface.

In reality, she was afforded very little time for luxuries, or any sort of 'playtime' such as hanging out with friends, playing video games, or other such things. Instead, she had to focus on keeping her grades top notch lest she get an earful from her father and punished for it. The only source of stress relief and fun she had, was the martial arts lessons her father reluctantly agreed to let her have.

Her life continued as such all up until her senior year of high school, when she finally snapped. She had made a tiny little mistake, and it cost her a prestigious scholarship to some fancy university she doesn't even remember the name of. She told her father off, told him to go find his whore of a girlfriend, and to leave her alone before she stormed out of their apartment - but not before taking a large chunk of money out of his bank account which she did have legal access too and moved out.

For the next year her life was...well, basically the best time of her life. Since her father couldn't pursue any legal actions since her name was on the back account, she had enough money to basically last her for the rest of her life if she wanted too. So she bought herself a modest little apartment in a city on the opposite side of the country from her dad and stayed there.

---

Elemental Alignment:
Fire

Crystal Form:
Isabella's crystal takes the form of a wrist bangle, to be worn on either of her wrists. Well fitting, and unlikely to simply fall off no matter how sudden or fast movements are made.

---

Other:
~Perhaps will add some later~

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

Avaline, Sorcha & Maoin

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It didn't take long for Sorcha and Maoin to return to the dorm. The kitten of course, was still a little drunk. How odd this was - her leading a drunk servant home. If Maoin wasn't still a child she'd have received a harsh reprimanding. Her servants should do such a thing in her presence. Or rather, all of her servants until now had at least been able to have a friendly drink or two with her. If they weren't, then they knew they shouldn't drink even at her insistence. Maoin still seemed to have learned to tell her 'no' sometimes. She might have to sit down and have a long talk with her about what it meant to be a servant again.

Oh well. A thought for later.

...did she smell cooked meat?

Sorcha walked into the room, a drunk Maoin on her heels, greeted with the sight of Luna feeding the Wyrm a slice of cooked ham.

"WHAAAAA?!" The dragon gave an uncharacteristic high pitched whine. "L-lUuuunaaaa?!" The betrayal! The sheer betrayal and audacity! She almost wanted to cry!

"Wha!" At her appearance Avaline visibly flinched, jumping back a few feet, or at least what a land snake could pass as jumping back. She stood straight up, arms covering her face. Upon noticing it was Sorcha though, she did visibly relax a bit, but still seemed ready to dive behind Luna for cover.

Livia

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"What that means for you, dear, is that you're going to be having your own room from now on." Livia replied rather bluntly without much warning as Fia walked over to her side. "You can't sleep in y room any longer. You're a growing girl and deserve some privacy...a well, I may not always be going to bed the same time as you from now on. I need to catch up on some work." She continued with a tired sigh, patting Fia on the head affectionately. Honestly? She'd be glad she wouldn't have to watch over Fia 24/7 any more. Ugh, it was tiring and she had other things she'd much rather be doing.

But such was her work though.

At any rate, this was good for Fia's growth no matter what happened.

"I'll be taking a guest room near here and turn it into your room."

Cocoa

---

"But-but-I'd rather use you as a blanket!" Cocoa pouted lightly as she was pulled into laying down on the bed, grabbing Otille in another hug, smooshing her face against the humans and nuzzling her and pressing her body against hers. "I am infinitely warmer and come with free milk!" It seemed as if the cow like Otille a lot. More than a lot, it seemed.

Chione

---

After leaving Katherine's home, Chione walked for a bit, gathering her thoughts. She had a lot of work to do, but first she needed a place of lodging and a place to stay. She could solve the money problem easily, there was no one that wouldn't be swayed by her dancing, she was certain of that. She wondered where that silver haired demon was? She'd like to speak with her on a more...personal level. While they wanted to eliminate a threat she only saw that as needless. Of course, she wasn't a judge...but that didn't mean she couldn't influence events slightly.

"Oh..." Her thoughts were interrupted as she neared the lake, seeing the silver haired demon run off in an obviously flustered fashion. A...was that a divine servant she was seeing near her? Had they a fight of some sort? Chione frowned lightly, deciding to speak with that person.

"Ah...hello." Chione greeted Kozue with a warm smile as she approached. "Uhm, if it's not too much of an intrusion...but are you a priestess of sorts?"

Pokémon: Start

@PlatinumSkink

Oh boy this is gonna be fun

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

If it helps, I will be posting today hopefully.

I've been distracted too much by monster hunter

Pokémon: Start

@PlatinumSkink

Yep, Claire is probably gonna follow Anise, so go ahead and add that if you want.

Pokémon: Start

~Claire Blackwood~

@PlatinumSkink

Current Team

Ralia, Ralts
Level: 14
Status: 100%


Ritz, Ledyba
Level 13
Status: 100%


Lure, Combee
Level 12
Status: 100%


Del, Beedrill
Level 12
Status: 100%

Inventory

1180P
Antidote x1
Great Ball x6
Super Potion x3
pokeball x1
Focus Band x1
Power-Up Punch

Badge Collection:
Challenge Badge - Redcoast Town, Hector. Minor League.

---

Claire hurried along, following after Anise easily through the streets of Rainrock. She wanted to stick around longer and enjoy the sights more, but she couldn't get lazy just because she was in a new city! There'd be time for sight seeing later after she got herself a new friend. Even so, the sights she did see were amazing. The rock bridge was particularly awe inspiring. It even made her want to just find a nice place to sit and listen to the rain splatter against the ground.

Of course, she'd probably only do it for about a minute before she got impatient.

As soon as they stepped onto route three, Claire handed the umbrella to Ralia who was sitting on her shoulders in her usual perch. The small psychic type struggled with the larger object for a second, but managed to succeed by leaning the handle slightly onto Claire's head. Now that she had the umbrella though, she couldn't help but to mess with both Anise and Claire a little. Ralia began spinning the umbrella, causing the excess water to be flung off of it like a fan, notably splashing all over Anise until the ninja girl did something herself or until Claire finally noticed.

Other than that though, nothing major happened along the route, though Clarie did take note of Bellsprout and Shroomish. Didn't shroomish evolve into a fighting type? Ah, she might have tried going for it if she didn't want to have another pokemon that could reasonably handle a fire type.

Once they arrived in route four, Claire folded up the umbrella and shoved it in her bag. The forest had a pleasant air about it, a far cry from the creepy atmosphere of the Infested woods from earlier. For the most part Claire hurried through in her usual fashion.

"Onwards to Mt. Strength my dear Anise!" Claire said with an energetic grin, excitedly bouncing in place. "I wanna wrestle something already!" This earned a small eye roll from Ralia, who simply pat Claire on the head with her usual smile.

The Crystal's Call

@WeepingLiberty

Okay, I might describe the crystal a bit more in detail later, but she's done for the most part.

Isabella Scott

Name:
Isabella Scott
Age:
18
Gender:
Female
Description:
Quite attractive to most people, Isabel, or Bel, as she has shortened her name to - stands at a somewhat tall 5'7". She has fiery red hair, a gift from her mom with eyes a bright green color. Ever since she left home, she fell in with a rather disreputable crowd, and it does show in her appearance. Her skin is a healthy, attractive color with a smooth complexion free of blemishes. She often wears some various forms of leather jackets with comfortable fitting t-shirts or tanktops and comfortable jeans and black boots usually adorn her feet. As she's always made a point to channel her frustration, aggression, and other things into physical activity, it's no surprise she has some muscle on her and could probably both take and dish out a beating. She has a few tattoos on her body, most of them following a traditional celtic theme, though most are usually covered by her jackets and jeans.

---

Personality:
The first thing one would notice about Bel, is that she mostly keeps to herself. Seemingly cold, aloof, taciturn and serious seeming most of the time. This of course, has a tendency to make quite a number of people wary of her for a number of reasons. She doesn't speak much to others, and when she does, she keeps her sentences short and to the point and isn't one much for small talk, and perhaps filled with an insult or two if she thinks your an idiot. It is quite evident upon first meeting her she likes keeping a seemingly healthy distance from people, though not out of introversion or shyness. Rather, just a bit of social awkwardness on her part. She isn't so good with the whole small talk or the whole 'friendly people' thing in general. Actions speak louder than words, as they say. Less talking and more doing.

That said, she is incredibly competitive, and any sort of competition be it fighting or any other test of skill, is just one way to get her to loosen up quite a bit. Especially in feats of physical prowess or similar tests. She loves working out, physical activity, though isn't necessarily a sports fan. She dislikes being challenged, told she can't do something, and otherwise barred from something she wants to do. With her disciplined routine and otherwise 'you can do it if you just get off your lazy ass' attitude, this gives her a fairly fierce determination in almost anything she does. She can be a rather petty and irredeemable bitch because of this sometimes, as even if its a minor thing she'll still lash out in the most creative, and insulting manner she can think of.

Of course, it should be noted that she has a very volatile temper. After spending years and years bottling up her emotions, in order to play the 'perfect little princess', she refuses to let herself bend to anyone's expectations or whims other than the goals and rules she sets for herself. She greatly detests people who try and tell her what to do, and any insult dealt to her is usually met with an equal, or greater physical punishment.

Under all that anger, mild social awkwardness, and competitive nature though is a girl who simply quite honestly doesn't really know herself that well, or what she wants. She was forced to bend to the whims of others for all her 18 years of life until all the stress, anger, and misgivings finally exploded violently like a volcano. Under all of that, you'd find a fairly thoughtful and otherwise friendly person. If she considers you a friend, and someone who can put up with her own special brand of bullshit, you'll have someone who'll watch your back for life. What she does know though, is that she likes fighting. Nothing else gets her blood going quite like a good brawl.

History:
Daddy's perfect little angel. That's what she was supposed to be. Perfect grades, perfect looks, perfect personality. Not to mention rich and fairly popular at school. Of course, such things often come with extremely high expectations not everyone can live up to and sometimes they tend to have negative effects on someone who does try.

Isabel is the daughter of a wealthy businessman who works for the upper echelons of the wealthy, elite, 1% if such a thing ever even existed. She was expected to be an example of a perfect little angel, and for a time she tried desperately to keep that image. All through high school she had perfect grades, kept a perfect track record with her behavior and was fairly popular with her peers. In all, she had a fairly good, easy life growing up if one simply took things as they looked on the surface.

In reality, she was afforded very little time for luxuries, or any sort of 'playtime' such as hanging out with friends, playing video games, or other such things. Instead, she had to focus on keeping her grades top notch lest she get an earful from her father and punished for it. The only source of stress relief and fun she had, was the martial arts lessons her father reluctantly agreed to let her have.

Her life continued as such all up until her senior year of high school, when she finally snapped. She had made a tiny little mistake, and it cost her a prestigious scholarship to some fancy university she doesn't even remember the name of. She told her father off, told him to go find his whore of a girlfriend, and to leave her alone before she stormed out of their apartment - but not before taking a large chunk of money out of his bank account which she did have legal access too and moved out.

For the next year her life was...well, basically the best time of her life. Since her father couldn't pursue any legal actions since her name was on the back account, she had enough money to basically last her for the rest of her life if she wanted too. So she bought herself a modest little apartment in a city on the opposite side of the country from her dad and stayed there.

---

Elemental Alignment:
Fire

Crystal Form:
Isabella's crystal takes the form of a wrist bangle, to be worn on either of her wrists. Well fitting, and unlikely to simply fall off no matter how sudden or fast movements are made.

---

Other:
~Perhaps will add some later~

The Crystal's Call

@WeepingLiberty

it is extremely late here, and I really should be sleeping.

I'll have a CS up tomorrow sometime hopefully~