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Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

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Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

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Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Lira was silently wandering the open field, enjoying the grass under her toes. She had been walking for a while and had gotten use to the gentle or rapid changes depending on the terrain. She was so used to it she hadn't notice the change of hollow ground under her feet till it broke away. She screamed out as she plummeted into the unknown.When the echoed noise of the collapsed tunnel subsided did she uncurl from her ball. She inspected herself for broken bones finding only bruises on top of already sore muscles. She carefully stood back on her feet listening around hearing the whistle of the wind as it blew over the hole she had fallen into.
"Well I won't be climbing out of here any time soon" She muttered sniffed the air catching a faint coppery sent.
"Blood? Is some one hurt? Or maybe there's a copper vine down here, where ever here is exactly" She mutter placing her hand on the wall as she began to walk away from the sent and away from the hole, though soon found out that it wasn't a good idea as she felt bones of a long since dead corps.
"Okay that's just gross" She said making a ew face and wandered a bit blindly using her ears to find her way around though still manage to walk into a few walls.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

UserName: Sento300

Character name: Lira

Age: 20

Mageblood type: Clima
Favoured Magic Class: Electromancy

Previous Magic training: Novice

Race: Swamp Oc

Appearance: 5 feet 6 inches, tan skin leathery and dried out, dyed light blue hair unkempt but rest firm if not stiffly against her back . natural hair color is silver though depending on lighting some say it's white. length rests just above lower back. Frame thin. Eyes grey with a slight silver lining unfocused but soft and curious (unless mad).Clothing,loincloth and bras. Barefooted her toes long and bottom of feet dirty. Sharp jaw but rounds off in a gentle chin. Skin and face often covered with dirt or mud (greatest sun protection) Figures is an hourglass figure breast size is a breast a B size. Ears have a slight point which twitch from time to time but not noticeably.

Short Bio:She is a swamp orc, how ever considered a weakling among her group due to her blindness. Because of that her experience with magic is low to none at all. Though she had no friends to speak of she did have her mother. They would work together when she was younger and she was taught the basic things. She learned to walk, and to sense some of her surroundings using the sense she did have. She tried to a few times to explain the smell of rain before a storm. How ever she found it difficult to describe properly. Mostly she worked on the small chores or jobs the others had for her or stayed up in a tree, most of the others were either hunting, searching for things or bone. Killing unwanted foes or just keeping guard.Some her age played games some setup to teach some just game. They didn’t let her play, but she wasn’t interested finding the idea of chasing a rabbit around as a silly idea for a game. She was content being in the tree or finding more quiet spots away from the others. There she could listen to the wind catch the breeze and the scents it would carry.

When she was old enough she left her home to flee the feeling of being trapped on terms she wouldn’t return or if she traveled through she would be consider the same as the other adventurers and peddler. Once on her own she went searching for the man who had taught her to sew wondering if there were more things he could teach her or a reason he did teach her. Though she soon found out how chaotic the world outside of her home was, and why they found her weak. She had a habit of falling into things or people because she couldn’t see them. Not to mention the fact she had no money or any other skills beside her domestic skills. Though it didn’t earn her much it allowed her to stay in various places like farms and inns as long as she worked. Usually she stay a day or two and move on. Sometimes they would pay her but most were happy to give her a little food and send her on her way.If she wasn’t working she would survive off the berries and fruits she could find. Telling ripeness quickly was by determined by smell, least after a few fermented fruits which made her dizzy. She really didn’t learn how to hunt there were days when she would find trap animals or carcass of a large cat's prey up in a tree where he sources of meat.

She didn’t really talk to anyone till winter time when a couple who had owned an inn at the base of a mountain took her in. Though she couldn’t recall exactly where she had ended up she did recall getting stuck in a blizzard. She would have been a frozen block of ice if they hadn’t found her in the middle of the street. She had manage to trip on some ice and face plant into the snow. The man of the house had found her on his walk from the store having kicked her with his boot by mistake. She was completely out cold.

She learned how to sew from a traveler that had visited her home when she was younger. He had been the only one so far to approach her. It was one thing she learned that helped keep her alive and not left behind. To pay off her stay she worked at the inn doing once again basic chores usually when it was closed and getting hit in the head by things she became quite good at catching and ducking. She heard of a school from a few people mostly the later stayers who would either be drinking or preparing to leave. When she asked about she got shrugged off. The person was too busy telling his tale then to listen to her. So she quietly worked while listening trying to hear for the name or location of the place. Though she found out quickly it didn’t matter if she had the location she couldn't read a map. She spent a good year asking and searching for the school before she could find it.

Good Attributes: Resourceful, dedicated, good at sewing, has a thirst for knowledge. Skilled in domestic chores, protective, respectful, heighten sense of smell, touch, and hearing. Can tell difference in pitches. Adaptable. Independent can hold her own.

Bad Attributes: Literally blind, Bull headed, snappy when pushed or teased. Too curious for her own good, has a lack of social understanding and cues. She’s an eavesdropper, tentative around older people. Sensitive ears makes to loud or multiple noises give her a headache.Won't ask for help and won't let people deem her helpless.

Secret Word: Rebirth

The Lonely Time Traveler

The said man was wandering the old path that would run pass the cabin his feet bare on the soft leafy ground. His face shadowed by the black hooded cloak he wore. At his sides two curved swords both old yet new. Along his back was a tattoo one he had gotten to show his rank. He was trained to kill but also trained to heal as a raven elite. A few strands of blue hair slipped passed the hood catching the light of the moon. He didn't stall or slow when he passed the cabin but looked at it and silently wondered where a female he loved had gone off to. It had been centuries since he had seen her. Knowing she was a time traveler didn't help he never knew where or when she was. After a while he had stopped tryin to search for her.
"She will find me when she's ready" he muttered to the wind. He had been on his feet for weeks now. His body was getting tired and he knew soon it would be time to rest. Finding a cave near by a old lake that he faintly remember playing in, is where he camped. He hung his cloak and removed the metallic armor underneith setting them up he would wash them once he was clean himself. With all of his clothes stripped down and waiting to be washed he head over to the lake. The moon danced off his dark skin showing purple scars from battle that dotted and slashed a crossed a well tone yet still limber frame. Silently the water ripped as he sank into it cool mercy enjoying the soft embrace as he slipped under and allowed his body to relax.

Ace and mandy

I DID

High School

is there a way to delete this topic or other topics it may be time i just became a ghost its sad seeing all the old rps that are left to rot some just ignored because. because they arent normal. I'm great at horror and romance but im bad in groups maybe just bad at role playing. give me a seen and a mood and i can decribe it. Its coming to a point where i may just stop. fall between the crack of the world and just vanish.

Ace and mandy

better

Ace and mandy

Luna you want to start or i

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

UserName: Sento300

Character name: Lira

Age: 20

Mageblood type: Clima
Favoured Magic Class: Electromancy

Previous Magic training: Novice

Race: Swamp Oc

Appearance: 5 feet 6 inches, tan skin leathery and dried out, dyed light blue hair unkempt but rest firm if not stiffly against her back . natural hair color is silver though depending on lighting some say it's white. length rests just above lower back. Frame thin. Eyes grey with a slight silver lining unfocused but soft and curious (unless mad).Clothing,loincloth and bras. Barefooted her toes long and bottom of feet dirty. Sharp jaw but rounds off in a gentle chin. Skin and face often covered with dirt or mud (greatest sun protection) Figures is an hourglass figure breast size is a breast a B size. Ears have a slight point which twitch from time to time but not noticeably.

Short Bio:She is a swamp orc, how ever considered a weakling among her group due to her blindness. Because of that her experience with magic is low to none at all. Though she had no friends to speak of she did have her mother. They would work together when she was younger and she was taught the basic things. She learned to walk, and to sense some of her surroundings using the sense she did have. She tried to a few times to explain the smell of rain before a storm. How ever she found it difficult to describe properly. Mostly she worked on the small chores or jobs the others had for her or stayed up in a tree, most of the others were either hunting, searching for things or bone. Killing unwanted foes or just keeping guard.Some her age played games some setup to teach some just game. They didn’t let her play, but she wasn’t interested finding the idea of chasing a rabbit around as a silly idea for a game. She was content being in the tree or finding more quiet spots away from the others. There she could listen to the wind catch the breeze and the scents it would carry.

When she was old enough she left her home to flee the feeling of being trapped on terms she wouldn’t return or if she traveled through she would be consider the same as the other adventurers and peddler. Once on her own she went searching for the man who had taught her to sew wondering if there were more things he could teach her or a reason he did teach her. Though she soon found out how chaotic the world outside of her home was, and why they found her weak. She had a habit of falling into things or people because she couldn’t see them. Not to mention the fact she had no money or any other skills beside her domestic skills. Though it didn’t earn her much it allowed her to stay in various places like farms and inns as long as she worked. Usually she stay a day or two and move on. Sometimes they would pay her but most were happy to give her a little food and send her on her way.If she wasn’t working she would survive off the berries and fruits she could find. Telling ripeness quickly was by determined by smell, least after a few fermented fruits which made her dizzy. She really didn’t learn how to hunt there were days when she would find trap animals or carcass of a large cat's prey up in a tree where he sources of meat.

She didn’t really talk to anyone till winter time when a couple who had owned an inn at the base of a mountain took her in. Though she couldn’t recall exactly where she had ended up she did recall getting stuck in a blizzard. She would have been a frozen block of ice if they hadn’t found her in the middle of the street. She had manage to trip on some ice and face plant into the snow. The man of the house had found her on his walk from the store having kicked her with his boot by mistake. She was completely out cold.

She learned how to sew from a traveler that had visited her home when she was younger. He had been the only one so far to approach her. It was one thing she learned that helped keep her alive and not left behind. To pay off her stay she worked at the inn doing once again basic chores usually when it was closed and getting hit in the head by things she became quite good at catching and ducking. She heard of a school from a few people mostly the later stayers who would either be drinking or preparing to leave. When she asked about she got shrugged off. The person was too busy telling his tale then to listen to her. So she quietly worked while listening trying to hear for the name or location of the place. Though she found out quickly it didn’t matter if she had the location she couldn't read a map. She spent a good year asking and searching for the school before she could find it.

Good Attributes: Resourceful, dedicated, good at sewing, has a thirst for knowledge. Skilled in domestic chores, protective, respectful, heighten sense of smell, touch, and hearing. Can tell difference in pitches. Adaptable. Independent can hold her own.

Bad Attributes: Literally blind, Bull headed, snappy when pushed or teased. Too curious for her own good, has a lack of social understanding and cues. She’s an eavesdropper, tentative around older people. Sensitive ears makes to loud or multiple noises give her a headache.Won't ask for help and won't let people deem her helpless.

Secret Word: Rebirth