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My Name is Shadow Daedalus, but I will accept pretty much any diminutive form you can come up with. I am active in the GMT Timezone, and I mention this to help coordinate posting times with others.

I like to RP things with fighting and grit, but chilled out RPs are good too. I'm a little out of practice, so my writing style falls anywhere between Low-Casual and High-Casual.

Wide range of tastes, like Sci-fi, Modern, Fantasy and Historical. This also includes a diverse range of Fandom content, especially Games and Anime.

I don't usually play more that three characters at a time, and I'm more comfortable as a male character, but I might try to expand more in the future, you'll have to wait and see...

Not very interesting, so feel free to ask me questions :D

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James 'Iykos' Frost



An brief ringing from one of the three monitors on his desktop woke Iykos from his rather light sleep and his eyes flicked to the digital clock on the desk. It was early, too early in his opinion, but the sound that woke him meant that his system detected something on the camera network he had rigged across most of the prison city.

The computer system and the camera network it was rigged to would have normally been impossible for any single inmate to aquire and set up, but before Iykos was caught and arrested, he was part of the infamous hacker group 'Wolf Pack'. A group like that holds connections to every major department of every 1st world goverment and, most importantly, they never abandon their pack mates. While they couldn't spare him from 'The World's Prison', they had used the irregular supply drops to supply him with the parts necessary to build his network and help him survive. Generators, Cameras, Computer parts, food, water purifiers and even his now signature clothes. As some might say, it pays to have friends in high places.

Back to the alert, Iykos briefly searched the screens to spot a single girl creeping past the two corpses he had left in BOC territory with a cautious, almost paranoid amount of attention to her surroundings as she drew closer to his hideout. Too close to it. Looking at her again, he attempted to profile her in case he needed to act. 'Female, brown hair, amber coloured eyes, young, maybe 15 or so... A prison birth maybe?' Using the information he had, he quickly searched through his file until he came up with a name and background. Logging the information into his memory, he covered the monitors with a black-out sheet and grabbed the L1A1 rifle resting against the couch-bed and re-holstering his M1911 as he crossed the floor of his home and hideout. Locking the door behind him, he double-checked his guns before looking off down the non-descript alleyway his home was hidden in.

It didn't take him long to track the girl as she tried to creep between the buildings. Levelling his rifle at the back of her head before he said anything, she jumped at the sound of his voice when he spoke.

"Dawn Cohen, nickname 'Owl Eyes'. Daughter of Amber Cohen until she disappeared 7 years ago. Stop walking and put any weapons you have on the ground, including the knives tucked into your belt, boot and the small blade you keep in your bra. Don't try anything stupid because I've got 20 little friends here and they all run faster than you..."

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@arca9 Glad to help :D
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— The Imperial Great Hall, The Conclave —


"Tell him that a lone wolf has fewer teeth than the pack."

An Icy chill danced down his spine, images of fangs and claws tearing into his mind before Prometheus stepped forward sharply, lightning dancing behind his eyes as his normally cold emotions spiked heatedly, only to stop at the gentle hand on his chest Kara had placed to calm him. He hissed softly though his teeth before leveling his glare at the retreating prince's back.

"A lone wolf's fangs are still enough to strike down the jackal foolish enough to provoke it..."

Without regard as to whether or not the other prince heard him, Prometheus returned to his previous position on the wall, his head hitting with a dull thud before he looked at Kara, his cold eyes softening a little at her worried expression.

"I'm fine. Don't worry."

"Are you sure? It seemed like you were thinking about it again..."

"Like I said, I'm fine. Back then I was weak, now I am not. Getting emotional would only distract me from my surroundings and expose me to danger."

A shade of sadness crossed the girl's face, her lips dropping as she looked down, at the scarring around his jaw. Her words were quiet, and meant only for him.

"Please stop saying that. Emotions aren't weaknesses..."

Prometheus said nothing at this and his lips perked up on one side in a sad smile. Anyone watching wouldn't have found it too hard to realise this isn't the first time they've had this conversation, right before they entirely forget in favour of the instinctual feeling of self-preservation stemming from the ice-cold glare Prometheus seemed to focus in all directions simultaneously. Satisified that any overly-curious nobles were sufficiently anxious, he spoke, clearly and without excess emotion.

"Kara, go and ensure that my room is prepared, in the event that we are excused from classes today. I'll be along when I have the chance. And don't worry about my safety, I can handle any prissied up nobles that might challenge me to any pointless duels."

"As you wish, Prince Prometheus."

His hand dropped to rest gently against his sword, a brief spark of lightning dancing across his leather glove to reinforce his point, and Kara bowed slightly before turning to leave with a quick reply. Watching her depart for a brief moment, he turned with the intention of crossing to another part of the hall, only to nearly knock down another student in his movement. Had he not looked down by reflex, he would have entirely missed the much shorter girl, standing at only 5 foot by his estimation. The pale skin, raven black hair and burgundy eyes stood out in the sea of monotony, but he couldn't place a name to her admitted rather attractive but mildly irritated face. Unsure if to start a conversation with girl, he offered a simple two words.

"My Apologies."

@Hayazo@Gowi
@arca9 If you want to link people into your posts without worrying about spelling (I know my name is a little complicated), look for one of their posts and click the @mention button at the bottom. It'll add their name with a working link :)
@Gowi Not sure if you've already explained this, but how does the different forms of magic work in this world? Chants? magic circles? wands or free casting? Mana?

And also, it's a school so what about classes? When do those start?

Sorry if I seem pushy, I just need to know how to structure any future IC posts that involve them
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— The Imperial Great Hall, The Conclave —


Opening his eyes at the address, Prometheus gave the amber haired prince a long and unintentionally piercing glance, his eyes quickly darting to Kara over his shoulder as she made an encouraging gesture and back before the other boy noticed. Resisting the urge to make a biting comment in retort, he replied in an as even tone as he could manage.

"Prince Prometheus Blackwater of Skyhaven."

While normally customary to follow such an introduction with some manner of pleasantaries, he simply couldn't bring himself to care enough to give any. Seldo was a prince, and Prometheus knew the type, but no amount of rings or jewellery would be enough to change the opinion that Prometheus didn't owe him any kind words. If anything, the blatant show of wealth only served to irritate the white-haired prince. It wasn't as if the act was a direct insult, or even uncommon in this hall of royality and noble houses, but the message of superiority permiated from the gold and gemstones adorning the slightly shorter prince and, although possibly unintentional, the only thing he could liken the feeling to was that of a peacock spreading its feathers to make itself more impressive. Without intending to, his words came out a little more sharply than was strictly approriate for a polite conversation.

"What was it that you wished to speak to me about?"

Kara, stood at a respectful distance from her lord and the other prince, frowned softly and stepped forward with an apologetic look. Her eyes held a look of slight admonishment for a brief moment until she turned to the other prince and Prometheus saw her face soften a bit. To an untrained eye, it might have appeared that she had fallen for the prince, but Prometheus knew from experience that she was only doing this to make the prince more... agreeable. After all, what kind of man can be angry at a woman when she has such a look of apology? It would take an exceptionally cold man to do that, not that Prometheus wasn't such a person. Nevertheless, he said nothing as Kara attempted to apologise on his behalf, even if he felt that it was unnecessary and that he didn't need to justify himself.

"I apologise for my prince's tone, Prince Seldo, but recent days have been weighing on him a bit."

Despite the apology, Prometheus' expression didn't change and neither did his position on the wall. He had no desire to play the political game Seldo wanted, and he certainly wasn't going to apologise for it. Instead, he remained still and waited for the other prince's answer, the temptation to simply walk out and tend to Vaylin and Othia slowly creeping higher in his mind. It was only the all but written rule that all students must stay to interact with one another that prevented him from doing so, so he hoped that at least this conversation would make it less insufferable for him...

@Hayazo
Ok, fixed it. It's an open prompt for anyone that wants to talk to my character...
Ignore the IC I just posted, I misclicked and sent it before I finished....
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— Royal Stables, The Skyheart Keep —
— Late Night, 1st Day of Summer —


"My Prince, I can't let you go alone like this!"

Prometheus appeared to ignore her as he continued to adjust the bags on his horse. In them, he had packed enough clothes, money and supplies for the 5 day ride to the Imperial Heartlands, along with his personal bow. Adorned with a featureless black hood and cloak over his preferred outfit and his sword at his hip, he intended to leave in the dead of night and escape the oppressive environment he called home. The only problem was...

"Prometheus, please!"

The prince sighed through his nose and looked at his personal maid and bodyguard, Kara, over his shoulder. Dressed in her normal style of riding trousers, boots and a simple tunic under light armour with two twin sabres at her sides, her expression was one of concern and upset. The fact that she dropped his honorific was enough of a sign that she was worried. Without a word, he pulled the last strap tight on his horse and walked around it to the other side. When he came back, he tossed a large brown bundle to her. She caught it and unwrapped the brown cloth from it, revealing two saddle-bags already packed with supplies wrapped within a brown cloak similar to his own.

"I'm not going alone. Saddle up, we leave in 10 minutes."

His voice was cold, but only those most familiar with him could hear the slight warmth reserved for those closest to him. Kara's body was moving before her mind even caught up and, true to his words, the pair were galloping out of the Keep 10 minutes later. Prometheus riding his personal horse Vaylin, a black stallion, and Kara riding a beautiful palomino mare named Othia, stolen from the King in a last act of defiance, rode until the sun came up. They continued on in the same rhythm: ride as far as the daylight allows, rest at the next tavern and continue again at first light.

5 days later, they arrived at the Conclave with the barest of margins left before the Grand Keeper's speech began.

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— The Imperial Grand Hall, The Conclave —
— 6th Day of Summer —


"...and remember if you need me do come find me."

"E Pluribus Unum."


As the Grand Keeper ended his speech and left the room, the white-haired prince extracted himself from his musings to scan the room, his senses re-focussing on the vast hall filled with people. His eyes settled on a particular girl as another young boy approached her. Prince Seldo Forletus, he believed he was called, struck up a conversation with his cousin Princess Anareliea Hulevia, the supposed 'Saint' in line for becoming Matriarch. He recalled what he could of her infamous beliefs on Gaea and briefly laughed softly though his nose. It wouldn't do him much good if she were to find out about his own thoughts on the subject... Nevertheless, he dismissed the thought and continued to scan the room until his settled on another familiar face.

Prince Brendan Tromvara, who appeared to be trying to start a conversation with a grim-looking black haired boy, was someone Prometheus recognised from personal experience. As young children, Brendan had happened to stumble onto him at a diplomatic function and the two had kept in touch, one might have even called them friends, until they fell out of contact following the attack that scarred Prometheus and the trauma completely changed him. Brendan might even think he was dead... despite this, Prometheus had no desire to regain that bond and instead turned way from the group.

He looked over to Kara, who was waiting at the edge of the hall with the other servants, and walked over to an empty spot on the wall. Leaning against the wall when he stopped, she quickly joined him.

"Do you not wish to speak with the other students, my Prince?"

"I'd rather tend my horse. He's better company anyway..."

She frowned at that.

"Prince Prometheus, These are the students you will spend the next few years of your life with. You should at least try to get to know them."

The response she recieved was a sharp glance sideways. His lips curled a tiny amount in a miniscule scowl before he relaxed again.

"If they want to talk to the scarred white-haired boy with cold eyes they can feel free to do so, but I'm not looking for friends. If they want to talk, they come to me."

With that, he closed his eyes and leant back further against the wall, arms crossed against his chest. He stayed like this, listening to the conversations around him, until he felt someone gently tap his arm...
Prometheus



"The only ones that should kill are the ones that are prepared to be killed."

[ ♚ ] N A M E
Prince Prometheus Artemis Blackwater, Kingdom of Skyhaven

[ ♚ ] A G E
15

[ ♚ ] G E N D E R
Male

[ ♚ ] I D E N T I T Y
Tromani/Forlorni

[ ♚ ] A P P E A R A N C E
At the taller end of height for a Tromani teen at 5'9" with a slimmer but well-built body type. Sharp features and fair skin as expected of a Tromani, he could have been considered as quite handsome if not for his scars. Due to a traumatic attack as a child, his normally ash-blonde hair lost its colour and turned white, and his left eye, left arm and both legs are marked by major, but faded teeth and claw scars.

Along with his usual outfit as seen above, he is always wearing a pair of thin black gloves to cover his hands and wrists, unless in private or with trusted company. He also has a more relaxed outfit, a similar style but with less adornments, and a combat variant with light plate armour covering his arms, lower legs, shoulders and chest.

His sword is always at his hip unless there's no way of keeping it on him, and he also has a personalised bow he often takes with him on hunting trips or for any archery-based challenge or activity.




[ ♚ ] P E R S O N A L I T Y
He has quite a serious and cold personality but cares for his friends, family and servants, as well as the subjects of his kingdom. He will not hesitate to put himself in the way of harm to protect someone he cares about, and he isn’t afraid to strike back at the one responsible.

Outwardly he seems confident but in truth he is quite negative towards himself, lacking in a lot of self-confidence that would be expected from royalty. He hides it well, but a few people have gotten to see this side of him, be it as a close friend or by accident.

This also translates to social situations, as he appears to be completely comfortable in large groups, whereas the truth is that he feels out of place and prefers smaller groups or being left alone. If he is trapped in a group for a long period of time, he becomes slightly irritable and will begin to actively search for a way to excuse himself.

[ ♚ ] C H I L D H O O D
Born to a Half Tromani/Forlorni Noblewoman Illyana Greycastle after a secret affair between her and King Orland Blackwater, Prometheus Greycastle didn’t actually become a prince until his mother was killed in a suspicious fire that destroyed his old home aged 5 and he was absorbed into the royal family, under the name Prometheus Blackwater. His half-siblings and step-mother, Queen Vaylina, treated him poorly, seeing him as a ‘dirty-blooded disgrace with no rightful claim to the throne’, and his father was dismissive and uncaring. This lead to him developing difficulties when interacting with other people and damaging his self-confidence. Despite this, he was always putting on a smile and trying his best to be a kind person.

His aunt, Alexia Blackwater, was the only member of his family that showed him any kindness as a child, and it was her personal knight that trained him with a sword, bow and tactics and strategy. She filled the role of a mothering figure for the young prince, and he bonded with her knight as an ersatz-father. His daughter Kara, a trainee squire at the time, became a sister figure, and the two spent a lot of time together.

The most major event of his childhood happened around age 12. It was shortly after he had begun to train with a sword and wishing to train on his own, he travelled alone to the Blackwater Vale despite the warnings from his servants. While training, he was attacked by a small pack of wolves lead by a Dire Wolf. Severely wounded, he narrowly escaped when the wolves was attacked by a Wyvern that was nesting nearby, intending to steal its prey. Prometheus spent over 15 days hiding in caves and travelling with the most basic first aid until he finally made it to a small elven settlement and collapsed from the pain and exhaustion. He was forced to recover for another 2 weeks after that, with his survival attributed to sheer willpower alone. This was how he gained his scars and unique white hair, as well as learning the basics of magic from the elven mages kind enough to teach him.

When he finally returned, he was colder and didn’t smile anywhere near as much, which was quickly picked up on by Kara, his aunt and her knight. His father, the king, also noticed and said it was a step towards being worthy of the throne, but Prometheus harshly dismissed it, angering him greatly. This change sparked a subsequent change in Kara, who decided to fight to get him to smile again.

[ ♚ ] M O T I V E S
On paper, As expected of any heir to a kingdom, Prometheus was enrolled in The Conclave to be educated in the ways of ruling or assisting in the rule of his House. In actuality, he was aware of his father’s distain for him and sought to escape the life of cold solitude hidden behind closed palace doors.

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Diplomacy: Not much of a politician, he doesn't partake much in Diplomatic functions and only has a basic knowledge of what it takes.

Faith: Finding religion as a waste of time, he dismisses any interest in the Gods completely.

Intrigue: Quiet but observant, he doesn't get involved in the affairs of other people unless it threatens him or those he cares about, to which end he will use what he learned to strike back at them.

Magic: Having learned the basic principles from the elven settlement, he quickly came to realise the practical and combat applications of the Arcane arts, especially when combined or used in tandem with martial combat. Having learned as much as he could from his own kingdom and travellers from Forlonia and the Imperial Heartland, he wants to further study, expand and sharpen his magical skills.

Martial: With training as one of the few activities for him as a child, his weapon skills are honed to a high level. With a bow, he is almost peerless in accuracy, range and speed, while his sword play is enough to duel most high-skill opponents. He has a good grasp on tactics and strategy as well, having a high win/lose ratio in games like chess, but not the confidence or leadership to actually command men in battle.

Stewardship: Skilled with numbers, but never motivated to pursue stewardship.

[ ♚ ] C O M P A N I O N S
Kara – Hand servant, acting as a maid and bodyguard. A small Tromani girl with ash-blonde hair and cerulean eyes, standing at 5’4 despite being aged 17, she was more of an elder sister figure while he was young. She is trained in swordplay with dual wielding and always carries a pair of short-bladed sabres, her speed and skills making her vicious combatant. She also takes the role of a maid; she handles washing, cleaning and other minor chores despite his urging not to.

[ ♚ ] R E L A T I O N S
Prince Brendan Ophelius Tromvara: Having met by coincidence during a diplomatic meeting, the two young princes became fast friends and kept in touch via letters until the incident which scarred him. The two fell out of contact through no fault of Brendan's and the pair haven't spoken since. He swears he once spotted the other Tromani prince at Skywatch Keep a week or so later, but even now he can't be sure.
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