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D&D 5e Waterdeep: Dragon Heist

I'm interest if this is still open for application.

Divinus: The God RP, Mk. IV

Hi, I know I'm a bit late but here is my cs. I had already spoken with Crispy Octopus about whether or not the domain may be too similar to each other. So, if there are still problems, please let me know as I will try to fix it as fast as possible.

Nikhida

Nikhida

Conceptual

Domain:

Domination

All things are born with inherent rights. Gods are born to influence and to shape the world. Mortals were created to pray and to create great works in their god's name, to marvel the wonders of nature. Even plants and animals are born with purposes, to flourish, and to die on the table as food. These are their rights and their purposes. But, as gods come to influence the sentients, thus come forth resistance. For not all sentients wished to pray. Not all plants wish to grow and not all stones wished to become a building block of a mountain. If Toshre is the manifestation of freedom, of every beings' desire to break their destined chains, then Nikhida is the opposite of him. He is born to be the whip, the slave owner, and the ruler. The one that must ensure their rights from being infringed.

For every being, a purpose. To born, to worship, and to die.

Portfolio:

Hierachy/ Structure

Those who rule the peasants are the rulers. And before the rulers are the gods

Nikhida represents this orderly structure that every single being partake. When a king ordered his people to build a monument, Nikhida approves. When father yelled at his son for doing a bad job, Nikhida nods. When a slave being whipped by his master, when the cries and pleads for mercy become coarse, Nikhida feels indifferent. Perhaps they are no wiser than their subordinates. Perhaps they are far weaker than the one lying on the ground. But, it is the role that has given them power. The title that they carry. The rights to dominate others. The thing that forces them to go back in line or face the consequences from the masses.

Every man must play his role. And so does every woman. And so is everything.

Realm:

House of Order

In the House of Order, there is no chaos. There is a king who rules for eternity. There are peoples who had been ruled since the beginning of time. There are no crimes. Thus, never a need for a hero to save them. There was never a dissent, thus no revolution was born. Everything had stayed the same since the beginning of time, and all will remain the same for the future to come.

Persona:

Nikhida is a person of traditions, a god that took to much pride in being a god. He prefers to do things in a certain way. He frowned when mortal beings discovered a faster way of travel, for they will never be able to see the beauty on the road anymore. He sighs when mortals tried to break away from their intended paths, for why should they? Are they smarter than the gods that created them? Are they that prideful?

To say so is sacrilegious. To even think so is heretical.

Thus, Nikhida always carries the idea that mortals are nothing more but corrupted beings when given free wills. For in the name of free wills, they can do so many harms and blame for so many things but themselves. They can blame the gods for their unfortunates. They can blame life for their unresourcefulness. The only thing they can't blame is themselves for their incompetence.

And as such, his only equals are the other gods. Their characters may have flaws. Their dogmas are questionable at best. But by birth, they are his equal. And it is his right to give them the respect they deserve.

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Forms:

Base Form:

Domain Form:

Avatar:

The Peasant Girl

The Peasant Girl

She had a name before.

A peasant girl. One that is too hard to pick from a crowd. Like any other girl, she lived the life of a peasant. She worked for days and she rests at night. She felt the joy of being well-fed and the pain of being hungry. She smells springs and feels the mosquitoes bite of summer. Feeling the fleeting sadness of autumn and taste the bitterness of winter. She was born on this land. She married it. She gives birth to it. And she will die in it.

It is her life.

It is her duty.

To live. To marry. To give birth. And to die on this plot of land.

And her name is A Peasant Girl. Like the Peasant Girl that had given birth to her. And the Girl before that. And the girls before that.

~ 1959: Into the Darkness ~ - Vietnam Dieselpunk [Open]

Are you guys still open to accept?

Waterworld

@Emma sorry for lack of communication. I’m almost done with mine. It should be finish by tomorrow night at the latest

Waterworld

Well, I'm interested if you have me.

Legends of Runeterra

I'm here

Legends of Runeterra

Sorry for my lack of communication. Last week was very busy for me but there shouldn't be anything against my posting schedule for the foreseeable future.

Legends of Runeterra

Soraka

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It has been so long since Soraka had set her foot on Demacia border. Its exclusive usage of the magic seeping stone in its structures, its high ceiling and an excess of white struck her. The winged stones figure watch vigilantly across the inhabitants as the Winged and its Sword flag displayed proudly on every corner of the city. And despite the recent discord caused by the imprisoned mages, the people’s faith is still very adamant in their leader.

It resembled Nashramae so much, Soraka thinks while traveling along the streams of merchants entering and exiting the great city, uncertain of what she might encounter on her path. She would gradually glance at the nearby stalls, taking a glimpse of what the goods they offer. There were items from Ionian, said to be able to connect the living to the past. There were the carpets from the Shurima's desert that were filled with the sand of time and the glory of the old ways. Then the Plitover's and their magical lamp. The Zaunite with their chem rats...

Then came the Rakkor priests with his heavy basket, seeking to spread the Solari Way from Mount Targon. There came the shepherds from Bel’zhun, looking to trade the mwatis wool for other exquisite items from other regions of the Sand Empire. And then, the Ascended would walk among the common, their godly figure against the canvas of lesser miniature figures. The Sand Empire would soar, just as their Disc basked in the everlasting sun.

But all that had buried quietly beneath the Shurima’s sand, falling prey to the gravesdigger and whoever wishes to see a glimpse of the past.

Still, it is not to say that Demacia is without its own individuality , Soraka thinks while examining an angelic statue being sold by a nearby vendor. It’s golden wings and fiery gaze pierced Soraka’s soul, seeking to purge the unjust and imperfection that had accumulated during her stay. The Aspect of Justice...

“Are you going to buy it?” A voice came in front of Soraka, cutting her train of thought and forcing her to look at its owner. In front of her stood a boy about thirteen or so. He has freckles all across his face and unkempt brown burned hair.

“Are you going to buy it?” The boy asked while scratching his back, his eyes focused on the Vastaya.

“Do you accept Zaunite cogs?” Soraka replies as her attention shifted back to the statue, her purple hand dug inside the satchel for the cogs.

“It would be one silver gears and seven washers .” The boy said, extending his hand toward the pinkish woman, distorted whisper escaped his crooked teeth.

"Here you go." The Vastaya before him smiled cheerily before placing the miniature in her basket and proceed to disappear into the crowd. Another successful trade , the boy smiled as the silver coinage travels between his palm. He always likes dealing with the Vastaya. Their stupidity about coinage spared no one in those tribes except for those of the wisest. And the wisest would often think themselves too smart to be tricked by a boy... Anyhow, he hoped there would be more for today. The recent uprising had stalled the usual trade, ceasing the usual operation within the city to a halt for the past few weeks in dealing with its aftermath. But, with trade recently open to normal, he hoped to earn more than a few silver. Trading, after all, is based upon nothing more but a desire for acquisition.

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It took Soraka a while longer before she was able to reach the gate of the Adventuring Guild or what she can decipher with her old Demaician language. And there were many people inside of this gold-petricite mixed building. The clerks with their blue and white uniforms charismatically answering questions from the travelers and farmers for its purpose. The guards stand proud and straight against the gate's frames. A girl who is waiting for someone while playing a kunai, and a pair of dragon and fox vastayans.

What a peculiar pair , Soraka smiled before sauntered toward the couples. She had never seen a dragon vastayan before, and asking her may provide some interesting stories for the girl at home.

RPGC #25: I Can Show You The World - Voting and Critique

I don't have much critique but my vote goes to @Candlelitsoul. It's very lovely.

Legends of Runeterra

Been doing a lot of lurking around, and if nobody is going for soraka then may I have her? @Bell