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4 yrs ago
Current I JUST saw today that they are remaking Silent Hill 2 and releasing a new Silent Hill game!!! Wow, I thought Konami abandoned the IP! I am more excited than I can put into words!!!
4 yrs ago
I haven't roleplayed in so long, I am super excited to jump back into things!
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4 yrs ago
Moving my interest check from advanced to casual in hopes of snagging some survival horror interest!
4 yrs ago
If anyone is interested in a Silent Hill roleplay, check out the interest check! I'm hoping we can capture a fun survival horror feel!
4 yrs ago
Are we *technically* alive though? I mean really, shouldn't you say unlives?

Bio

Former Enlisted Army, and very avid gamer. I have fallen hook line and sinker for Dungeons and Dragons, which has actually taken over as my preferred method to roleplay--as both a DM and a player.

However, my roleplay adventures started with writing, and I always will be interested in creative writing. I left for a brief 5 year stint (Hey, that's brief to an elf or dragon, yeah?) but am back and ready to dive into something (though what, I am unsure).

Happily married to my wonderful wife @PrimalArcana, whom I met at this forum (thanks @Mahz) and I can't be happier :D Love to RP pretty much anything. However, my time is much more limited than it used to be. My PMs are open if you want to roleplay, I'm known to do both 1 on 1 RPs and open forum RPs.

I may not be active anymore, but this still applies: All Green, all Army, HOOAH!

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I heard the words Repello, and was disappointed to see that my leg-locking curse was easily deflected. Then again, had it actually struck I would have been disappointed even more. She struck me an excellent mind, with fast reflexes and a faster wand. I was not let down, given the ease she was able to block my spell. I didn’t have time to give her a nod of appreciation before another spell issued from her wand.

“Finite Inca---” I began, but I was just a fraction of a second too slow. Her levitation spell hit me and I found myself flying through the air and falling. Eyes wide, but still focused I mumbled “Featherus Descendus!” and managed to stay my fall, instead of plastering to the ground. Landing lightly on my feet, I grinned. “Wingardium Leviosa as an offensive spell? My, my, I love the creativity! This will be a fun year!”

Without giving her time to react, I decided to test the boundaries of this little duel with something a little more dangerous. I don’t want to hurt her of course, but her talent--I love a good challenge and I want to push her to her limits, maybe even to overcome them. So I give a quick wink then shout “Electricus Minumus!” A jet of lightning (not very strong, but enough to knock a muggle completely out) shoots from the tip of my wand with a little sideways flick. I follow up with “Aguamentai!” attempting to shoot a stream of water upon my target, further increasing the intensity of the electric shock.
I notice the slight anger in Bridget’s eyes as I volunteer us to be first up. The way she briskly strode over to her end of the dueling platform said it all. I won’t deny feeling a slight pang of guilt; but at the same time, it would be fun to see how she dealt being under pressure. I slowly hop onto my portion of the field, back turned, ready to spin around, salute with my wand, and then begin. However, just as I turn, I hear the words “petrificus totalus!” and my eyes widen. Did she really just do that? Attacking a wizard with his back turned?! I gape at her, open mouthed, but at the same time reveal a talent I had not yet revealed to anyone. Concentrating with great effort, I think in my head “Protego!!” and a barrier shoots up around my body; the curse strikes the barrier, shattering it because I didn’t have ample time to concentrate and make the shield full strength; however it did succeed in protecting me. Only just.

I smile, arching an eyebrow. “I’d have expected that from Slytherin, not from a Ravenclaw such as yourself, Bridget. I see I’m going to have to watch my back with you.”

Then with the swiftness of a hungry wolf, my wand bounces in the air as I shout “Flipendo!” sending a jet of energy towards Bridget. Before the wave even hits, I wave my wand once more with a follow up spell, “Locomotor Mortis,” hoping she has difficulty dealing with a barrage of magic.
I arch an eyebrow at Bridget’s firm handshake. I must have put too much emphasis on the Ts in her name. I nod my head in response, and release her hand, turning as she gestures towards the dueling platform.

“I’ll make sure to get your name correct next time, I promise,” I say, a sparkle in my eyes. I raise my hand as Professor Flitwick looks on. “Excuse me Professor!!!” I shout, turning a sideways glance towards Bridget and winking. “We’d like to be first. Break the ice, if you will.”

“Oh wonderful, wonderful!” The vertically challenged professor exclaims, a wide smile on his face. “Very well, very well, why don’t you two come on up then. Show us what you’ve learned in your six years at our fantastic school”

I turn towards Bridget, jerking a thumb towards the dueling platform. “Guess we’re first up. Better make a lasting impression, yeah?” I wink once more at her, as I slowly make my way towards the platform. “You coming along? Let’s not keep everyone waiting…”
I sit in a chair in the great hall, waiting for this “thing” to start. I arrived early, I always do of course--but not for the reasons you might think. Being punctual, meh. I don’t really care; but it gives me the chance to read my spellbooks, to study. A great wizard is a learned wizard, and I really have little to do besides read and learn my magic. I see people start to pair up almost instantly, but to be honest this bores me. Not dueling itself, but the fact we have to be tethered to oneperson the entire year this time. Oh well, at least I might actually find a challenge here. Maybe. I don’t really feel the motivation to join the pack. It’s so easy to see how people are pairing anyway. They aren’t trying to learn; best friends pairing together, or people too shy to approach their crushes, using this as some twisted way of dating. Whatever. I’ll just let the last stragglers fight it out, and the last one will get to duel me. At least maybe THAT person will be interesting. I have to get to know them, to some degree, for the year right?

Ah and there she is now; another Ravenclaw at least. God forbid it was a Hufflepuff or a Slytherin, Merlin’s BEARD that would suck!

“Um, hi. I’m Bridget. There’s not really anyone else left to pick from, want to duel with me?”

I casually look up from my book, gazing into her eyes. I stare perhaps a bit too long, because though clearly a bit shy or jittery, there’s something else there. A fire. Despite my best efforts, a smile slowly spreads across my face as I swiftly close my book, letting it disappear into the folds of my robes. Perhaps I will have fun after all. Extending my hand, I meet her eyes once more.

“And my name is Alex White. Pleasure to meet you Bridgette.” I shrug, and nod towards everyone else. “Seems the vultures all had their picks, yes? But you...it seems you might actually be fun to duel with!”
Name: My name is Alexander (Alex) Navarro White.
Age: I’m 16, my 6th year at Hogwarts. Why are you asking me all of these questions?
House: In my first year, I was sorted into Ravenclaw. I was damn near sure I’d be put into Slytherin. I’d have killed myself, just sayin.
Wand Type/length: My wand is a rigid Cypress, with a Doxywing and Dragon Heartstring core. It’s 10 and a half inches. And I love it.

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Bio: First off, I’m a half blood. And proud of it. So if you’ve anything to say, maybe I can give you a taste of Dark magic. Grew up with a wonderful family, a loving mother, a kind (albeit ignorant at times) father who knew as much about magic as I do about space travel and astrophysics. Which is to say absolutely nothing. I also had two sisters and a brother…

I’ll get back to that. To understand what happened, the *why* behind it, you need to know how I grew up. Which was in a muggle town. My mother thought it’d be good for me to live among muggles so I can better appreciate the magic that a lot of wizards and witches take for granted every day, So I was raised in a muggle community.

Problem is, I didn’t fit in. I always felt ostracised from everyone. I was different. I could do things nobody else could. I couldn’t tell anyone either. I just didn’t belong. I never had any friends. Maybe an associate or two, but that’s about it. I never let anyone close, because I didn’t feel I belonged.

I was ecstatic when I got the letter from Hogwarts. FINALLY, I’d get to be with people just like me. And I loved it. My first year went fantastically. I ended up sorted into Ravenclaw (thank Merlin), and started making friends. People who could understand me. That first year when I was 11 years old was probably the happiest of my life. Because my life went to shit in the second year.

My second year is when I lost everything. I still don’t even know how it happened...I can’t...Do you realize how hard this is for me, to be telling this story? Somehow...the muggles discovered that my mother was a witch, that I a wizard. They feared us. Called us spawns of Satan. Called us Demonic. Said we were dangerous. They tried to get us to leave, but my parents refused. It’d cost them everything. One night, there was a fire. Arson. I’m not sure exactly how it was started, but I didn’t wake up until the flames were so high I thought I was going to be engulfed in fires as hot and hellish as the afterlife I wish upon those who did this.

I was lucky. I remembered a couple of charms we were taught in my first year, and was able to keep the flames at bay just long enough to get out. I knew my parents, my sisters, my brother would be safe. They were all magical, right? Well, except Dad but…

They never made it out. I don’t understand how or why. They should have survived. Did they just not wake up? Were they drugged somehow? I don’t know. I can’t understand, to this day, how my entire family was burned to death in a fire they should have been able to easily thwart. My mother had been in Ravenclaw herself. Very smart, very good with magic. How did a pissed off judgemental muggle kill her by simply setting our house on fire? I guess I’ll never know.

But I lost everything. Everyone I cared about and loved, gone. I ended up throwing myself into my studies at Hogwarts. Especially Defense against the Dark Arts. And I won’t lie, the Dark Arts themselves are appealing to me. Why should we not learn the arts of our enemy? But that is a discussion for another day and preferably NOT with the headmaster.

The friends i’d been making the first year...I pushed them away. All of them. I thought I just needed space, but in the end I realized..I was afraid they would die somehow too. My family, the only people I loved were ripped away from me. I wasn’t going to let anyone get that close again. Instead I would choose to bury myself in books, focus on learning, become the epitome of the “wise Ravenclaw.” Did I succeed? I don’t know. I do know that nobody has any idea I’ve been sneaking books out of the restricted section. I do know that I know more about the Dark Arts than probably even most of the instructors. Except Albus Dumbledore of course. I don’t think anyone could understand the Dark Arts more than him, except possibly He Who Must not be Named. Even so, I’m thinking I might know more than even he does.

It’s not that I want to use the Dark Arts for evil. I mean, not entirely. I want to understand them, to know how to fight fire with fire. We are too merciful to Death Eaters and Dark Lords. We should use their own tactics against them. Fight evil with their own madness and make them FEAR just as much as they make everyone else fear. THAT is how you hurt them. Why should WE be the only ones afraid of a cruciatus curse or the killing curse? One day I will help stomp every Death Eater into the ground, and ya know what? I’ll show no mercy. People like that deserve neither mercy nor forgiveness.

I’m in my 6th year now. War is brewing. Darkness is in the air. And if it calls for more darkness to destroy it, then so be it. Let it rain darkness until the light can shine again.
AN RP set in the world of Hogwarts. Our characters or OCs, in their 6th year during the era of the books. In a world cast in shadow by the evil Voldemort, how did two Ravenclaw students, who arguably played very little role in the War, survive? What happened to them after the downfall of He Who Must Not Be Named? How did watching many of their peers die affect them mentally?

In the aftermath of the war, one young and talented wizard begins to think that the best way to fight dark magic...is to wield it himself. This mentality sets him on a dangerous path, where he will have to decide just what he really believes in and what he will fight for. Will Alex Navarro White go so far as to fight the very person closest to his heart? His story is a descent into darkness, a downward spiral from good intentions to being possibly the darkest wizard to ever walk this earth. He may well cast the earth into fire, leaving only death and destruction in his wake.

Bridget is a wise and talented half-blood Ravenclaw who meets Alex in the dueling club in her sixth year. The war drives her and Alex together. But she slowly begins to notice the dark side of Alex's personalty. It's not that he is inherently evil, but she notices how he is willing to justify some rather dark decisions. She shrugs this off, given the times and the threat to the wizarding community.

However, she can only cling to this excuse for so long. When Alex continues his downward spiral into shadow, she has to come to a decision. How far is she willing to go, to stop Alex as he slips further towards the dark ideas that may threaten the entire world? Is she willing to kill someone she loves?

A Note on Magic

There is not a whole lot mentioned in the books regarding spells. We are given quite a few, but due to the nature of this RP we are also making up our own as it goes along. So if you're reading along and wondering wtf a crazy spell is, it's because we made it up c:
Question: you said free/casual. Exactly how much on the free side? I like the idea, but I don't particularly like RPing in free, so I'm wondering exactly how much of the free side you are willing to let posts go.
name: Nixie* Rellia
Age: 12
Height: 4’ 10”
Weight: 77
Eye Color: Bright green
Hair Color: shoulder length, Auburn/red
District: 3
District Job:
N/A
District Token: Her district is an old computer chip hanging from a chain. It was a fun little toy her father gave her to wear--the components on the chip from her initials N.A.R (her middle initial stands for Alana).
How character name is related to district: Nixie is named after a type of light bulb known as a Nixie Tube.
Physical Description: Long, blazing, shoulder length red hair, bright green eyes, very pale complexion. She usually wears brown slacks and a plain white blouse. She is short, even for her age, and quite thin, as her family has a hard time affording food. What she lacks in muscle, she makes up for in ingenuity.
Character Portrait:


How Many times your name is in the Hunger Games: 3
Volunteer or “naturally” reaped?: Naturally reaped. What can I say, she has really bad luck!
5 positive personality traits: (note that since she is suffering from deep depression, her positive traits don’t show as often as they used to).
- Good sense of humor (on the rare occasion she expresses it)
- Very kind, caring of others
- Selfless--she puts others’ needs over her own
- “Innocent”
- Easy to get along with
5 negative personality traits:
- Withdrawn
- Depressed
- Perhaps cares -too much- about other people
- easily intimidated by those who are more domineering
- Tends to be somewhat anti-social

History: Nixie's parents had absolutely nothing to do with the uprising or the rebels. In fact, despite the tyranny of the Capitol, her family were upstanding citizens who never dared speak out against the capital at all. Her father, an engineer who worked largely with the Capitol's computer systems for their hovercraft, was electrocuted to death 3 years before, working on one of their Force-Field generators. Her mother is just a simple technician, and barely makes enough money to squeak by--and that's skipping meals for sometimes days at a time.

Nixie used to be a very outgoing girl, despite her hardships--that is, until her father died. She became very withdrawn after that, to the point of curling up in bed and refusing to eat. Twice her mother had to take Nixie to the local healer for treatment. Though she is a little better now, she still spends most of her time in a deep, dark depression. During the reaping, while her mother was sick with worry, Nixie herself accepted her name being drawn just as she's accepted most everything for the last three years: with complete indifference.

Though Nixie is only 12, she is something of a genius. She already knows a great deal about electronics and just seems to "get" how things work. She genuinely used to love working on various components, and making brand new things out of junk parts. However, this side of her as almost ceased to exist with the death of her father. The real question is, can she make use of her brilliance, or will the depths of her depression lead to her death in the arena?

Weapon specialty: None (yet)
Skill speciality: Computer science, Electronics (installation and maintenance), Improvisation with electric devices. Due to her stature, she is quite agile.
Threat Level: To Be Determined
Relationships: She was once very close to her mother, but ever since her father’s death she has pretty much stopped caring about life in general. She loves her mother, but has pushed away, withdrawing somewhere inside herself.

Name: Farro Amaranth
Age: 16
Height: 5’ 8”
Weight: 152
Eye Color: Grey
Hair Color: Short, Black, mussy
Physical description: Though short, Farro has a good bit of muscle, despite the fact that he is slowly starving in District 9. Typically wears worn faded jeans and a stained, torn, brown T-shirt that has clearly seen better days.
Character portrait:


District: 9
District Job: Plows the fields for harvest
District Token: A locket that has a picture of Kasha and him together on one side, and a picture of Quinoa and him together on the other side. It is engraved “to my big brother; may the stars watch over you, as you have watched over me.”
How character name is related to district: Farrow is named entirely after a type of grain. Two types, really as is last name stems from yet *another* type of grain.
How Many times your name is in the Hunger Games: 25
Volunteer or “naturally” reaped?: Volunteered for his best friends brother
5 positive personality traits:
- Strong sense of honor and loyalty, especially to friends and family
- Generally cares about the wellbeing of others
- Outgoing personality
- creative
- daring
5 negative personality traits:
- VERY much a smartass (his mouth often gets him into scraps)
- Tends to speak his mind (it’s a wonder he hasn’t been executed yet)
- A prankster (think Fred and George from Harry Potter)
- Though not quick to anger, when he does it is explosive
- Tends to act on impulse, rather than planning things out
Weapon specialty: Being from a farming district, he is very skilled using scythe’s and sickles. He also has excellent hand-eye coordination.
Skill speciality: Farming; Farro knows how to grow food, how to harvest. Gardening, making things grow, is his specialty. He also has superb hand-eye coordination.
Threat Level: To Be Determined
Relationships: Very close to his parents, and his two brothers and sister. He also has a best friend, Quinoa Oryz.
Bio: When Farro was nine years old, he watched the very first Hunger Games. Mandatory viewing for everyone in the districts. A young woman from district 4, Coral, was the very first victor. But it was the man from his very own district that had impressed him most. A rebel, a freedom fighter--forced to fight in the Games. It was better than execution, because he stood a chance of survival. He almost made it too, but Coral would prove too much for him. Harrow Eldridge, male tribute from District 9. Fell in love, and was betrayed (in a manner of speaking) by his fellow tribute, Anastasia. The heartache may have, in the end, been what caused him to fail in that last battle. Harrow’s fierce loyalty, undying love for Anastasia, and strong heart resonated with Farro. He would come to idolize the fallen tribute, seeing him symbolically. Maybe because Farri could strongly identify with the man,

Farro himself is close to his mother and 3 siblings--two brothers and one sister. He would do anything for them, and that includes taking Tesserae every year since he was 12. He didn’t want his siblings to have to take Tesserae, and made damn sure they didn’t have to. Though he loves his entire family, he has special love for his younger sister, 14 year old Kasha. The two can always be seen together when Farro isn’t out plowing the fields, usually tagging along with his best friend Quinoa (who, Farro suspects, has a thing for Kasha).

Farro would end up volunteering as tribute, when Quinoa’s brother, Kani, was actually reaped as the district 9 male. As soon as Kani’s name was called, Farro knew that Quinoa would volunteer. But he couldn’t let that happen. He wants Kasha to be happy. He wants his best friend to be happy. Loyal to the end--that’s his ideal. Knowing that Kasha and Quinoa really do care a lot for each other, Farro stepped up, volunteering before Quinoa had a chance.

But Farro has no intention of dying in the arena. He loves his family enough to try to come back to them; even if it means getting his hands dirty. After all, Harrow was willing to take lives--so why shouldn’t he. Especially if it means his family gets to see him again.
@Rosalind Awesome, can't wait to see what ya got!
@Ellri YAY so I didn't annoy you, I merely reminded you of something missing on your shopping list :D
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