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Aragonia, An Open-worlded, Plot & Character-driven RP.

Permanent Death with Revival Tomes would be very interesting. Depending on how we'd obtain it, it'd be cool to know that we risk our character's life, but there's always a way to cheat death, if only once.

Would there be any type of resurrection spells, too? there would be limitations, of course, but in regards to that, how should it work?

We should also come up with different spell categories as well, if you haven't already. Are you planning to have a set list that people can learn from, or would it be a freeform system ?

Aragonia, An Open-worlded, Plot & Character-driven RP.

So the only three dragoons can exist at a time, and they represent one of the eight elements?

And the boundary manipulation thing is pretty OP. if we are to include it, it should be one of your characters, man!

Aragonia, An Open-worlded, Plot & Character-driven RP.

So as the material's are being worked underway, is there anything else that needs to be addressed?

Aragonia, An Open-worlded, Plot & Character-driven RP.

DiamondBlizzard said
Those eyes, watching, staring, forever, for eternity, they never caese.........LOL anyway I'm stuck on a "Main" theme for the RP how does this sound?EDIT: Yes expect to see lots of Soundtrack throughout the RP.

YES PLEASE.

Aragonia, An Open-worlded, Plot & Character-driven RP.

How many materials are you looking for per tier?

Aragonia, An Open-worlded, Plot & Character-driven RP.

Definitely would be interested. Will try to help out as much as I can as well. :)

Those That Remain Silenced

Posted. Just an introductory post, so it's not too exciting. :p

Those That Remain Silenced

"C'mon man, let's get outta here. We're too close to those pigs in blue. Can't you pick a better place to tag, for Christ's sake?" A tall, thin man groaned as he shivered through his disheveled jacket, rubbing his hands together. His eyes darted around nervously, lips pursed in a worried line. In the distance, sirens blared out as the dogs of the Yggdrasil began to hunt their first pray of the night. The man paled, snapping his head towards the direction of the commotion.

Kevin Sinnet grinned, shaking his head as he slapped a small, white square of a sticker against the cold concrete wall of the building before them. He glanced over his shoulder at his partner who was nearly shitting his pants, his eyes growing wider as the sirens approached them. Kevin snorted in amusement before turning back to his work. Raising a hand, the gangster began to trace complex patterns in midair, his slender fingers dancing gracefully with the cold breeze that accompanied the two men on this particular night within the confines of this lonesome alleyway

"Damn, Aidan. If I'd known how much of a baby you were, I'd bring Buccha instead. Why all the fuss?" Kevin laughed, shaking his head, but kept his focus on the space in front of him, his hands swirling through the empty void right before the white sticker he had placed. "They're not gonna come here. We're surrounded on all sides by these old-ass buildings - there's no way they can see us from the streets, let alone from their own station. Darkness is our shield, my friend, as our souls are black themselves. We're pretty much chameleons out here."

Kevin glanced over his shoulder once more, blue eyes twinkling with childish delight as the siren's approached them. Just as the blaring sound peaked to it's loudest, it screamed past them before slowly fading away again back into the distance. The man tilted his head with a smug look on his face as Aidan slowly relaxed, releasing a shuddered breathe. Though obviously shaken, he managed a sincere and shameful smile.

"Sorry bro. You know how I get when we're right on their turf. The dogs seem to pick on me the most, nowadays." Aidan shook his head, slumping his lanky body against the cold, hard wall, adjacent to where Kevin was drawing. From within his thick coat, the man produced a pack of cigarettes and an old fashioned Zippo lighter. "Damn. Almost wetting myself has made me pretty hungry. You almost done?" The dark of the night retreated momentarily as the lighter flared, bringing to life an ember that mingled smoke with the sea of shadows.

Kevin smirked as his friend slowly exhaled the poisonous vapors, not even bothering to glance in his direction. Instead, with a few strokes and twist of his index finger through the chilly air, Kevin completed his work. "All done." The man gave a small yawn, turning away from the building and stretched heartily before shoving his cold hands within the comforting pockets of his black jacket. "I know a great place to eat, if you're hungry. Let's go." Kevin began to walk away, his slender frame nonchalantly navigating through the dark. Aidan gunted, smoke billowing from his nose as he followed suit. As he pushed himself off the wall, however, the tall man slapped his palm against the white sticker that Kevin had placed and drew in front.

All of a sudden, the square patch glowed with a soft, white light, slowly getting brighter as the two men walked away. From within the center, yellow and purple light began to emerge in the form of lines, and they began to trace the pattern in which Kevin had demonstrated earlier, the brilliant streams of light intermingling with each other against the gray of the concrete canvas. Soon enough, an image began to define itself in a glowing radiance that broke the shadows - a purple, horned-skull adorned with a crooked, golden crown.

The emblem of the Guilty Kings, etched onto the building by the method of neurotagging - the process in which an artist visualizes his creation, and is brought to life by neurotechnology in the form of a small, white sticker. Despite emitting a brilliant light, the symbol itself stood out to be ominous and malicious, an abstract demon that claimed that particular territory as it's own.

Those That Remain Silenced

Chiiiilllsss! That was so awesome, Windel. :D I'll be working on a reply tonight!

More the One Truth ~ (A Rune Factory RP)

Adolin Sinnet

Gender: Male

Age: 21 (November 23)

Description: Adolin sports a very slender and lithe build that has been slightly toned due to the various years of wandering and travelling before settling in Slysian. His medium-length hair, shaded a ghostly tan, is unruly and untamed but charmingly so. He's a little under average height when compared to a human male, though comfortably taller than most women. Though Adolin does have wings, he rarely shows it. If and when he does, however, they are seen as ethereal and wispy - black, flowing shadows in the form of wings - trademarks of a spriggan.

Race: Spriggan (of the Fae)

Job/Occupation: Inn Keeper of the Willowy Tavern.

Personality (Pros and Cons): As a Spriggan, Adolin is naturally witty and mischievous. Though may he may give off the impression of being the silent-type, nothing is further from the truth when one engages with him through conversation. You shall soon enough realize that silver tongue of his - that is, if you can get him to stop moving around so much. Such are the quirks of a bustling inn-keeper, always lost in his own little world.

When he's not keeping his establishment in tip-top shape, he's either reading through his small collection of unique books or taking a stroll through Slysian's Town Square in search of something to amuse himself with. He hates rowdy customers, and can get rather aggressive when things aren't going his way.

Back Story/ Other Info: A skilled cook, baker, and brewer. Although he has two lovely servants to aid him with his vibrant and busy work, Lily and Kazu, he does most of the work himself in most situations, as he likes to keep busy and incorporate his own diligence to the success of his inn. He hails from a faraway village home to the Faefolk, and had been travelling the world in his teens (he was a curious and reckless brat) before deciding to settle as an Inn Keeper within lovely Slysian.