TheHangedMan

Faces In The Shadows

A crack in the night;

a bone chilling roar;

a soundless scream.

Since before civilization, mankind has always feared the dark - or rather, what lies beneath it. Horrors that roam as ideas for us in the safety of day, and come to a wretched life at dusk. Ever and always, man has devised ways to fend off the darkness, methods both real and imagined. This fear led to the explosive expansion of man - this fear developed fire, agriculture, medicine. From this fear, civilization was born. The mad scramble to drive away the darkness had urged mankind ever forward.

And yet, it is also this same fear that kept the darkness alive.

The fear that gave birth to civilization had also borne with it . . .

Murder . . .

Genocide . . .

Evil . . .

And with the birth of evil, the abominations that resided alongside us laughed and swelled in numbers and strength. They fed upon evil, and grew into true, living horrors. And with evil as its sword and fear as its shield, horror encroached upon mankind. The corruption eroded at the roots of a budding civilization, threatening to kill humanity before it even existed. Man was nearly driven back into the darkness, were it not for one thing:

Sacrifice

Just as fear had borne evil, evil had birthed sacrifice and courage. With the tools given to them by the enemy itself, mankind pushed back. The idea that death meant nothing, so long as those around them could live and love as they wished, resonated throughout the earth, and the horrors were driven back into the dark, and faded into legend, to be forgotten.

Still, humanity would not easily forget that which nearly eradicated them. Though society as a whole has forgotten what it meant to fear the darkness, there are those that still carry the burden of those memories, and the responsibility that comes with it; the responsibility to fight with your life on the line, knowing that they are the only one's that can. They stand as stalwart sentinels against the night.

The Kispu Sinnis Wardatu

The Magical Girl.

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Didn't expect that last one did you?

So yeah, this is, as you've guessed, a magical girl RP. On the specifics of the magical girl lore here, I'll leave it blank - that, and many others will be covered in the RP proper, as I want this to be a learning experience. As for what I can say about the RP:

• Gonna be a lot of politicking here
• Characters are limited to females only as of now, with ages ranging from 12 - 16
• Expect the lore and magic system to be complex
• Expect a lot of NPC's from me; it's kinda necessary
• The story is global by nature, so feel free to make a character who lives or comes from any nation without worry.
• PREPARE FOR THE TRAUMA

As for the rules, it should be obvious: Basic RP rules, no godmodding, yadda yada, ect.

Need at least 4 players to start with.

Hogwarts: Call of Darkness [Full]

_@Madly33

"Thank you." With a polite nod of her own, Karen crossed into the compartment, sliding her luggage into the compacts above them. Elijah, white tail swishing haughtily behind her, meowed for attention.

Smiling, Karen picked up the cat and cradled him in her arms as she sat down, stroking his fur. Silence settled into the compartment, though it was noticeably awkward, with the other boy opening his mouth, attempting to begin a conversation. He held back, seemingly too shy to go through with it. Karen understood - she herself had a distinct lack of experience when it came to social interaction with children her age; her family manor was rather distant from the nearest village - not distant enough to be inconvenient, but not close enough for her to be bothered to get up from her self-studies. Most of the time she talked with Aleksi or Uncle or any other adult that came by for business. Still, being unable to interact socially with her peers was - in her eyes - a weakness. An imperfection.

And Karen would be nothing less than perfect.

Before there would be conversation, however, introductions were to be had. They would never get anywhere if not. "Hello there, my name is Karen, Karen McGrave. It's nice to meet you . . . ?" She trailed off, waiting fro a reply.

Hogwarts: Call of Darkness [Full]

Karen strode through the floors of King's Cross Station, her face a mask of utmost calm. The small blonde's measured, graceful steps were well practiced, and each move as though choreographed for a ballet recital. Her smooth, impassive face gave of an aloof charm, and bestowed upon her a maturity she did not feel she actually had - nevertheless, perfection was what she sought, and well included how she looked. A child she may be, but she did not have to act like one, at least, not all the time; scarce were the times she would allow herself to act out in public.

Even then, her movements were the least attention grabbing thing about her; more noticeable was the outfit she was wearing: A purple velvet dress that reached her knees, accompanied by silk bridal gauntlets of the same color. A thin silver necklace that carried a locket at its end, with an intricate symbol stenciled on it, and snakeskin ankle boots, that made distinctively loud clack-ing sounds with every step. All obviously expensive materials, and all obviously out of place attire in a regular train station.

Still more attention grabbing was the aged man in a butlers outfit hauling luggage behind her. The dapper silver fox kept pace with her all the way until Platform 9 ³/₄, when all the enchantments around it kicked in, and all the attention they had gathered at this point became meaningless. At once, everyone began minding their own business, scarcely paying attention to the unusual duo.

The trip to the train itself was uneventful, save for a few glances here and there. Karen stopped in front of the train, her hands on the railings.

"Milady . . . I'm sure, your parents would have wanted to be here." Karen's hands gripped tight against her suitcase.

"I . . . I'm sure they would have, Aleksi, I'm sure . . . " Her voice trailed off with a shudder, and in a rare moment of emotion, turned and wrapped her arms around Aleksi in a tight huf. "I'll miss you."

Left unsaid was: I'll miss them.

The old man patted her on the back consolingly. "I know, I know. Come on now, you'll have fun at Hogwarts, you've scarcely the time to be missing an old fogey like myself."

Blinking back unshed tears, Karen unwrapped herself from him, and nodded. With a small smile, she stepped into the train, Elijah trailing after her. Once inside, she entered the closest compartment to her, not particularly caring where she sat, so long as she was able to. She was unsurprised to find that it was occupied already; the door was closed, after all, usually a clear sign that someone had been through it.

^@Madly33
The occupant was a boy with light brown hair, with eyes of a similar color, if darker in shade. Karen cleared her throat to grab his attention, and gave a small curtsy.

"Good morning, is it too much to ask if I could share the compartment with you?" she inquired in a soft, yet clear voice, her light sapphire eyes locking directly with his chocolate brown ones.

Mana-Script Academy For The 'Gifted'

@The ghost in black Your part has been edited in :)

Mana-Script Academy For The 'Gifted'

@The ghost in black whoops, damn, must've slipped by. Sorry, I've been up late -_- Editing.

Mana-Script Academy For The 'Gifted'

Hahaha, something interesting popped in my head after going through another RP: has anyone ever attempted a crossover RP? Given the amount of RP's here that share similar themes, as well as a similar world/universe, or else is in an extremely vague setting, it's a wonder why no one has attempted it yet. Just food for thought :D

Mana-Script Academy For The 'Gifted'

Meruin Hazy's Exam

Meruin tried hard not to smile. Despite the dire situation she was in, despite the odds stacked against her, she found - much to her surprise - that she was enjoying herself. In spite of the pain, Meruin pressed forward, against pressure that she had never before experienced in her life. It was a new feeling that got her heart racing.

More blood dripped on the floor, and suddenly, Meruin's eyes narrowed. In a split second, she began diving down towards her opponent, her arms glowing as the runes drawn with her blood activated. Covering her front with her runed arms, Meruin practically crashed through the runes formed around her, and with ever inch closer to her opponent, the runes on her arms glowed brighter and brighter.

Her mouth moved quickly, forming upon them an aria for a spell, and more than that, the ground beneath her began shaking even as it began turning a blood-red hue.

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@Eklispe & @Zetsuko

DUEL

The Skeleton and Fairy both stared at Kieran's prone figure, mouths slightly open. This was not quite the direction they saw things going, after all.

"A-and with this," began the Skeleton hesitantly, checking for any sign at all that Kieran would rise. "I declare the winner of this match to be . . . Sol 'Windblade' . . ."

A thick silence permeated the air, and the crowd of walking bones chattered uncertainly. They were expecting a brawl, and instead, they recieved an involuntary surrender. Fo pouted, staring at Kieran on the floor.

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@the ghost in black

Aleksandra 'Hound' Galino

The Woman looked on with interest. Aleksandra was reckless, for sure, but also very determined; but did that determination stem from a critical blindness to her situation, or else did it come from genuine fearlessness? Either way, the only way to validate her headstrong charge as something other than foolishness, was if she had something with which she could secure her victory.

The Golden Titan paused, feeling the sudden spike in energy from Aleksandra, before quickly charging forward once more. The increase of power from Aleksandra might have been great in her own eyes, but to the Golden Titan, it was nothing more than a drop of water in a large pond. The Titan's themselves were not beings that could hold or use magic, but all the same, they were strong and experienced enough to recognize the difference in power between mages, and to them, Aleksandra - magically, at least - did not even rank in the top tens of thousand among their opponents.

If it were beings that radiated pure magic, then there was one to be more wary of. The Golden Titan's eyes shifted towards the woman watching them, her shockingly pink hair fluttering with the wind. She had been watching them since the beginning of their conflict, yet not once had they dared approach her.

Crouching low, the Golden Titan swept its fist in a wide arc towards Aleksandra, the blow having enough for to rock the earth without touching it. If Aleksandra didn't avoid it, or had some means of withstanding the blow, then she would without a doubt die once again.

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@MagusDream
The bartender shook her head. "Hey, don't sweat the details, 'kay? In any case, this school's a lot stranger than you'd anticipate, so believe me when I say your story probably isn't the most unusual - or confusing - one I've come across. Anyway, just enjoy the drink for now; alcohol has a way of alleviating most troubled minds," she said. "If you feel the need for any more, feel free to ask, though the next glass will probably cost you." With a smile and a wave, she turned around and returned to her place behind the bar, and began polishing beer mugs.

Hogwarts: Call of Darkness [Full]

Karen Diana Irving McGrave

Age
11

Appearance


Personality

Taciturn, collected, and dislikes becoming too excited. Karen, excluding wand-lore, prizes grace and excellence above all things. Young as she is, she has high standards that she holds herself and others to. She is a deep thinker, and prone to confronting another persons beliefs with her own. The idea of perfection drives her, and consequently, she's sometimes blind to her, and others, limits. Karen feels as if she has already found her direction in life - she moves with pride and with purpose, and always strives towards new heights. This was all due to how she was raised, and her subsequent orphaning.

Still, she does have her childish side. She enjoys teasing her classmates, or at the very least, putting them in awkward situations, but avoids going too far, as this is mainly for her enjoyment and not out of any malice. Karen, despite how high she tries to hold herself, is a very lonely little girl inside.

History

Born to a family of pure-bloods with a reputation for adventure and sudden bouts of inspiring insanity, Karen looked around her and saw giants. Each and everyone in her family were accomplished witches and wizards, some notable figures publicly, others choosing to conceal their talents for anonymity. Her parents were a group from the latter - they both were wand makers, and very good ones. However, not once did they ever sell their creations; they spent their whole life on research only, and relied on other sources to produce money.

Their research took them to strange and dangerous places, often times leaving behind Karen to be looked after by relatives. Their research was on the creation of the most powerful wand; a wand that could surpass even the fabled Elder Wand. Their hypothesis was that the skill of the wizard was irrelevant, and the key of the wands power should rely solely on the wand itself. To that end, they believed that to create the most powerful wand, only the best materials should be used during its crafting.

Over the course of ten years, the year after Karen was born, they went travelling around the world, chasing rumors and legends, mythical even by wizarding standards. They went after one mythical monster after the next, only returning home to compile and store their research and prototypes. Eventually, however, their adventuring took them too far and too deep into the mysteries of the world. They were in Africa when they disappeared, the only thing left of their existence was their research, and a packaged that arrived a week before, containing a wand, and addressed to Karen.

Karen, heartbroken at the time, vowed to continue their work, even if it killed her. Though they didn't spend much time with her, they were parents who genuinely loved her - their only mistake was to take a foot into the wrong direction. Their research took them to places where no one could return from, physically and mentally.

Blood Status
Pure Blood

Wand: Wood from Hyperion's branches & Phoenix Tail Feather Core / 10 inches

Pet: Elijah

Elijah is her friend, and one of two stalwart protectors. He's been with her since she was young, and has always alerted her to dangerous magical activity when nearby.

Mana-Script Academy For The 'Gifted'

gonna get a post up in a few hours. Also, wow @Zetsuko did not see that coming at all xD

Hogwarts: Call of Darkness [Full]

Karen Diana Irving McGrave

Age
11

Appearance


Personality

Taciturn, collected, and dislikes becoming too excited. Karen, excluding wand-lore, prizes grace and excellence above all things. Young as she is, she has high standards that she holds herself and others to. She is a deep thinker, and prone to confronting another persons beliefs with her own. The idea of perfection drives her, and consequently, she's sometimes blind to her, and others, limits. Karen feels as if she has already found her direction in life - she moves with pride and with purpose, and always strives towards new heights. This was all due to how she was raised, and her subsequent orphaning.

Still, she does have her childish side. She enjoys teasing her classmates, or at the very least, putting them in awkward situations, but avoids going too far, as this is mainly for her enjoyment and not out of any malice. Karen, despite how high she tries to hold herself, is a very lonely little girl inside.

History

Born to a family of pure-bloods with a reputation for adventure and sudden bouts of inspiring insanity, Karen looked around her and saw giants. Each and everyone in her family were accomplished witches and wizards, some notable figures publicly, others choosing to conceal their talents for anonymity. Her parents were a group from the latter - they both were wand makers, and very good ones. However, not once did they ever sell their creations; they spent their whole life on research only, and relied on other sources to produce money.

Their research took them to strange and dangerous places, often times leaving behind Karen to be looked after by relatives. Their research was on the creation of the most powerful wand; a wand that could surpass even the fabled Elder Wand. Their hypothesis was that the skill of the wizard was irrelevant, and the key of the wands power should rely solely on the wand itself. To that end, they believed that to create the most powerful wand, only the best materials should be used during its crafting.

Over the course of ten years, the year after Karen was born, they went travelling around the world, chasing rumors and legends, mythical even by wizarding standards. They went after one mythical monster after the next, only returning home to compile and store their research and prototypes. Eventually, however, their adventuring took them too far and too deep into the mysteries of the world. They were in Africa when they disappeared, the only thing left of their existence was their research, and a packaged that arrived a week before, containing a wand, and addressed to Karen.

Karen, heartbroken at the time, vowed to continue their work, even if it killed her. Though they didn't spend much time with her, they were parents who genuinely loved her - their only mistake was to take a foot into the wrong direction. Their research took them to places where no one could return from, physically and mentally.

Blood Status
Pure Blood

Wand: Wood from Hyperion's branches & Phoenix Tail Feather Core / 10 inches

Pet: Elijah

Elijah is her friend, and one of two stalwart protectors. He's been with her since she was young, and has always alerted her to dangerous magical activity when nearby.