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TheMinorFall
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STATUS: To those who would be interested, I’ve not been on here because I’m trying to establish a role playing server on discord. If you’d like to join me there, my discord is Kai#2189 send me a message! 9 yrs ago
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To those who would be interested, I’ve not been on here because I’m trying to establish a role playing server on discord. If you’d like to join me there, my discord is Kai#2189 send me a message!
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If you fight monsters for too long, you become one.
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Sorry for being absent as of late. But I will be returning in a few days to rp again! See you all then ;P
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Gearing up to get started with one or two new threads!
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As a role player, I like to play my characters in a way that enthralls others. If I can make people care about my character and what happens to him/her, then I feel I have succeeded. My play style is very much about having fun, but its also about challenging others to make choices and grow their characters.
I am a military member without many ways to outlet the stress of life, so I come to role playing to get away and get lost in the worlds we create. I love to write and I have been doing it for years. I'm not afraid to hop into a super serious, super in-depth thread, nor am I afraid to take part in your typical high school RP. If it interests me, I want to jump in and start driving the story.
I am a military member without many ways to outlet the stress of life, so I come to role playing to get away and get lost in the worlds we create. I love to write and I have been doing it for years. I'm not afraid to hop into a super serious, super in-depth thread, nor am I afraid to take part in your typical high school RP. If it interests me, I want to jump in and start driving the story.
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But if she can hear the thoughts of those around her and Cain is focusing on his thought, would she not hear it?
To steer clear of confusion, Cain did not share his name. It's not an oversight, rather strategic interaction! Lol it's okay. I don't really use the ox too much
His hand was a blur, even to his own trained eye, but he caught her hand gently. She was only a child. He had to keep reminding himself of that. He released her slowly, reluctantly. Removing his mask was not something he was used to yet. He wasn't sure he ever would be okay with it. It had been instilled in him not to, so it was just second nature. Was this what she meant? Was he 'surprised' by her action to take it?
He allowed the mask to peel from his face, still unsure why it was necessary. His skin held a pale glow against the sunlight, accented by shimmering, smooth scars from various encounters through his life. The metal of his piercings glinted, almost matching the luster of his eyes, but his face lay expressionless. He may as well have been a statue carved from the most stubborn marble.
Suddenly, as he looked at the child's face, he felt something. It was a warming in his chest, and he could feel a small dose of adrenaline enter his bloodstream. He felt... connected somehow to the little girl. It tormented his mind with questions. He knew not how to describe nor name the feeling one has when they make a friend. He had never experienced such a thing. He was hated, feared, or shunned by all. The only emotion he had known for the better part of his life had been hate, but this was different. This was the polar opposite of hate.
He extended a gloved hand and touched the girl's soft face. He didn't know why he did this. Maybe it was to make sure he wasn't dreaming or hallucinating. Maybe he wondered if she was feeling the same way. Either way, the interaction was very interesting. The only view he was capable of was an objective one; a cold, logical one. From that perspective, the thing he was feeling was new and that held his attention fully. It captivated him enough not to notice that a man had appeared, practically dragging one of the boys from before with him. By the time Cain noticed, the man was only steps away from him.
"What is this? You come here and practice voodoo magic on children and practically frighten the life from my boy here?!" The man exclaimed. Cain could hear it in his voice. There was a hint of fear, a trace of regret, but more than that was anger and opposition. This man had likely been ordered to come here, likely by his wife. Cain assumed, having read about families, that perhaps this was a territorial display to show the young boy not to have fear.
The ex-assassin forced an expression onto his face. If his theory was correct, and this girl had some greater intuition through touch, she would catch on. He deleted all other thought processes from his conscious mind and thought only one thing. "Do I eliminate this man, or not?" He would let her decide. She understood what the father might be feeling much better than Cain ever could, so the decision was hers.
@shylarah
He allowed the mask to peel from his face, still unsure why it was necessary. His skin held a pale glow against the sunlight, accented by shimmering, smooth scars from various encounters through his life. The metal of his piercings glinted, almost matching the luster of his eyes, but his face lay expressionless. He may as well have been a statue carved from the most stubborn marble.
Suddenly, as he looked at the child's face, he felt something. It was a warming in his chest, and he could feel a small dose of adrenaline enter his bloodstream. He felt... connected somehow to the little girl. It tormented his mind with questions. He knew not how to describe nor name the feeling one has when they make a friend. He had never experienced such a thing. He was hated, feared, or shunned by all. The only emotion he had known for the better part of his life had been hate, but this was different. This was the polar opposite of hate.
He extended a gloved hand and touched the girl's soft face. He didn't know why he did this. Maybe it was to make sure he wasn't dreaming or hallucinating. Maybe he wondered if she was feeling the same way. Either way, the interaction was very interesting. The only view he was capable of was an objective one; a cold, logical one. From that perspective, the thing he was feeling was new and that held his attention fully. It captivated him enough not to notice that a man had appeared, practically dragging one of the boys from before with him. By the time Cain noticed, the man was only steps away from him.
"What is this? You come here and practice voodoo magic on children and practically frighten the life from my boy here?!" The man exclaimed. Cain could hear it in his voice. There was a hint of fear, a trace of regret, but more than that was anger and opposition. This man had likely been ordered to come here, likely by his wife. Cain assumed, having read about families, that perhaps this was a territorial display to show the young boy not to have fear.
The ex-assassin forced an expression onto his face. If his theory was correct, and this girl had some greater intuition through touch, she would catch on. He deleted all other thought processes from his conscious mind and thought only one thing. "Do I eliminate this man, or not?" He would let her decide. She understood what the father might be feeling much better than Cain ever could, so the decision was hers.
@shylarah
Just think of it like a whole seperate story. That's what I've been doing lol, besides this is all for fun! *catches*
Btw here's the handsigns I use, this way I can just name them instead of describing them.. Because that's hard .-.
Btw here's the handsigns I use, this way I can just name them instead of describing them.. Because that's hard .-. His gaze followed her silently as she moved around. "I did nothing. They decided to flee, child." He corrected her. His attention went to her bag, which was blotched with fruit juices. He healed up one hand, his left, Ina manner as if he were trying to grab the bag from too far away. With his other hand, held up two fingers in a half-tora sign, "Earth style, reverse withering seal." He muttered as he applied his magicka. The juices and pulp of the fruit autonomously retraced and repaired itself, forming lumps in her bag once again. Once that was done, he reached further and took one from the bag. He lifted his mask halfway and bit into the soft fruit.
After he swallowed that bite, he asked, "Explain 'surprise', young one. I don't understand." He chomped at the plump peach again and awaited her response. This was an excellent learning opportunity. Children were especially emotional creatures, and since he was stopping to eat, he figured he might as well be productive in the process.
@shylarah
After he swallowed that bite, he asked, "Explain 'surprise', young one. I don't understand." He chomped at the plump peach again and awaited her response. This was an excellent learning opportunity. Children were especially emotional creatures, and since he was stopping to eat, he figured he might as well be productive in the process.
@shylarah
Cain remained there, sitting with his legs folded and his elbows resting on his knees. He gazed at the girl with his nickel stained eyes, studying her every movement as she fought against the boys. She was brave, but not smart or skilled. She ended up in the fetal position, and that's when the ex-assassin made his presence known. He let out a weak pulse of magic. It's only purpose was to prompt the subconscious minds of the boys to pay attention to him. And so they fled in fear.
It was then that the girl picked heralded up and looked to Cain. There were a few emotions that he was familiar with: anger, fear, sadness. He had seen them many times in his previous line of work, and logged them away in memory to help him identify later. Her expression was strange to him. There didn't seem to be fear, rather some kind of questioning. He couldn't put a name to what he was seeing.
He cocked his head at a slight angle as he made a realization. He had seen this girl before. She was smaller then. Had it been so long? He stopped keeping track of time long before he left the clan. He decided he had questions for her. After all, there was not a time limit on his assignment.
"What does your expression signify, child?" He asked in his deep, rough voice. It was distorted by a previous slash across the throat, which he had patched himself as a teenager and survived.
@shylarah
It was then that the girl picked heralded up and looked to Cain. There were a few emotions that he was familiar with: anger, fear, sadness. He had seen them many times in his previous line of work, and logged them away in memory to help him identify later. Her expression was strange to him. There didn't seem to be fear, rather some kind of questioning. He couldn't put a name to what he was seeing.
He cocked his head at a slight angle as he made a realization. He had seen this girl before. She was smaller then. Had it been so long? He stopped keeping track of time long before he left the clan. He decided he had questions for her. After all, there was not a time limit on his assignment.
"What does your expression signify, child?" He asked in his deep, rough voice. It was distorted by a previous slash across the throat, which he had patched himself as a teenager and survived.
@shylarah
Name: Aldiel
Age: 19
Attire/Appearance: Aldiel is average height at around five feet, eight inches tall. He is lean, but not unhealthily, with skin that is not often touched by the sun. His footwear into which his black, canvas cargo pants are usually stuffed, is a pair of boots that lie somewhat between combat and casual black leather. His torso, arms, hands, and neck (stopping at his jawline) are adorned by elegant scrolling symbols and writings in metallic gold that he was born with, as most angels are. He doesn't not understand them, nor can he read them. He usually wears a plain, wide-necked, cloud gray, long-sleeved shirt that almost looks too big for him, yet compliments his figure. His stubborn, messy, white hair spills to his shoulders, but no further. Finally he has distinct, soft, red eyes that separate him from full-blooded Angels with gold eyes. The common though among the angelic people is that tibia a mark of his tainted genes. His wings are not overly big or small, and only appear at his will. The magical appendages don't rip his shirt when sprouted, but seem to sprout and retract in a supernatural manner that even he doesn't fully understand. He can only fly for short distances, but it's enough to get his deliveries done.
Race: half angel
Gender:Male
Occupation: package delivery.
Location: the south end, and parts of east end.
Alignment: Unaligned (subject to change)
A Brief History: When the monsters and creatures of old came to rise, demons and Angels alike were among them. These were the names given to these races that portrayed the traits that humans saw as good and evil. Angels, in reality were simply a higher race of elves that could summon magical wings and take flight. They were born with divine markings that contain secrets pertaining uniquely to each individual angel in some way. They quickly took control of much of the financial dealings of the east, along with the more aristocratic portion of the entertainment.
Aldiel doesn't remember much of his childhood in the east end with his mother, Zerulia. He barely knows her face, but he does remember being cast out after it was discovered that his father was a human. He was on his own at twelve years old, living as a slave to a perverted old man. He was beaten and violated for three years until the official decided he was "too old" to keep. He was sold into the human slave trade where he was purchased by a man by the name of Roland Von Federclad, the mail chief of the south district. Roland nursed the teenager to the best physical and mental/emotional health that he could and gave him a job.
With a new sense of purpose and belonging, Aldiel's childhood behavior of smiles and positivity returned and he carried out his deliveries with pride. It won't be long, though, until he learns of his adopted father/ owner's true ambition.
Other: despite his happy nature, Aldiel is a bit of a sorrowful loner on the inside. He often sits atop buildings and wonders where and who his true father is.
@shylarah @Kokushi
Age: 19
Attire/Appearance: Aldiel is average height at around five feet, eight inches tall. He is lean, but not unhealthily, with skin that is not often touched by the sun. His footwear into which his black, canvas cargo pants are usually stuffed, is a pair of boots that lie somewhat between combat and casual black leather. His torso, arms, hands, and neck (stopping at his jawline) are adorned by elegant scrolling symbols and writings in metallic gold that he was born with, as most angels are. He doesn't not understand them, nor can he read them. He usually wears a plain, wide-necked, cloud gray, long-sleeved shirt that almost looks too big for him, yet compliments his figure. His stubborn, messy, white hair spills to his shoulders, but no further. Finally he has distinct, soft, red eyes that separate him from full-blooded Angels with gold eyes. The common though among the angelic people is that tibia a mark of his tainted genes. His wings are not overly big or small, and only appear at his will. The magical appendages don't rip his shirt when sprouted, but seem to sprout and retract in a supernatural manner that even he doesn't fully understand. He can only fly for short distances, but it's enough to get his deliveries done.
Race: half angel
Gender:Male
Occupation: package delivery.
Location: the south end, and parts of east end.
Alignment: Unaligned (subject to change)
A Brief History: When the monsters and creatures of old came to rise, demons and Angels alike were among them. These were the names given to these races that portrayed the traits that humans saw as good and evil. Angels, in reality were simply a higher race of elves that could summon magical wings and take flight. They were born with divine markings that contain secrets pertaining uniquely to each individual angel in some way. They quickly took control of much of the financial dealings of the east, along with the more aristocratic portion of the entertainment.
Aldiel doesn't remember much of his childhood in the east end with his mother, Zerulia. He barely knows her face, but he does remember being cast out after it was discovered that his father was a human. He was on his own at twelve years old, living as a slave to a perverted old man. He was beaten and violated for three years until the official decided he was "too old" to keep. He was sold into the human slave trade where he was purchased by a man by the name of Roland Von Federclad, the mail chief of the south district. Roland nursed the teenager to the best physical and mental/emotional health that he could and gave him a job.
With a new sense of purpose and belonging, Aldiel's childhood behavior of smiles and positivity returned and he carried out his deliveries with pride. It won't be long, though, until he learns of his adopted father/ owner's true ambition.
Other: despite his happy nature, Aldiel is a bit of a sorrowful loner on the inside. He often sits atop buildings and wonders where and who his true father is.
@shylarah @Kokushi
When he still followed the teachings of them, kind of.
Cain was adopted into a clan of assassins who's belief is in the "Ultimate State". They believed that only the purest folk deserve to be sent there, and the only way to be sent there is to die. They sought out those who were "worthy of death" and executed them. Great warriors, Royals, peasents. It didn't matter. whoever they encountered that was worthy, they killed them.
Cain realized one day that he was not born into the clan and decided that their work was so pure in intention that they were all worth of death, except himself. he was devoid of emotion and figured he would not be good for the Ultimate State. So he killed them all and set out to continue the work. He encounters a noble woman by the name Azierr and realizes that she is the perfect soul for the State and sets out to destroy her, but is foiled in hi first attempt by a whole group of adventurers. It took six well trained, hardened adventurers to even cut his skin.
That's about where the thread ended (for Cain) but Avarice and I decided it would be good for the plot if he were related to Morgana and the royal family. So, for the masquerade I decided I would bring in the version of him that had been defeated and learned of his family connection once again. He is the son of the founder of Artanis's Royal Guard if I remember correctly, and has been accepted by the new royal family as a sword to call upon when needed. He no longer wishes to kill, but that doesn't mean he wont hurt people. @shylarah
Cain was adopted into a clan of assassins who's belief is in the "Ultimate State". They believed that only the purest folk deserve to be sent there, and the only way to be sent there is to die. They sought out those who were "worthy of death" and executed them. Great warriors, Royals, peasents. It didn't matter. whoever they encountered that was worthy, they killed them.
Cain realized one day that he was not born into the clan and decided that their work was so pure in intention that they were all worth of death, except himself. he was devoid of emotion and figured he would not be good for the Ultimate State. So he killed them all and set out to continue the work. He encounters a noble woman by the name Azierr and realizes that she is the perfect soul for the State and sets out to destroy her, but is foiled in hi first attempt by a whole group of adventurers. It took six well trained, hardened adventurers to even cut his skin.
That's about where the thread ended (for Cain) but Avarice and I decided it would be good for the plot if he were related to Morgana and the royal family. So, for the masquerade I decided I would bring in the version of him that had been defeated and learned of his family connection once again. He is the son of the founder of Artanis's Royal Guard if I remember correctly, and has been accepted by the new royal family as a sword to call upon when needed. He no longer wishes to kill, but that doesn't mean he wont hurt people. @shylarah
It was his first job in a very long time. The royalty of Artanis had been reluctant to trust him, but the sincerity of his lack of emotion was a good thing. The council had determined that an emotionless person would not seek revenge, nor linger on events of the past. He would do as he was told. Cain intended to honor this, although his first priority was always to try and understand other people. He had been killing them for so long that he had forgotten what it was to be human. The pure logic of his mind had been weighted with a longing to rediscover what it meant to be human.
The former assassin stood, perched atop the peak angle of a roof, scouring the town for his target. His attire was the same he had always worn in his former life, black wrappings and fabric that made him look almost like a living shadow. He was the one who set the bar for all assassins, he was quiet, deadly, and cold. His wrappings and bits of worn and tattered fabric fluttered in the wind as he looked over the market district. He did not know the name of his employer, nor the target. He merely had a mental image, but that was enough. She had run away for the better part of the day, and he was to bring her back safely. This was a new kind of job for him.
It didn't take him long to spot the clothes. They stood out like a sore thumb against the dreary brown of the market and slum. Cain placed his new mask on his face. His old one didn't stay well now that he was staring to grow hair. This mask was made of the same obsidian steel, but had a more obscure depiction of the shape of a skull as its form. He squatted and dropped to ground level.
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As Cain approached the girl and her opponents, he caught sight of her brush with the boy. There was magic there, and suddenly she understood his feelings. This was very interesting. Cain emerged from the shadows and took a seat in the dirt. He sat Indian style and waited for the boys to catch sight of him. Certainly it would not take much to frighten off a few thug-wannabes.
@shylarah
The former assassin stood, perched atop the peak angle of a roof, scouring the town for his target. His attire was the same he had always worn in his former life, black wrappings and fabric that made him look almost like a living shadow. He was the one who set the bar for all assassins, he was quiet, deadly, and cold. His wrappings and bits of worn and tattered fabric fluttered in the wind as he looked over the market district. He did not know the name of his employer, nor the target. He merely had a mental image, but that was enough. She had run away for the better part of the day, and he was to bring her back safely. This was a new kind of job for him.
It didn't take him long to spot the clothes. They stood out like a sore thumb against the dreary brown of the market and slum. Cain placed his new mask on his face. His old one didn't stay well now that he was staring to grow hair. This mask was made of the same obsidian steel, but had a more obscure depiction of the shape of a skull as its form. He squatted and dropped to ground level.
****
As Cain approached the girl and her opponents, he caught sight of her brush with the boy. There was magic there, and suddenly she understood his feelings. This was very interesting. Cain emerged from the shadows and took a seat in the dirt. He sat Indian style and waited for the boys to catch sight of him. Certainly it would not take much to frighten off a few thug-wannabes.
@shylarah
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