Whirlwind

Of the Last of Us

Keela said ”I know, I know,” in a soft, calming voice of pity as the girl spoke out in some language she didn’t understand. Keela had enough of a motherly instinct to be able to almost understand what the girl was saying without words though, and watched Runa begin the healing process with water as they went back to her home. It was almost healed by the time they returned, and Keela set the girl on her own bed, trying to make her as comfortable as possible. As Runa performed her own magic, Keela got her own remedies ready, and returned with a paste of herbs she rubbed on Celest’s leg. ”This will get rid of the bruising. It seems whatever healing abilities Runa has are comparable to my own and between us, your leg should be better in no time,” Keela said gently, nodding to Runa with a smile as she used her hand that was not covered in herbs to rub the injured girls hair from her face. Keela wiped off her hand and looked over to just now notice Blake who she nodded to with a small smile. ”We found an injured girl. Poor thing broke her leg,” she said, looking back to Celest.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP

I’m not good with names so I think they’re fine
I’ve never used a chatroom for an rp before but I’m open to it if others want one

Experiments

It was tempting to have a bunch of guards try raining down all kinds of weapons towards Six in my post, just to watch the guys scramble for funsies, but I refrained.

Experiments

Six let out a little yelp and her back hit the wall behind her when she heard bullets but they were stopped as heavy footfalls landed in front of her, obviously taking the blow. They didn’t sound like they hit flesh though, the noise was odd. Reaching out, Six felt the certainly different feeling skin of 080 and breathed a sigh of relief. Sure she could hear the booted footsteps of the guards, but no, she couldn’t hear a bullet or any other long range weapon until she was hit basically. She took a few deep breaths to calm herself when she heard 080 speak to her. Careful. These guards like to try and flank. Listening for them does not always work. I can be your eyes for now if you like. ”I don’t want anyone getting hurt for me, but yes being my eyes in a sense would help I suppose,” she said very quickly, feeling like everything was rushing. Time, people, emotions. Everything was happening very fast. Her ears caught an already familiar voice call out Hey Eighty, a little help over here ”You should help. I’ll be okay,” she told the man who she was unsure of his powers, though now she could guess he could stop bullets somehow. Obviously Three needed help, and if he got hurt because Eighty was watching her, she’d never forgive herself. After a moment however, a whistling and slightest breeze came towards her chest. She twitched and tried to move, but the arrow would have still at least hit her arm if Shin had not gotten in front of her and stopped the weapon from piercing her body. She heard a snap and flinched slightly again before a chilly, skeletal feeling hand took hold of hers. She squeezed his hand tightly, fear now allowed to come out in the simple touch since she was far too proud to admit such a thing as she heard his voice. Ya really shouldn’t have done that She almost shivered herself at the coldness of it despite the comfort of a human touch. After a moment she felt him squeeze her hand in return and a quickness to his voice when he asked if she was alright. ”Yes, yes I’m fine,” she said quietly, reassuringly, and feeling very protected by this group of people who really owed nothing to her. And now she owed her life to 066 for staging the break out, Jalo for breaking down her door, 080 for taking a bullet for her, and Shin for stopping the arrow. How was she ever going to repay them?

Besieged

It was a typical morning of Adrina. She woke at dawn, beginning her long list of many chores. Collect the eggs, milk the cow, let the goats out of their pen, help mother cook breakfast. It was all rather tedious and boring. She had made it a habit though so it didn’t seem to drag on quite so long. Her father woke and tended to the animals as well before coming to breakfast, a humble pile of potato hash and an egg each. They ate and talked together as a family before her father left to go to the royal stables, beginning his day of work while the cleaning chores began around the house. Being 18 and unmarried (much to her parents’ chagrin) Adrina was expected to do those as well. She began her long list of things to get done before lunch time, knowing after she brought her father his lunch she had the afternoon free to do as she willed. At the moment though, the laundry hung out on the line begged to be beaten, so she went and began hitting them as the sun began to beat down on her head.

[This Roleplay Is Closed] - Camp Half-Blood (Demigod RP)

Faris smirked at Connor, certainly complimented that he thought her mischievousness was more appealing than just being drunk and stupid. ”I understand. I’ll see you around, Grandpa,” she said, nodding to him as Connor walked away. Perhaps he was right. Maybe she shouldn’t cross anyone, but then she wouldn’t really be herself. Then again, it would suck to be at this god forsaken camp with no friends. But her friends would just laugh it off if they realized what she was doing, not get pissed. She was mulling things over in her mind when Gaspard walked back up with a drink. ”Sure,” she said after a small pause, flashing a nice smile. She watched Gaspard while putting her lips to the cup but only letting the liquid touch her lips, not ingesting anymore at the moment. He seemed to be thinking things over for a long time before he finally gave a cold seeming smile and said she would have to start the fire herself. Ah, perhaps he had figured her out. If he had, he didn’t seem mad.

Faris shrugged and then shook her head when he offered her food, reaching up and patting his shoulder. ”Nah, my French debonair. This petit lapin is going back to her sad excuse for a cabin. It was a good idea though wasn’t it? A fire just to tick a god off? Ha! It’s sounds mad but that’s the fun in it,” she smirked, knowing just a little French from her homeschooling. Not enough to mention ever but enough to just play around. ”Enjoy your… boar though. And perhaps we shall have a flame between us some other night. Cheers!” she said, raising her glass to him as she took a step backwards and turned around, heading back to the Ares Cabin. Well, she’d had a little fun. Not as much as she’d hoped, but a little anyway. And she’d gotten a feel for the camp. Everyone was scared shitless to piss off a god. Well. That just wouldn’t work for her.

Of the Last of Us

Keela continued eating and chuckled slightly at Runa even though she was sure she wasn’t trying to be funny, it was a clever thing that she and Blake had managed to get the girl here without waking. ”It’s my home. You see…” she started when she heard someone cry out. Frowning, Keela set her bowl down and, feet almost blurry with how quick the girl moved, she exited her how, peering around for the source of the noise. [b]”Hello?” she called, heading in the direction she thought she heard it. A cry. She turned and headed in the direction and came upon a girl who leg was obviously broken. ”Oh you poor thing!” Keela ran up to her, concern obvious in her eyes. ”I’m going to try and carry you back to my home,” she reassured the woman, grunting slightly as she shifted and tried to pick her up with as little harm to the girl’s leg as possible. She then began attempting to make her way back to her grove.

Rome

RomanAria said
:O Oh my word. All accepted. Good job.

Yay! Thank ya

In the Shadows (Vampire Roleplay)

Wraithblade6 said
Mithias and Evelyn are currently at Eve's house, working on a conversation in pm's. fyi

Yes, to be posted once they each retire for the evening :)

Rome

Let me know if anything needs to be reworked!

Main Character CS

Name: Ateret

Age: 18

Nationality: Roman

Rank within nation: Upper merchant class

Appearance:

Bio: Ateret’s father in a man who started out as a slave and worked on the docks. Working to his freedom, he became a freeman and eventually bought the shipping business when the man who used to be his master fell ill. He got quite the low price for it as well considering his ‘master’ thought of him like a son. Marcus (her father) grew the business in ways his master could have never imagined and eventually became a high class individual and married Ateret’s mother, Divinia. They were madly in love and perfect for one another. Ateret was a breach birth however, and the doctor’s tried performing a cesarean on her to save both mother and baby. It failed though, with Divinia losing massive amounts of blood. Her faithful servant Hadassah stayed by her side the whole time though, and Divinia asked Hadassah to be the baby’s nursemaid and care for her, and name her. Before she died, Hadassah told her the name of her baby girl, and she left the world with a smile on her face.
Ateret’s father always had a bittersweet emotion towards his daughter and life from that moment on. He eventually remarried a noble woman unlike Ateret’s mom, and they had a daughter as well. This daughter was named Nona. Growing up in their large marble home, Ateret often felt trapped and would spend her time with Hadassah and the other servants, or leave the house in regular clothes to associate with lower classes whom she found more comfortable to be around and diverse. Her stepmother Aedre constantly barrages Marcus to get Ateret to be higher class and settle down, to make them proud. Marcus sees so much of Divinia in her though, he finds it hard to be strict.
Recently, a man named Crispus from a politician’s family asked for Nona’s hand in marriage. Marrying off the younger daughter before the oldest caused Marcus to start buckling down with Ateret and demand she become more appealing. His friends were chiding him and laughing about his daughter that no one wanted to marry. Aedre was rather happy simply because of the type her daughter had managed to attract, getting her married off at the age of 15, almost 16. Being 18, Ateret is being told her time is almost up to get married to anyone good. She cares about disappointing her father and feels bitter towards her stepsister and stepmother, but would rather be happy than have the life her stepsister has been having lately, considering Crispus’ various affairs already. And it actually spared her an unhappy life, as prior to Crispus proposing to her sister, she had a small infatuation with Crispus that he only fanned the flames of, just to marry her sister instead.
She doesn’t not believe in the gods and goddesses, but doesn’t believe they have a hand in her everyday affairs if they do exist.

Strengths, weaknesses, phobias: She knows how to use a sword proficiently thanks to some of her male friends who she grew up with, so they tend to think of her as less of a girl and more one of them. She also went to school and can read, write, read music, and sing. She is smart and well spoken, as well as athletic and one to question the norms. She even tried to convince her father to get her into the legionnaires but knew he couldn’t because of her gender. Ateret is famously fickle, becoming interested in one thing and dropping it when she gets bored, a definite fault of hers. She is also not stronger than an average man, but she could outwit or out fight one in a sword duel. She cannot hold up a proper shield though or fight well with any kind of armor. She is very good at scraping, but hasn’t done so in a while since at the age of 12 her father saw her and made her promise to never again so it has only been a rare thing for her to do since. She is very much a person who does before thinking, and has a hard time opening up to people.

Ambition: To find her place in the world where she belongs since she doesn’t quite fit into what’s expected from her. More than likely one to expose corruption in Rome.

Merchant CS

Name: Marcus

Age: 37

Nationality: Roman

Rank within nation: Upper class merchant

Appearance:

Background: (Check main character CS) Born a slave, worked on the docks, eventually inherited/bought the shipping company her was a slave for, built it into a basic monopoly, had a first marriage and daughter Ateret, wife died in childbirth, remarried and had a second daughter Nona, who is now married herself.

Strengths, weaknesses, phobias, etc: He is a strong individual all around. Marcus grew up learning life the hard way and still embodies a hard working spirit and work ethic. Many say he is too harsh a man. His weakness is his girls, Ateret, Aedre, and Nona. And of course his memories of his late wife Divinia. Otherwise he has few weaknesses.

Ambition: To always be a success, provide for his family, and see his daughters married noble and well off.

Deceased Mother

Name: Divinia

Age: Deceased (died at age 17)

Nationality: Roman

Rank within nation: Merchant wife

Appearance:

Background: (Check Main Character CS) Fell in love with Marcus when he was still a slave and always believed in his ability to succeed. Died in childbirth with Ateret.

Strengths, weaknesses, phobias: N/A

Ambition: N/A

Household Slave Woman

Name: Hadassah

Age: 57

Nationality: Hebrew

Rank within nation: Slave

Appearance:

Background: (Check Main Character CS) Was the slave girl for Divinia, passed on to Ateret

Strengths, weaknesses, phobias, etc.: A healer in many respects, and excellent in household duties. She was a great companion and friend to Divinia, and mother figure to Ateret.

Ambition: To be happy and for Ateret to be happy

Noble Woman

Name: Nona

Age: 16

Nationality: Roman

Rank within nation: Noble woman

Appearance:

Background: (Check Main Character’s CS) Daughter of Marcus and Aedre, little sister of Ateret, wife of Crispus. She was born to Marcus and Aedre and was their pride and joy. A dark haired, pale beauty she was easily married off to Crispus, who she convinced to marry her in secret after promising him a large dowry, in order for her to marry a noble.

Strengths, weaknesses, phobias: She is great at ignoring rumors in public, but lets them affect her personally. She very much believes in the god and goddess’ powers, and seeks them for help daily. She is seen around Rome often, dressed fine and in perfumes to catch attention, as she has a weakness for it.

Ambition: To be better than her sister at everything

Noble

Name: Crispus

Age: 21

Nationality: Roman

Rank within nation: Noble

Appearance:

Background: (Check Main Character’s CS) Crispus is everything a spoiled Roman brat should be. He thinks he’s the greatest thing to ever hit Rome, and doesn’t hide his affairs with multiple women now that he’s married. Prior, he would keep them secret, but now that he’s got Nona and her dowry, he figures he can do what he wants. Including continuing to play with her sister’s emotions.

Strengths, weaknesses, phobias: His strength is his charisma with women and his good looks. Men tend not to buy it though. His weakness is a pretty woman and power. And he is afraid of messing up his ‘perfect’ face so he will always run from a fight.

Ambition: To be the youngest senator in Rome and lead a life of continued privilege for others to envy

Merchant Wife

Name: Aedre

Age: 34

Nationality: Roman

Rank within nation: Noble merchant wife

Appearance:

Background: (Check Main Character’s CS) Born a noble woman, she was always expected to marry nobility. When she saw the money the poor widower Marcus made though, she took a step down to get more than just old money. She saw the potential in his business through greedy eyes. When she had her daughter though, she bred her to marry noble, eager for her to have a privileged life guaranteed. She also despises Ateret, though she lets it known through how she bothers Marcus about her and her reputation more so than any other way.

Strengths, weaknesses, phobias: Her strength is in her cunning. She is very devious and has many dirty deals behind her husband’s back. She does love Marcus though, and would be devastated to lose him (though admittedly she would recover quickly with all the money he’d leave behind). She would also do absolutely anything for her daughter Nona.

Ambition: Riches, and to see her daughter as the envy of the city