The Iron Youth
Aged Streaker
/whips out the abacus
| +1 I'm Interested! |
  
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64.3% | [ 18 ] |
| +0 Maybe, just looking. Loitering. |
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35.7% | [ 10 ] |
| Total Votes: | [ 28 ] | ||
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Shy Phantom
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Shy Phantom
The Iron Youth
Aged Streaker
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Shy Phantom
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Shy Phantom
The Azure Knight
Distinct Pumpkin
1,550 Points
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The Iron Youth
Aged Streaker
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Shy Phantom
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Shy Phantom
Finally finished this! I am putting this here first for you guys to take a look at. The sample is from an old roleplay when I played a Wild Mage a bit fixed up. Phew. Hopefully it helps!
read the example here before copy/pasting the code!
read the example here before copy/pasting the code!
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Okay, what goes right here is very important. It can be any length at all but at least a paragraph so knock yourself out. Whatever you think will be long enough to do what is asked for. Since I mentioned this briefly in the rules, I won't go over it all again. This is going to be your sample and proof you know exactly what your character is. Remember, I am here to help you with this one so come and ask me questions. What you send here isn't set in stone so you can always fix it if I give you pointers/ideas/etc. Have fun fleshing out and interpreting what this magic means but be sure to remain within the boundaries of strengths and weaknesses. Those are definitely there for a reason.
So what exactly goes here? You are going to be writing as your character as you would be in the roleplay. But not just anything, I want you to have your character using their magic in your sample here. Show me how they use their magic by how you interrupt what I had written about it. You can use anything, within reason, to express what is going on. From their history with their power to the consequences of using this power of theirs. It doesn't have to be anything huge. It could be one paragraph! It is also to help you get a feel for your character.
Example:
Okay, what goes right here is very important. It can be any length at all but at least a paragraph so knock yourself out. Whatever you think will be long enough to do what is asked for. Since I mentioned this briefly in the rules, I won't go over it all again. This is going to be your sample and proof you know exactly what your character is. Remember, I am here to help you with this one so come and ask me questions. What you send here isn't set in stone so you can always fix it if I give you pointers/ideas/etc. Have fun fleshing out and interpreting what this magic means but be sure to remain within the boundaries of strengths and weaknesses. Those are definitely there for a reason.
So what exactly goes here? You are going to be writing as your character as you would be in the roleplay. But not just anything, I want you to have your character using their magic in your sample here. Show me how they use their magic by how you interrupt what I had written about it. You can use anything, within reason, to express what is going on. From their history with their power to the consequences of using this power of theirs. It doesn't have to be anything huge. It could be one paragraph! It is also to help you get a feel for your character.
Example:
The beat of his heart was no longer steady, his skin burning as hot as coals. As her hand brushed over his clammy forehead, his eyes rolled restlessly behind his lids, breath rough and unsteady through parted lips. The fever was growing steadily higher and nothing she nor the physicians could do would stop it. He was not the first, he was the second. In his attempt to aid his brother-at-arms he now burned with fever. If only it was not so. Her jaw clenched and she lifted a cold rag to press it to his forehead. There was nothing else she could do to stop the fever. The magic wasn't responding to her either, not for this. Her suspicions had spiked with the fever symptom. His majesty had to know.
"Lady Wildmage!" Laen turned sharply, head snapping up in the direction of the voice who called her. After that, no more words were needed in explanation.
"Keep him cool," she ordered. "If he can still swallow, he needs to be hydrated. Put ground inetane Root in in the water." The woman nodded and turned away to do as she was told. Thus, the wildmage moved across the floor to the other side of the room, a place quarantined from the rest of the room. She brushed the fabric aside and slipped inside, grabbing a mask to cover her face like the rest of them. "Lyerilpol will need to be quarantined as well. The symptoms match. He may no longer be contagious, either of them, but I do not want to risk it." She slid to the side of the bed, one of the physicians leaving to ensure her words were taken care to. Her lips pulled into a frown beneath the mask, her brow tightening. The discoloring in his skin had begun to swell. Before she had thought them to be bruises but the violet patches were sores that swelled into pouches of puss... if that was what it was. The scout was tied down to the bed, wounds from his struggle only scabbed over, some burst from further struggle: his fits the prior day when he first appeared before them were beginning to pass. But with that calming came the appearance of sores, and his skin as cold as ice. They were growing larger, one could almost see them growing. And upon seeing them, fear clutched at her heart. She knew what this was. She could see it in the eyes of the other healers. He would die, they all knew he would die.
"Send word to the king," she whispered, keeping her voice steady, unwilling to let it shake. She would not allow them to see her fear. Instead, she opened the pouch at her hip, hand digging in to grab a piece of chalk gifted to her from the others in just one of the many signs of friendship. None of them could doubt what she was doing, not as they backed up, allowing her to draw the circle around the entire bed, the ends connecting. She straightened, dropping it back in her pouch as she moved over to the ailing man. Her jaw tightened and she pulled out her knife and tugged a piece of hair from her head. She dropped it in the bowl next to her and lifted it. Only then did she add the rest of the ingredients. Herbs and plants were in abundance within the infirmary. The more complicated the spell, the more was needed - usually. Only the most simple of spells did not need such things. Instead, she put the filled bowl onto the foot of the bed and stopped before it. The room went silent except for the sound of his labored breathing, and the motions of the others on the other side of the barrier. She lit the contents of the bowl on fire.
Thus, she lifted the knife and sliced open her palm, allowing the blood to well up and spill over her skin. As it hit the flame, it sizzled, turning the color from golden-red to deep green edged in pure blues. Twisting the knife in her hand, she gripped the keystone at her neck that was always hung by a chain. She drew energy from it, drawing to mind what she desired to have. Fire. The energy from the keystone flooded into her. She would need to refill the keystone, it would soon be empty of her energy. And in that moment the shimmering barrier formed above the center of the Circle and spread outwards to meet it: completely covering her and the bed within it. It was like a flood of light, a shimmering in the air as if a mirage in great heat. And in that moment she felt the Presence descend on her shoulders, the presence of the Elemental about her. Her eyes closed, allowing to form into her mind what she desired. She could not draw him from death... it would kill her, she knew it. All she could do was one thing: alleviate his suffering and in turn she would pay the price for it. She could feel the recognition of the Elemental, it would accept it. And thus, she felt the pressure heighten, heavy upon her mind, heavy upon her shoulders. She had to pay the Price eventually if not soon.
The power flooded through her veins, recognizing that no energy to cast the spell would come from her but the Elemental alone. She moved, allowing the Magic to guide her. She put her hand against his brow and though nothing appeared to happen, she could suddenly feel his entirety before her. His eyes moved restlessly beneath the lids before they opened then closed again. The glowing warmth radiated from her hands though was invisible to the eyes. His breathing calmed but only for a moment as his tight body relaxed. Then, suddenly, he jerked, hands tightening with a terrible shudder through his body. She immediately cut contact from him and the Elemental, recoiling lest his death be on her hands.
She could feel the weight leaving her shoulders, but not the weight of the Price she had to pay.
"Lady wildmage?"
She closed her eyes. "Dispose of the body. He cannot receive funeral rights. The body needs to be destroyed so the disease cannot spread." She knew how terrible a thing it was... to deny him his last rights... what they believed would allow them into the afterlife. But if that were to happen, the disease could spread. It was a choice she had to make and that choice they would follow even if it was something they refused to accept. She dried the knife of her blood and wrapped her palm in a clean linen so it would stop bleeding. Another scar to add to her collection. Another wound that would never heal.
"Lady Wildmage!" Laen turned sharply, head snapping up in the direction of the voice who called her. After that, no more words were needed in explanation.
"Keep him cool," she ordered. "If he can still swallow, he needs to be hydrated. Put ground inetane Root in in the water." The woman nodded and turned away to do as she was told. Thus, the wildmage moved across the floor to the other side of the room, a place quarantined from the rest of the room. She brushed the fabric aside and slipped inside, grabbing a mask to cover her face like the rest of them. "Lyerilpol will need to be quarantined as well. The symptoms match. He may no longer be contagious, either of them, but I do not want to risk it." She slid to the side of the bed, one of the physicians leaving to ensure her words were taken care to. Her lips pulled into a frown beneath the mask, her brow tightening. The discoloring in his skin had begun to swell. Before she had thought them to be bruises but the violet patches were sores that swelled into pouches of puss... if that was what it was. The scout was tied down to the bed, wounds from his struggle only scabbed over, some burst from further struggle: his fits the prior day when he first appeared before them were beginning to pass. But with that calming came the appearance of sores, and his skin as cold as ice. They were growing larger, one could almost see them growing. And upon seeing them, fear clutched at her heart. She knew what this was. She could see it in the eyes of the other healers. He would die, they all knew he would die.
"Send word to the king," she whispered, keeping her voice steady, unwilling to let it shake. She would not allow them to see her fear. Instead, she opened the pouch at her hip, hand digging in to grab a piece of chalk gifted to her from the others in just one of the many signs of friendship. None of them could doubt what she was doing, not as they backed up, allowing her to draw the circle around the entire bed, the ends connecting. She straightened, dropping it back in her pouch as she moved over to the ailing man. Her jaw tightened and she pulled out her knife and tugged a piece of hair from her head. She dropped it in the bowl next to her and lifted it. Only then did she add the rest of the ingredients. Herbs and plants were in abundance within the infirmary. The more complicated the spell, the more was needed - usually. Only the most simple of spells did not need such things. Instead, she put the filled bowl onto the foot of the bed and stopped before it. The room went silent except for the sound of his labored breathing, and the motions of the others on the other side of the barrier. She lit the contents of the bowl on fire.
Thus, she lifted the knife and sliced open her palm, allowing the blood to well up and spill over her skin. As it hit the flame, it sizzled, turning the color from golden-red to deep green edged in pure blues. Twisting the knife in her hand, she gripped the keystone at her neck that was always hung by a chain. She drew energy from it, drawing to mind what she desired to have. Fire. The energy from the keystone flooded into her. She would need to refill the keystone, it would soon be empty of her energy. And in that moment the shimmering barrier formed above the center of the Circle and spread outwards to meet it: completely covering her and the bed within it. It was like a flood of light, a shimmering in the air as if a mirage in great heat. And in that moment she felt the Presence descend on her shoulders, the presence of the Elemental about her. Her eyes closed, allowing to form into her mind what she desired. She could not draw him from death... it would kill her, she knew it. All she could do was one thing: alleviate his suffering and in turn she would pay the price for it. She could feel the recognition of the Elemental, it would accept it. And thus, she felt the pressure heighten, heavy upon her mind, heavy upon her shoulders. She had to pay the Price eventually if not soon.
The power flooded through her veins, recognizing that no energy to cast the spell would come from her but the Elemental alone. She moved, allowing the Magic to guide her. She put her hand against his brow and though nothing appeared to happen, she could suddenly feel his entirety before her. His eyes moved restlessly beneath the lids before they opened then closed again. The glowing warmth radiated from her hands though was invisible to the eyes. His breathing calmed but only for a moment as his tight body relaxed. Then, suddenly, he jerked, hands tightening with a terrible shudder through his body. She immediately cut contact from him and the Elemental, recoiling lest his death be on her hands.
She could feel the weight leaving her shoulders, but not the weight of the Price she had to pay.
"Lady wildmage?"
She closed her eyes. "Dispose of the body. He cannot receive funeral rights. The body needs to be destroyed so the disease cannot spread." She knew how terrible a thing it was... to deny him his last rights... what they believed would allow them into the afterlife. But if that were to happen, the disease could spread. It was a choice she had to make and that choice they would follow even if it was something they refused to accept. She dried the knife of her blood and wrapped her palm in a clean linen so it would stop bleeding. Another scar to add to her collection. Another wound that would never heal.
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The Azure Knight
Distinct Pumpkin
1,550 Points
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100
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100
daddinar
Shy Phantom
daddinar
Shy Phantom
daddinar
Shy Phantom
The Iron Youth
Aged Streaker