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 Posted: Mon Jul 24, 2006 11:53 pm
Alrighty, a guild within a guild? Whodda thought?
This roleplay is exactly what the title says. It is about a thieves guild located in Tir Alain. So, what's the plot you might ask? Lets get to this. First off though, rules, you know them, obey them or else!PlotThe Guild of Argentum Astrum (Latin for 'silver star) is located in a downtrodden tavern on one of the many nefarious streets od Tir Alain. Cliche? well....deal with it.
So, you can either be a member of the guild or another character. These are positions and character types that are open:
(Category's are a type of character and Open is a premade)
Guild Members:
>Patron(customer) --->Category
>Bartender----->Open
>Waiter/Waitress(one....maybe two)------>Open
>Muscle(basically...well sort of a bouncer....you get rid of annoying people)------>Open
Nonguild
>Innocent(you enter the tavern, and have no flipping clue!) ---->Category
>Guard(well, what do guards do? arrest thieves, but don't think you'll get a warm reception fro guild members^ ^)---->Category
>Wish to join guild(well, your trying to prove your worthiness)--->Category
>Suggestion??
Please, if you are applying for a positon, pm me. But otherwise just put what you are and where you are in your first post ^ ^
Characters(do we really need profiles? Well I have a list at least)
[b]Gaia Name:[/b]
[b]Character Name:[/b]
[b]Position:[/b]
[b]Other(insert profile here >.>):[/b]
(color coded! whoot for semi-organization!)
>>>>Gaia Name:Nekoumi
Character Name:Conchenn
Position:Patron(guild leader^ ^)
Other(insert profile here >.>):
If you have read this please, make your first letter olive thank you, and welcome!
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 12:06 am
Cochenn propped one of her boots on the old, scarred wooden table as she took a drink of her dark ale. She sat at a table located in one of the farthest, darkest corners. The hood of her long, black saltstained cloak was pulled over her face, hiding her feral beauty which was unique of her fey race. A long strand of blood red hair escaped from the dark confines of her hood, coppery highlights glittering in the flickering torchlight as she turned her head to the nearest waitress, indicating a need for a refill on her ale.
She settled back into her chair as the ale arrived, her full lips, the only portion of her face visible, curved into a smirk as the young girl scampered off hastily. Many of the newly induacted guild members feared her. And why not? She was the leader after all, though no one outside of the guild knew this.
With a bored sigh she stretched her arms over her head, her back arching and the long, unclad line of her stomache stretched to well-toned taughtness. She was in excellent shape, with slithe muscles and a luciously curved body. Though she wasn't the cliche ideal of a king of thieves, she was quite powerful. Her lovely, petite form hid her dark magick wonderfully. And underestimating her was the last mistake that people usually made.
But now? Now she was bored. They hadn't had a challenging take in ages. Sure, everyone was acontent with their overfull coffers, but where was the fun in easy living?
With another sigh she folded herself gracefull back into the rickety chair. She idly ran a slender finger glinting with silver rings through the cold liquid gathering at the base of her tankard.
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 2:16 am
{{ Gaia Name: [.Kinky.] Character Name: Tips Position: Wanna-be theif. Other(insert profile here >.>):Name: Tippanna
Nickname (optional): Tips
Age: 17
Mutant type: Horse(Appaloosa)/Rabbit(Wild)/Demon(Specifically Succubus). Hides her head and backwings.(Cream with black tips and spots). Shapeshifting, flight (only with wings),Numerous other small magics. Feral Rage, Nature's calling(Turns dragonlike).
Problems: Slightly Insane.
Weakness: Impure gold negates all her powers.
Personality: Bright and Bouncy to cheer everyone else up, inside is rather sad. Loves to pounce people, made easier my her new sense of balance.
History: Her Parents were rich scientists, uninterested in her, only in their work. As a result of the radiation she had recieved in the womb, She was born with an intricate pattern of spots all over her body. When the war began her parents turned on her, begging her to let them experiment on her. She ran away (with some help) at three years old and lived on the streets as a thief/beggar with a group of other children. She was captured again at six. She hasn't spoken properly since then, so her language is a little rusty.They asked to experiment on her again.When she refused they locked her in her room which she escaped from only to be picked up by less...hospitable scientists. Judging from the spot pattern, running gait and new..'features' They enhanced the Radiaton and added horse and rabbit Dna to her system. The Succubi effect was an accident, created by over-radiation. This has frazzled her brain slightly and she is prone to fits of psycopathy and killing rages. She is a newer creation and is incomplete.
Appearance : [img]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v161/kittywolf13/My artwork/ApolosaBunny.jpg[img]
Other:Is just ever so slightly insane.
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 2:45 am
Tips was hanging outside the doorway. She wanted to become a theif, and it was common knowledge that the thieves guild was here. But was she good enough? She had already, with some difficulty, picked the pockets of the bouncers, so they would let her in. She had also lifted some useful items from other customers as they entered.
She nervously tucked a strand of her jetblack hair behind her pointed ears, and dusted the dirt off her bunny ones. On second thought, with some concentration, she made the bunny ones dissapear. She had already hidden her duplicate set of wings, though she could do nothing about her rabbitish face or horsey run.
She could also so nothing about the intricate pattern of chocolate-brown spots all over her Creamy-furred body. They had been there since birth, while the other modifications were added later, and no covering or magic could make them dissapear.
However the spots were absent on her chest and stomach, which were covered by pure white fur. She wore a simple black top, cut off before her belly button, and low slung dark-brown shorts. She stuck out alot, so most people thought she wouldn't be a good theif. But she had the natural cubi ability to shapeshift, and that was definitely a bonus in the theiving line of work.
Gulping down her fears, TIps stepped inside the tavern.
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 8:26 am
Gaia Name: Obsessedmaggot
Character Name: Aegis (Ae-jis)
Position: Third Lieutenant for Conchenn
Other(insert profile here >.>):
Aegis lounged at the bar, watching the many drunken excapades taking place with a cold, blank expression. He was very good at letting nothing he felt show through, and that was probably the reason he had survived for so long in such a high position. Though admitedly this constant drinking and partying was getting dull, terribly dull. Last time he was this bored he had solved the problem by killing a couple of wealthy nobles. Though he had gotten a lashing for bringing the rath of the guards down on them, they had escaped clean and it had been worth it. His lips curved in a sadistic smile at the memory of that ammusing venture.
With an annoyed huff he returned to his ale, taking a long swig. But an unnusual sight distracted him so much that he ended up choking on the bitter drink. He thumped his chest with his fist, rough skin brushing against the soft, billowy white shirt he wore. If anything, they had prospered in there business, his finely tailored clothing speaking for this.
Again, he returned his attention to this most unnusual sight. He couldn't decide if she was more rabbit...or horse, but strangly she wasn't hideous, her features seemed to all fit together into her very human shaped body. He wondered what her business could possibly be, and decided that he was bored enough to find out, though highere ranking members didn't usually bother with innitiates.
He brushed a lock of long, raven black hair from his saphire eyes and slid off of the barstool. A smirk curved his lips as he sauntered over to the creature-girl, his smooth predatory glide a mark of his demon blood, as were the large black dragonhide wings that spread from his back and made other patrons of the bar cower into there drinks.
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![[.Kinky.]'s avatar](https://a1cdn.gaiaonline.com/dress-up/avatar/ava/39/44/d2e08ad3a4439_flip.png?t=1171398684_3.00_10)
