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 Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 3:22 am
Ϯӊҙ ʀҙʂʂʊʀҙϲϮɪϕҋ Ϯӊҙ ʀҙʂʂʊʀҙϲϮɪϕҋ┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉Main plot by Xcon299⋅Ϯӊҙ⋅ʀҙʂʂʊʀҙϲϮɪϕҋ⋅Ϯӊҙ⋅ʀҙʂʂʊʀҙϲϮɪϕҋ⋅Ϯӊҙ⋅ʀҙʂʂʊʀҙϲϮɪϕҋ⋅Ϯӊҙ⋅ʀҙʂʂʊʀҙϲϮɪϕҋ⋅Ϯӊҙ⋅ʀҙʂʂʊʀҙϲϮɪϕҋ⋅Ϯӊҙ⋅ʀҙʂʂʊʀҙϲϮɪϕҋ⋅
▪{Plot}▪{Rules}▪{Skelly}▪{Accepted Profiles/Character List}▪{Reserved}▪{Reserved}▪
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 7:58 pm
Serrated blades of wind sang through the trees, high and fierce shrieks in the gathering gale. The sky was bloody with fire, glowings streaks painted onto the enroaching darkness.
He frowned. The beautiful colours were marred by a sickly grey film, fog blown over from the nearby settlement. A moment later, a small shape detached itself from behind a cloud, and a faint whirring of modern machinery was barely detectable to his ears. Disgust. Loathing. Etched onto his face and deep in his eyes.
He pulled his bowstring, hearing the breeze whistle past taut wood and sinew. Aimed. Almost released it, but was momentarily reminded of how futile it was.
Of course, he was powerless against the creeping terror of the modern world. But there was one who wasn't...
From the {POV} of a clan member.
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2012 6:24 am
 Username: GoingRogue
Name: Ard Rexus Caldesir Alderamin
Aliases / Nicknames: General Taurus, His Highness the Crown Prince, Exalted General.
Age: 26
Height / Weight (cm, kg): 186 cm, 102 kg
Race: Tyvivi
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Birthplace: Upsilon, The Royal Palace
Occupation: Exalted General, Crown Prince, Musician (Cello and Violin), Swordsman, Architect.
Magiks: Firmly skillful in the use of Earth and Fire magik, his main stratagem when using magic follows the use of traps hidden in direct confrontation through attacks such as fireballs and rock shrapnel.
Political View: Supports the Alderamin Empire (although his loyalty to the King's views has strongly diminished recently).
Background: Being the King's firstborn prince, Rexus was always spoiled with as a child. That was- until he was given his first sword. He ordered the best of the best swordfighters and spellcasters in the region to train him, and as he trained, he matured just as much as his friendship with his younger brother distanced. When crowned with the absolute authority as Crown Prince, his younger brother ultimately wrapped up their friendship and left the Empire walls. Completely crushed with the loss of his only friend and brother, Rexus was left with a growing confusion and uncertainty. To cope with his brother's decisions, Rexus took up musician and architecture classes, as to forget the void that was now in his life. He couldn't leave the empire behind, being the only prince the king and the people had.
He was loved by the people, but was it really true love? Or was it fear from the king's own moves towards the people? Armed with these questions, Crowned Prince Rexus developed his own motifs, starting with the development of sub-groups within the empire's mining facilities and befriending certain Esotan contacts. All camouflaged as evil or malicious actions by the empire, Rexus had his own business in mind...
Other: Ambitious, strategic and fierce, Rexus is a decisive figure with a strong mind. He oftenly and openly questions decisions made by others, and is very often depicted as a razorbladed edge, or a bull that ravages other people's private life because of his straightforwardness. Artists oftenly depict him as a bull with green whipping horns- referring to his Emerald Whip.
Recently, his eyes has catched the glimpse of a certain Esotan beauty.
Various magik stones socketed into his armor grants him numerous advantages, such as heightened strength, speed and magik. His sword is crafted from dense Adamantium, making it almost impossible to break.
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 7:52 am
It's all well and good to see those rich velvet sundowns on the flipside of postcards and the fresh dewdrop greens tingling on a veiny leaf, magnified a thousandfold. What she didn't know about was the fury of the sun that day, hot humid atmosphere pressing down. Or the cool whirr of pixelated screens, an artificial rainbow. Hues neatly numbered and ordered. Magenta. Chartreuse. Cyan.
As a city girl, she had often dreamed of rolling hills, running streams. She was Christopher Columbus, piles of foamy sea before her. The horizon was always within reach, infinity just around the corner. It's peculiar in that funny way - when your earth is one gigantic sphere of aqua and terra, the notion of forever in a day lurks in the . And then there is tomorrow. Always tomorrow.
That strange word, she tastes it tingling on the tip of her tongue again. Rolls the syllables around as she stares at the clock. To-mor-row. The hand jumps, executes a pirouette into the unforseeable future. Yes, in twenty-four hours.
Tomorrow, the sunlight will stream in through the glass. Dust motes will sparkle for one magical, fleeting moment. She will wake up and smell the tar and conrete, chase the sound of imaginary birdsong through her mind. In her fabricated soundscape, melodies are always harmonious. God forbid the thought of shrieking birds.
Her attention is drawn by the harsh sounds. Again, she realises it : no alpine winds, no crickets. Sheer mundaneness pushes her further back into the bed like a lead weight.
How many patterns can she find in the half-darkness?
A world forms in the pitted canvas-white of the ceiling. You might not have noticed the presence of those early-morning spectres, but they're there. Unfocus your eyes for a bit. First, they'll blaze golden-white. Then they'll waver through a pastel spectrum.
Personally, I think they're fairies.
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Angstbucket Edgelord Captain
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 3:30 am
▪ | ! - The captain speaks - ! | ▪
spiritus.sancti.spiritus.sancti.spiritus.sancti.spiritus.sancti
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 9:37 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxx| - U ɴ ʀ ᴇ ᴀ ʟ ▪ S ᴜ ᴘ ᴇ ʀ ʜ ᴇ ʀ ᴏ - ||
It was a drab day, and drab days were good. they set the stage for a good storm, and it was only amongst the flashes of thundercloud that evil would ride out. Lea loved storms. The icy thrill of getting drenched, the hissed Achtung! of of rain on the windowpane. The half-hearted sprint to get indoors, get dry and get warm. Mama's colourful scoldings, peppermint-laced with amusement.
Clouds - especially gray ones, sat like fluffy, newly-kneaded dough on her palms. Lea shaped the mounds, lifted mountains and crushed valleys, creating her kingdom. A land of hope, justice and happy endings. Heroes of old raced their steeds over distances. Swords would flash, cold steel glint in bright sunshine. And unfailingly, the storm-clouds would disperse. The thoughts baked themselves into ripe, ready fruition. Often, Lea would sit and inhale the sweetness of crafted sentences, and munch her way into the unquiet silence of a fiery dawn.
"If I had powers," reasoned the girl, "if I were a superhero, I would vanquish villains day and night. I'd save the world." The thought grew in her mind.Hazy, fog-obscured sunlight was a constant reminder of her silent promise.
The streets of Köln were set for celebration.
Germans. Iridescent glass. Glowing yellow stars.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 11:05 pm
| - J ᴏ ɪ ɴ ▪ R ᴇ ǫ ᴜ ᴇ s ᴛ s - ||
[ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ:: ]
1. A recent roleplaying sample.
2. An on-the-spot post about an old man's view on city life.
3. The password.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 2:53 am
[ Sᴍɪʟɪɴɢ ] . [ Sᴘɪɴɴɪɴɢ ʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ]
[ Hᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ ʜᴀɴᴅs ] . [ Tʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴀ ʙʟᴜʀ ]
[ Bᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ Sᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ]
☂
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Angstbucket Edgelord Captain
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 2:59 am
☂ ▪|PоppїHоllaPцddєlz▪
▪ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏᴇʀ ▪ ᴀʀᴛɪsᴛ ▪ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ ▪ ᴍᴜsɪᴄ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ ▪
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 2:23 am
>>> F for Forest
by PoppiHollaPuddelz for the_midnight_angel
On the bright earth, there were two colours.
Two colours, and a rainbow in between.
There was forest, there was water. There was you and there was me.
And there was happiness wherever the sunlight hit the ground, there was happiness between the jungle greens and bright pinks of the forest.
For the sunlight would shine on everyone. On the
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 3:07 am
I’ll sing a song -
Of overcast skies. The clouds blindly bumping, crashing.
A seething, heaving mass –
Armies writhing beneath the hot glare of heaven.
Drifting spectres of glorious days gone by.
They’ll never fly.
Sloth, personified. I watch them wander.
And now and again, the ghosts make a stairway
To the deep clear yonder.
And rise and fall again -
Vulnerable to some far-flung fantasy
As the follies of men.
I open my arms
To the raw, icy gust.
I watch the birds, blown off-course
Spiral and fall
They flutter melancholy, serene in trust.
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2012 12:20 pm
>>> First Date
by PoppiHollaPuddelz for Teacup Sheep
The sky was impossible to describe in a single word.
Blazing, perhaps. But so many different types of blazing had never been known to man.
Murky-calm, as well. Solid with the ever-present clouds that could be just a barely discernible, wispy layer, or spread thick like fluffy icing on a sponge-cake sky.
Either way, the mysterious gloom was somewhat attractive. Away from the stark black-and-white world of hospitals, away from her element. There was no denying that Scott would look like less of a vision – again that harsh monochrome of a work day. Broken, flowing shapes rose out of the half-darkness of the park.
Trees. Mountains. A muted backdrop that reeked of another world.
And when the rain started to fall, – heavy leaden drops – Sam tasted a breath of wind like a frozen thought. Flash forward. Flashback. It was all there in the shrouded atmosphere.
That nameless shadow, weaving his way through the dense green. Dimming rays flared behind Scott, daylight’s curtain call. Knowing without a doubt that the sun lay like a hot, golden eye center-stage was not enough. What of the acres of uncharted sky, a barrier between her and the certainty of a burning sunrise tomorrow?
What could happen tonight?
What would?
“Scott.”
A calm enough greeting. Eager? Non-committal.
Sam liked the bittersweetness of the uncertain path ahead.
”Sam, hey.”
The warmth of his presence joined her on the bench. Sam shifted, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Any other human presence could do the same to anyone – the tightening of already tense nerves, a jittery staccato of heartbeats.
They sat in blessed silence for a while, listening to the evening’s symphony. A quiet glug-glug heralded the complete disappearance of the sun, and Sam grinned. If…no, when Scott became a surgeon, he’d delay the passing of hearts and crucial organs, and perhaps delay the descent of sun into night.
A childish metaphor.
But it was entertaining, all the same.
Surprisingly enough, it was Scott who initiated things.
“Shall we?”
A hesitant hand. That sweet, sweet, childish smile where it had no place – on a grown man’s face.
How could she deny him?
“Oh, all right.”
Sam listened in wonder to her bubbling, ecstatic laugh and the still wind that warned of fast movement. Almost as soon as she thought it, she was upright, and they were walking, tripping off into the bright city lights as the evening swelled around them.
From the mellow darkness, Scott brought her into a harshly-lit diner, tasting of raw city. He was pretty sure that the both of them had made subconscious mental comparisons. When you lived life and worked in a blank-slate hospital, noticing the tiny, bright details was inevitable.
Sam ordered a chocolate milkshake.
The rich brown of her glistening curls formed a nice contrast with the pale condensation on the drink. Scott took another, fleeting look, before unthinkingly ordering his own dessert. When it arrived, it was unsatisfactory. The glass flared out in a tasteless, graceful shape. The ice cream was a melting heap, and the brownies were rock-solid.
He forced it down while making tentative conversation with the girl.
Scott fingered the bill, exuding a slight reluctance. If he’d had to pay according to the quality of service, there would have been no bill whatsoever.
But deep down, Scott realised that what had really irked him was the fact that chocolate would never be rich enough or sweet enough to compare with a certain girl’s curls.
It was the same with the way the fluorescent lights beamed down on Scott’s halo of iodine black-blue hair. Sure, he was an angel, with the godly looks and hints of creeping childhood mannerisms.
He was also her best friend, her stumbling, bumbling baby brother, and her father.
But most of all, Sam felt this: a frission of citrus-laced strawberry passion.
Her turn again.
The amble led them back out past the crumbling lines of man-meets-nature, past gleaming steel and shattered brick, into the cool air. Sam recognized belatedly the significance of the diner visit – to experience something to the fullest required the person to chance on the other end of the spectrum.
Neon lights made the simple silver of peppered stars that much more magical, that much more precious. Obnoxious human company in the form of a diner waitress highlighted the delightful puzzle of their intertwined hands.
The last, weakening dregs of chocolate faded into the peppermint bliss of Scott, herself, and the soundless night.
He traced out their future in the constellations.
S and S. Scott, Sam.
Sometime, somehow, with someone.
The dark felt disappointed. The trees beckoned. Scott had seen enough television series and read enough cliché romance novels to know how this would, or should end.
A guy. A girl.
Stars, a cold clear night.
“Kiss.”
Scott almost admonished himself for not doing it. Each moment hurried on towards encroaching daylight, toward the ripe readiness of the end of a date. Come Monday morning, there would be nothing. Not a shred of happening to hold onto and think over.
Kiss her.
And he tried to.
Oh, poor Scott, he certainly gave it his all.
It felt like a brush.
The smiling, earnest schoolboy was there again. Clear, unblinking eyes and a flush that would light up the night.
Sam didn’t hesitate. The intent was clear, and she approved.
Lips met in a warm, prolonged embrace. They didn’t part until many minutes afterwards, when the fireworks began to fade behind Sam’s eyelids.
Two shadows in the moonlight.
Twin surprise.
And again, the lovely bittersweetness that weaved a tangible question in the air.
It wasn’t a question of how, why, when, or where.
It was a muddled confusion belonging to a first-timer: what comes next?
Of course, there would be forever to find that out. Tonight, she was young, and the turbulent darkness embraced her to acknowledge it. Even with the shadows lengthening, trees with needle-thin branches ticked on towards eternity. Another round on the clock face of life.
Just another day.
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 3:25 am
>>> A Shadowed Christmas
by PoppiHollaPuddelz for Pixel Candies
Lumen was your average girl.
Never mind the wings and the tail, and where she was from.
Never mind her strange curiosity about things her parents didn’t agree to.
Never mind the fact that she had recently run away from home.
What we’re interested in, is just where she went.
The first memories were hazy.
It was strange, considering that the world had been so bright, so blazing azure. She had stood in the beautifully scorching sunlight and burned with happiness. Surprise.
Away from the muted grays and rich, rotting mahoganies of her homeland. Siren hadn’t followed, and for once in her life, Lumen was free to just be. Not overshadowed. No pressure.
Freedom.
She tasted the word again on her tongue, gave a carefree whirl.
Lumen looked into the never-ending blue and tasted pine needles in the air. It was summer. Off-season. Too early for the evergreens.
She loved them, all the same.
While she was marveling at the hard, clean sky and dusty ground, a flash of gold caught her attention.
A large, silent shape to throw shadows around in the bright world she’d entered. Lee would always be there. Calm, silent. His eyes glowed with the sun.
As she stayed longer, Lumen learned to approach the earth from this perspective.
First the colours. And the shapes. Then the petty squabbles of the humans.
So it was in this fashion that red passion, white-blue freedom and green beginnings flew by. Lumen lived the same life as the schoolgirls around her, shivering from a teacher’s harsh words, or nearing that crucial breaking point from test stress.
But not quite.
You see, this world was too whole, too beautiful for sadness or misery.
So Lumen smiled and continued.
Spring turned to scorching summer, and summer to rust.
Happiness flew away on autumn winds, as Lumen was called back. Back home, they said.
Home.
Certainly, it couldn’t be denied that it was her home. Her birthplace. Where she’d lived for so many long years.
But a home implied some warmth, a hint of teasing affection from those she cared for and the ones that cared for her.
In this sense, the only home she had ever known was a place where she had been a guest to everyone else.
Lumen’s home was the earth.
At least, Lee would be there.
First thoughts.
Such misguided assumptions.
Such silly, optimistic thoughts.
Lee was but a flickering flame in the renewed darkness of her life.
Occasionally, Lumen would see hints of light, shreds of memory stream in from above.
Hello. I missed you.
A nod. A blink.
Yes, the light could acknowledge her love, too.
When she was there, sadness crept back in. Shadows cast a dull sheen on the golden eyes of memory. Love and lust, melding into one for Lumen, and she felt that she would cave sometime soon.
Now that she thought about the situation, it was pretty funny.
No, funny was the wrong word.
More like dramatically absurd.
It was absurd, that she, as a succubus, would ever claim to know of true love. To separate the lush lightness of pearly, innocent love from dark red lust.
To set herself apart from Siren.
There were the grueling tasks that came with being a demon – there were the stares, laughter.
There was the feeling of incompetence born of mockery and a refusal to accept her, for what she was. For what she believed in.
She thought that humans were better than her fellow demons?
Sheer, utter stupidity.
She thought that the world above provided more entertainment? More love?
Well, that was indisputable. They had to give her that.
In the gloom, there was a brilliant spark of green.
Metal on metal amounted to a jingling melody.
Oh, sweet sleigh bells.
Flashback: to that first breath of the earth, out-of-season pine on the breeze.
Do they know it’s Christmas time at all?
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 12:14 pm
{Picture Of RPC Here}
Name: Annaleigh Spiros
Age: 27
Height: {Tell us how tall your rpc is}
Weight: {Tell us how heavy your rpc is}
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Red-brown
Skin Color: Pale
Race: Half-Breed Sparrow
Personal Weakness: {Tell us your rpcs weakness}
Personal Strengths: {Tell us what your rpc is good at}
Personality: {The personality of your rpc. Sad, Happy, etc.}
Skills: {Tell us what kind of out of magic skills they have. For instance, a guitar player, or is good at writing books, etc}
Likes: {Tell us their likes}
Dislikes: {Tell us their dislikes}
Guild: {What guild are you part of?}
Team:
Rank: Mage
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FAME: 0
Guild Mark Location: Left ankle
Mark Color: Dark red
Magic Style: {What type of Magic do you use?}
Magic Attacks: {These will be your custom or Canon magic attacks}
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Magic's Taboo: {What does your magic require you to do or not do to use it?}
Magical Weapons: {Should be nothing for now}
Magical Clothing: {Should be nothing for now}
Eternano Pool: 700 [5]
Celestial Achievements: {Awards That will be achieved by doing certain things in the guild}
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