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 Posted: Fri May 31, 2013 10:51 pm
▸ June 1 - 14 ▸
▸ Complete the following form, and then write your response using the following theme.
[b]Character Trying for:[/b] (Boy or girl? If you want to try for both, each need separate entries.)
[b]Character Name:[/b]
[b]Player Name:[/b]
[b]Race:[/b] Human or Majin.
[b]Type:[/b]
[b]Do you understand that if you are a new player and you win this character, you can lose him if you're not active with him/in the thread for 3 months after winning?[/b] (Yes or no)
RP Prompt The character has fallen asleep during study time in the library, and has woken up when the lights are off. When they go to find their way out, they discover a hidden passageway by accident, which leads into a labyrinth of old (restricted to students) books. However, guarding these books is an empty suit of armor with the spirit of a bad-tempered, long-deceased knight, and he definitely does not approve of this situation. How does your character deal with the knight and get back out?
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2013 6:52 am
Character Trying for: Girl
Character Name: Lucinda Scarlett
Player Name: Rapidashrainer
Race: Human
Type: Spirit Gems
Do you understand that if you are a new player and you win this character, you can lose him if you're not active with him/in the thread for 3 months after winning? Yes
Mmmm…
This is odd… where am I? thought Lucinda through the gloomy darkness that was, several hours ago, a massive building filled with the soft glow of lamps and scurrying librarians as they went about their duties. Their teacher had insisted that today’s study hour would be conducted in the library in order to familiarize the students with the massive building. Lucinda had been impressed…for about several minutes before her wandering took her ever further away from the crowd. There were all kinds of books here but the redheaded girl was only ever interested in two things; spirits and gemstones.
Books on spirits were numerous enough but to find a book that is capable of adding to her already comprehensive knowledge of gems was a challenge. Lucinda had tossed away several slim volumes in disgust and was very narrowly caught by an angry librarian assistant. Giggling, the girl had wandered ever deeper in search of a book worthy of her reading. A gem of a book one might say.
When Lucinda had finally found a book that seemed promising (there were pictures of diamonds shown in various cuts), it turned out to be written in some old language that she did not know. Sneering in disgust, the redheaded girl had slammed the book shut and buried her head in her hands. She was bored. Perhaps a nap or two would release her from her boredom.
Several hours later and this had to happen. The library was shut for the night, her classmates and teachers gone home for the evening and her being left in the dark of the old library. Talk about irresponsibility. Pushing the chair back roughly, Lucinda picked up the old book she had been asleep on and discovered that the leather bindings were a little moist. Whoops. Guessed she must have slept better than she had though.
Randomly jamming the old book back into the first shelf she came across, Lucinda cautiously made her way down the empty corridor. It had taken several minutes for her eyes to adjust to the murky gloom but now that they had, Lucinda found that she could traverse across the dark expanse of the library’s hallway with relative ease. This is rather fun the lithe girl thought to herself with an impish grin. Much more exciting that sneaking out of grandfather’s manor back home .
I wonder if anyone has ever died from being lost in this library was the next thought that entered her mind as she turned into yet another set of identical looking shelves and musty books. I hope their spirits are still around. Perhaps they will… .
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Silly me. Of course they would not know the way out. That’s the whole reason why they died in this library in the first place. Silly girl. Your thoughts are getting sloppy thought Lucinda to herself.
Making a sharp left turn down into a small aisle containing moth eaten old scrolls, the redhead frowned. This was certainly…a different part of the library. The air here felt stale and dust motes could be seen floating about in the filtered rays of moonlight that glimmered softly in the gloom. Perhaps she should turn back. Perhaps…
But no! A Scarlett should never turn back! What would Grandfather and Father think? Their family business would never have become the gem trading empire it is today if Grandfather had simply decided to turn back. No, it became renowned for its fantastic jewels because Grandfather had pushed on, taken the risk, made the plans…
Steeling herself, Lucinda tossed back her shoulders, kept her head up and walked on.
“HALT” a deep voice suddenly boomed from within the shadows as a large shape moved forward with the sound of clanking armor. “WHO GOES THERE,”
Startled but not showing it, Lucinda took several steps back before looking impudently at the large figure before her. “Who are you?” asked Lucinda curiously.
“I AM THE GUARDIAN OF THE LABYRINTH, THE KEEPER OF THE TOMES, AND THE PROTECTOR OF ALL THAT IS WITHIN. I AM SIR FRANCES BRIGHT-“
“Are you dead too?” interrupted Lucinda as she stared at the massive armor.
“IMPUDENT WENCH. YOU DARE INTERUPT ME?! A GHOST FROM THE ROYAL KNIGH-“
“Ah,” said Lucinda with more interest.
“BEGONE HARLOT FOR I SHALL NOT SUFFER YOU TO ENTER”
“Oh, I am not interested in those old books back there,” said Lucinda with a curious grin on her face. “I am interested in you”
“BE OFF WITH YOU!” boomed the empty suit of armor as it made a charge at the redheaded girl. “LEST YOU REGRET YOUR ACTIONS!”
“Arlus, Artus and Rufus!” screamed Lucinda as her hand closed around three medium sized rubies set within her bracelet. Instantly, three large and snarling corporeal hounds appeared. “Hold him back!”
“HO! WHAT ARE THESE CURS DOING IN THE MOST SACRED OF PLACES?” bellowed the knight as the three hounds were set on him. “WHAT IS THIS SORCERY?!”
“They were my father’s best hunting dogs!” said Lucinda as she distanced herself away from the massive giant. “But they are mine now and will do whatever I bid them to do!”
“DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE ME! THESE MERE DOGS WILL NOT HINDER ME FROM YOU!”
“I know that!” shouted Lucinda back as she watched Arlus being thrown hard against the labyrinth’s stone walls. With a pained yelp, the dog disappeared. “That is why I have my Grandfather’s falcon place a binding spell on your back while you were distracted!”
“WHAT?! IMPOSSIBLE!” bellowed the knight as he tried to take a step forward but found himself unable to do so. “YOU DID NOT COMMAND-“
“The comment was only to distract you, Sir Knight. To make you think that verbal words are actually necessary,” said Lucinda as she held her hand out and the spirit of her Grandfather’s dead falcon settled itself onto it. “These spirits that I have, we share a special bond. And soon, you shall join my little entourage too~,”
“NEVER!” screamed the knight as he watched Lucinda approach him. “I SHALL NEVER BE ENSLAVED BY ONE SUCH AS YOU!”
In the semidarkness, Lucinda’s blue eye gleamed eerily. “Enslaved is such a harsh word,” the girl sad softly as she held out her left hand. In it, was a large faceted sapphire. “I think… this colour suits you,” said Lucinda with a wry smile. Stepping boldly over to the bound knight, the young girl flipped open the knight’s visor to reveal the hollow interior within.
“I can see you, you know,” said the young girl softly as she held up the blue gemstone. The stone glimmered and a moment later, the lifeless armor crashed down onto the floor of the deserted labyrinth. “When I was little, I read books about cursed gemstones and realized that…gemstones make the perfect vessels for storing spirits. But I was not gifted with the sight to see them. You see, I was not born with different coloured eyes. This blue eye…I got it when I performed a blood ritual known for letting one have “The Sight”. Father was not very proud of this, of course,” said Lucinda as she carefully pocketed the blue gem containing the spirit of the deceased knight. “But deep down, I think he knew that this was my calling…,”
Taking several steps back from the fallen armor, Lucinda gave a soft sigh. “I should have thought of this sooner. Artus, come here,”
Instantly, the large hound bounded over.
“Artus, I would like to to retrace my steps. All the way back to the entrance of the library,” said Lucinda as she gave the big dog a pat on the head. “It’s getting late there is an early class tomorrow which I simply cannot miss,”
The large dog barked once before setting off at a quick trot back from where they came. Lucinda yawned. Looks like the trip to the library was not a complete waste of time after all.
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Posted: Thu Jun 13, 2013 12:28 am
Character Trying for: Girl
Character Name: Dahlia Strauss
Player Name: Hopelessly Pretty
Race: Majin
Type: Adept Occultist
Do you understand that if you are a new player and you win this character, you can lose him if you're not active with him/in the thread for 3 months after winning? Yes
Dahlia Strauss was becoming a bit notorious across Makai Academy for spending way too much time in the library. If reading so often wasn’t enough on its own to mark her as odd, then surely the subjects of all of her books made her stand out from the crowd more than her mismatched eyes did. The astrology scrolls and divination texts didn’t seem so out of place on the table for a student. What was deemed alarming by anyone who dared come close enough to look over her shoulder was the large pile of books on necromancy, biology, physiology and anatomy.
To put it shortly, Dahlia was a freak.
Ever since she was small and found a dead sparrow in the road, a fascination with life and death had bloomed in the young girl’s heart. Dahlia had longed to know what the cause of the poor bird’s demise was when it had no external damage, and her first ever subject of research had been disease. As she had grown older and her love of the study more passionate, she had quickly learned not to care about other people’s opinions, and so, when the young woman woke up all alone in the dark library the last of her concerns was what anyone might have thought if they had seen her after she’d dozed off. With a delicate yawn and a few blinks of her eyes, it wasn’t too long before the majin had adjusted to the dim lighting. She had taken a seat near one of the large windows, and what moonlight that did break through the clouded night sky was just enough to illuminate the room so that she could see in front of her.
“This is the fourth time this week, isn’t it..? I should start bringing a pillow,” Dahlia muttered to herself as she stood from her seat, beginning to collect her things. It would be too much trouble to try to find the respective shelf for each of her books, so she grabbed them all, intending to take the whole stack to the front desk. As she headed for the entrance of the grand library, the smell of something faint but pungent caught her attention. Changing course, Dahlia instead headed in the direction of the scent that she was positive belonged to that of a decaying animal. “I’ve never been this far in the library before…” she remarked to herself, continuing to walk.
“It doesn’t look like anyone comes here often. Maybe Grimtooth is here, watching me and lurking in the dark,” she chuckled to herself at her own joke before setting her books down momentarily on a table. Although she would love to meet the man-eater and learn his secrets, it was highly unlikely that he existed. The student had followed the odor until she reached a stone wall with a small crack at the bottom big enough for a rodent to get through. There must be something on the other side, if a mouse had taken the effort to squeeze in. Taking a step back from the wall, Dahlia looked around until she noticed a single bookcase nearby. Walking closer to it, a frown fell onto her lips when she noticed a single tome with golden lettering on the binding out of place. All of the books were alphabetized with magic every evening at closing time, so what was one doing out of place? She removed it from where it had been wedged onto the shelf, placing it in the proper spot.
As soon as she did, a rough sliding sound could be heard; stone shifted against stone as part of the wall lifted upward, revealing a hidden passageway. The majin couldn’t help but gasp excitedly, knowing precisely that this area must be restricted to students. Without a moment’s hesitation she walked down the now visible corridor, following the short hallway until she made her way to another small room filled with many scrolls and shelves. Dahlia was utterly blown away by the vast amount of undiscovered knowledge that was in front of her, but her awed silence was completely interrupted when a sudden voice spoke out to her.
“Intruder, leave this place at once! Makai Academy students are not permitted in this area, and will be removed with force if necessary!”
Whirling around, her mismatched eyes located the source of the noise: a suit of armor in the corner of the room, currently housing a male spirit. While its echoing voice was completely formal, it was obvious that the spirit was going to send her away and immediately… If she wanted to potentially read something that could help her advance her magic beyond what basic lessons did, she’d have to think of something and quick before she was kicked out. Looking around the room, she spotted the source of the odor she had recognized outside as a rat that had curled up and died under a table.
Quickly using a spell, Dahlia used her natural ability to momentarily re-animate the deceased animal. “De somno surgere!” Crying out in latin, she commanded the rat to rise from its eternal slumber and with a point of the hand, directed it toward the knight. In a flash it had run up to and squeezed its way inside the armor, scrambling its way inside in effort to deter the soul from approaching her by inhibiting its ease in movement. With luck it worked, the guardian of the old books distracted as it attempted to get the rotting rat out of its torso. Now that an opportunity had opened, Dahlia quickly scrambled across the room, flipping through books and scrolls in search of something that might aid her in the study of dark arts.
She found something with potential, a single black tome titled Bone Conjuring. If Dahlia knew her stuff, and she certainly did, this book should have information on how to summon the dead from a piece of bone. She didn’t have time to check to make sure though, the clock ticking on how she would make her escape. A tiny little rat wouldn’t hold anything back for more than three minutes, so long as the corpse wasn’t crushed. “I’ve got to go now, but it was a pleasure meeting you. Perhaps we’ll see each other again another night!” Before the knight could attempt to stop her, the redheaded majin was dashing out the door, headed straight for the girl’s dormitory so she could get started reading her newest treasure.
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Posted: Thu Jun 13, 2013 11:25 pm
Character Trying for: Boy
Character Name: Eleazar Maldovan
Player Name: M ii d night M e l o d y
Race: Majin
Type: Crimson Corruption
Do you understand that if you are a new player and you win this character, you can lose him if you're not active with him/in the thread for 3 months after winning? Yep~
Study, study, study . . .
That’s was on Eleazar’s mind almost all day for he had a test coming up and he wanted to keep up his perfect scores. That was the plan until the young man fell asleep in the comfort of the tomes and dusty scrolls which scent was ever so pleasant to the senses. Soon, Eleazar woke up from his slumber and looked around to see that the library was actually empty! Even his friends has left him behind which made his bright crimson eyes narrowed slightly in anger. “Tch, last time I study with them . . .” Said the student. He didn’t know why he decided to go with a group when he was perfectly fine by himself. After all, the student has never relied on the student to get him his amazing grades. It’s usually the other way around when they asked for his notes which annoyed him tremendously. He gathered his belongings together in his school bag and looked around at the eerie room in search for a way out. And then, Eleazar might have found one behind a small hidden door in the corner of the room.
He opened the door and walked inside only to find another room, much to his dismay. It was an elaborate room full of vast books, tomes, and scrolls that are collecting cobwebs and dusts from neglect. Those crimson eyes widen at the wondrous sight as he walked deeper inside only to find out that he has just entered a maze. The student wasn’t fazed as much as one should be but that’s because his crimson eyes were wandering around at the shelves to find what has caught his intrigues. A pale hand reached up to grab one of the books on the shelves and he leafed through the pages to read what he can with the use of the moonlight through his window. And as he reads one of the forbidden books, the student was unaware that he is not alone in the mass of books.
The temperature in the room has dropped down. A shiver ran up his spine as Eleazar shrugged it off as he continued to read. But the sounds of old clanks echoed down the narrow aisle had caught his attention for it was coming to his right. It had caught his attention so much that he gave himself a paper cut upon his right thumb as he winced in pain; seeing the blood now dripping down the digit. “Ouch . . .” He looked to see who the idiot who interrupt him but Eleazar was surprised to see that it wasn’t a person . . . per say. An ancient armor stood tall before him that made his crimson eyes widen as it loomed over him. “Who dares enter the forbidden library?!” The voice echoed from the empty armor as it rang out loud. It strained Eleazar’s ears as he winced slightly in pain. “Sorry, I didn’t know that it wa—” “FOOLISH STUDENT! LEAVE AT ONCE OR FACE THE CONSEQUENCES!” Now he was starting to get annoyed by this tall rusted knight as he cut his explanation off as his crimson eyes narrowed. “Then tell me how to get—” And just as he was asking the knight directions, he saw the sword being drawn and he quickly stepped back to be out of the swing zone of the mighty blade. “LEAVE!” The ancient knight swung the sword down to carve right into the stone floor. Sadly he didn’t have any choice but to run.
Eleazar ran as fast as he can. Taking a left turn twice than a right, the crimson eyed student tried to think of a way to escape this madness as he can hear the knight right behind him. He was the relentless one which annoyed him so much. The old spirit was just as stubborn to not listen to his reasons and automatically deemed him as a threat to the forbidden books that is stored here. But just thinking about that little fact had given him the idea of what he can do. It was risky for he doesn’t know what would happen to an animated armor rather than . . . something alive. Eleazar tried to give the knight the slip around the corner in the labyrinth to set up a trap for the pest. He placed pressure on his thumb where he had the paper cut to bleed more of a darker shade of crimson. Soon, he made his way to what it appears to be the heart of the library as there was a wide empty space. It was the perfect space for it was just big enough. Now, he just hoped that it works like how it does in his mind.
Soon he ran to one corner of the space and drew a fast, intricate looking design at the corner which was written in an ancient language as the words were pointed to the center of the room. It was a steady process for he would go into hiding when the spirit of the knight would come to the space as he hides underneath one of the desks in hopes that the shadows will hide him. The metal clanks would come and go as it echoed through the library for the knight is searching for him. Eleazar desperately tries to not sigh in anger for the slow knight for he settled to just biting his lower lip whenever he saw him standing around in front of his eyes. “Damn this stupid knight! If he had listened to me none of this would happened.” He was just as stubborn as the knight. But the only thing that’s different between them is that he’s right and the knight is old and stupid. When the coast his clear, he continued to make his trap at the corners of the space and then the piece which was the circle at the very center of the room. But just as he was finished, he felt the cold presence in the space right behind him . . . he was here.
“Damn . . .” He cursed as he stepped back from the knight seeing it approaching him with a sword at hand. “There you are intruder . . .” The voice echoed from the armor as it slowly moved up to deliver the blow to him. Inch by inch, the ancient knight had finally stepped to the intricate blood circle in the middle of the room. His crimson eyes glowed to activate his magic, the power he obtained from his Spiritus ancestor that flowed through his cursed blood; his corrupted blood. “Consumpta sanguinis . . .” Eleazar muttered under his breath as a cruel smile peeled across his pale lips. The circle glowed as the symbols moved and wrapped around the armor legs; ensnaring it down. “Gah, what . . . what is this?!” A dark brow arched up from the student as he exhaled a deep sigh; annoyed by the knight and also due to his fatigue too. “A hex, you simpleton. But I guess it’s been too long of a time for you to remember what it was like.” The markings at the corners glowed next in activation as the ancient writing had then floated up from the ground and strike at the knight to wrap around the armor’s torso tightly at first before slipping underneath the armor. “I’ve never done a hex on the likes of you before so this must be interesting. Since this spell makes the target consumed my cursed blood into something that is alive . . . maybe it might destroy what little life you have here in this world; like your spirit.” The knight gasped as he tried to break free from his bonds but the spell only reached deep inside his armor to what has bound the soul to the armor. “But that’s only in theory that I thought of. Now, if you excused me, I need to leave for I have a test tomorrow and all of this running around and making my trap has made me incredibly hungry.” Eleazar gave a nod of his head to give his respect to the knight as he stood up straight, gave a friendly little smile to him, and simply walked around him to leave.
But as he walked around him, the ancient knight had managed to turn around in the spot to look at him to speak one last time. “Why? . . . why you do dare to dabble such a dark art?” Eleazar looked over to listen to the knight’s last words in curiosity to what he has to say. “I can see you’re the studious type . . . surely . . . surely you must know what happened if you go down this chaotic path.” The student stared at the suit of armor for a brief moment and his eyes glanced down to see his thumb which has finally coagulated shut. He understood what he meant. It was a terrible art that he concocted, but it wasn’t the first time that he done such a thing. The ichorhaemia that flowed through his body can never bring something good in this world and had brought dreadful nightmares in his youth, until he has accepted it. In the end, Eleazar gave the most pleasant smile that he could to the interesting thing in front of him. “Of course, it means that I might bring the most chaotic event that might unfold in the future to people.” He was a smug young man as turned on his heels and simply walked away from the ancient knight. “You fool! That . . . that arrogance of yours will be your down—” And he was render speechless as the hex too part of his core of the spirit; only capable of watching the student walking away. “I’m not arrogant. I just figured myself out sooner than most.” It was the thought that was in his mind which was more somber, depressing almost, despite having the smug look on his face. “May you rest in peace sir knight.” He mocked rather cruelly but only to hide his sincerity of his message to him.
The sounds of gagging were heard and words that he can’t quite understand for it sounded like someone was drowning. It might begging of some sort followed by the pain he’s feeling as his soul is being corrupted. Oh, the irony of being killed by the substance that gives life for his dark blood can only give death. And then, the sound of metal came crashing down upon the stone floor echoed in the labyrinth of books only for a short while as the book cases devoured its sound. It was a pleasing sound to him, but then it made him think for a moment. “I should have asked him how to get out of here . . .” Eleazar sighed deeply as he’s faced with the choice of either going left or right to leave this hellhole. He wanted to get a good night sleep and not to be late and ruin his perfect attendance.
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2013 12:04 am
Character Trying for: Boy!
Character Name: Yun
↳ From Sino-Korean 允 "allow, consent" or 潤 "soft, sleek".
Player Name: Logue
Race: Majin
Type: Blood Feud
↳ Yun's ability lies in the use of blood - be it his own, or that of someone else. Although young and inexperienced, his skills thus far include controlling the direction of his blood once it escapes his body. The smallest cut will provide an opening for him to direct the flow of blood. He can create small objects out of his blood, but his main focus is simply using the blood to grab or hold opponents, i.e., a pool of blood at one's feet being used in such a way.
Once he is graduated and has gained experience, he will be able to wield his blood in powerful ways, manipulating it into various shapes (sharp projectiles, etc). He will be able to use a wound as a means to inflict pain through an opponent's blood. This will, of course, be at the discretion of the other roleplayer. He does not use his blood magic so much for weapons as he does little, handy objects, and more sinister means down the road. He is a bit hesitant to discover all of the uses of his own blood, because he doesn't really fancy sitting around and poking himself.
The drawback to using his own blood is that is makes him quite weary as the battle drags on. That is why he will eventually prefer to use others' blood - once he is able to set aside his own hesitation. Once he is able to kill without feeling incredibly guilty and depressed for days after.Do you understand that if you are a new player and you win this character, you can lose him if you're not active with him/in the thread for 3 months after winning? Yes! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧♚
Pulvis et umbra sumus, fruges consumere nati.
We are but dust and shadows, born to consume the fruits of the earth.
_________ It was dark, quiet, and the boy was immediately disoriented. When the mop of black hair lifted, blinked blearily, it quickly became clear; he had fallen asleep. The crease marks on his cheek were the most incriminating evidence.
Well, that, and the bit of drool he'd left behind on his book. Yun hastily wiped it away, face flushed in embarrassment. Just like a child, to fall asleep like that. He rubbed his eyes and blinked several times.
"It's dark," he mumbled, struggling to adjust. Pushing away from the table, he called, "Is anyone here?" No answer. Apparently, he had dozed off long enough to be completely left behind. It wasn't too terribly surprising, really; he was used to being overlooked. As one who valued his privacy, this was not often a bad thing.
Feeling along the edge of the table, Yun gathered what he assumed was his pile of books and quills and stuffed them into his bag. He'd worry about the mess later. He didn't even know what time it was. "Well," he sighed. "Time to get the hell out of here."
Frankly, the academy could get weird at night. and he was not that desperate to experience it firsthand.
He popped his back and groaned; a bed sounded a lot more inviting than a hard chair at a table. How he had even grown comfortable enough to snooze was beyond him. Book bag slung over his shoulder, Yun proceeded to feel his way along the wall; he had been here many times, often studying late into the night, but he hadn't had the pleasure of navigating his way in the dark. Not until today.
It was frustrating - "Ow! A ******** chair!" - but it was good practice. Because he aspired to one day join the ranks of the Blackhearts - cruel as they may be - he would have to get used to traveling in the dark, remaining undetected. Thus, yelling out his frustrations was not the best approach. He took mental note of it and continued on, feet shuffling slowly across the floor.
When it was dark and silent, Yun's mind would often wander. What kept him up the most at night was his worries for the future; would he be able to handle the path of the Blackheart? Perhaps the more generalized Cerberus Knight was better, perhaps he wouldn't do well for a knight at all, perhaps...
He shook his head. Stop, he told himself, teeth gritting. Just get yourself out of here and go to bed, you silly fool.
His eyes had begun to adjust a bit, although things were still hazy. Blinking hard, he approached what he thought was a door. Putting his hand upon it and giving it a good push, the Majin let out a quick, yip-like yelp as he fell through. What was meant to be a hallway was actually a long, winding, descending staircase, and he was rolling down the entirety of it.
What felt like hours of endless pain was over in a few seconds. Yun lay crumpled at the bottom, regretting every decision he had made in life to lead to this moment. A tiny whimper was all he could muster.
"Gyeheh... gyahaha...." Yun's eyes snapped open. "Wha - what was that?! Who - " He was cut off by more raucous laughter.
"GYAAHAHA! Ahhh! Hahaha! Ahhhh.... thanks for the laugh, boy," the gruff voice drawled. The sound of armor clanking and creaking brought Yun's attention to what resided at the end of the hallway he had been all but splattered upon.
A suit of armor was stationed near a bookcase. Old, wonderfully-decorated swords adorned the walls, the armor itself looking to be incredibly old. Struggling to stand, Yun held his arm, which was smarting quite a bit from his fall, and looked around. Candles emitted a faint glow, allowing him to see that the labyrinth he had stumbled upon extended much farther than the section he was currently in. Books, there were books everywhere. His mouth dropped open; he hadn't had any idea such a place even existed beneath the library.
Clanking. "Again!" he cried, looking this way and that. "Over here, you nimrod!" the voice barked. Yun froze. Slowly, he looked over his shoulder and stared at the suit of armor.
Behind the helmet, two faint, glowing balls of light could now be seen. The armor twitched and lifted one arm, then the other. After a brief pause, silence clinging to the air like dew to grass, the suit of armor sneezed. Loudly. The Majin leapt about a thousand feet back, startled out of his wits.
"Good heavens! E - excuse you?!" he stammered, brow bent in confusion. Did that thing honestly just sneeze? And did it call him a nimrod? Ah, hell, he was far too confused to be offended.
Coming to an awkward standing position, the suit of armor wiped where its nose would be, had it one, and grunted loudly. "Haven't seen a kid around these parts in some time!" the distinctively male voice growled, tone wrought with irritation. "What the 'ell are you doing down here, kid?! This place is restri - restric - re -- HAAATCHOO!" Dust blew out from the chin piece in a great cloud, causing Yun to hack.
He cut the air with his arm angrily. "What are you?! What are you doing down here? And to clarify, I am here by accident!" He huffed out a loud breath and waited. The suit of armor stood perfectly still, as if locked in place. Slowly, it murmured, "I am Ánleifr the Seer. I was alive long before your time, once a great warrior who met his fate in battle. Now I reside here, guarding this ancient literature. And you..." His - Yun assumed it was a 'he', at any rate - voice grew in volume until he was at a full yell, "Have no right to question me, when it is you who has intruded upon a restricted area! Ah..." He trailed off, and Yun gave him a questioning look.
"You are Majin, are you not?" Yun's demeanor relaxed, his eyebrows rising and disappearing behind his bangs. "I see... so you have lost your way." Although his tone was still tinged with irritability, Yun noted that he seemed a bit more placated now.
"I am lost, yes. But... this is... all of this, I mean..."
"This is The Labyrinth, and I am its guardian." The knight gestured to a bookcase. "If you are to lay a hand on these books, I will be forced to punish you! So do not touch them! You know, I used to be a great seer in my day... My insight to the future and past were of great value to my comrades on the battlefield." Yun nodded hastily, looking visibly annoyed as the knight droned on. "I wasn't going to, okay? I think my arm is mangled, and I just want to leave. I can't believe this place is down here, to be honest."
"Hush, Majin!" The knight commanded. "You're bleeding. Took quite a tumble, didn't you?" Yun gasped and looked down at his arm, which he had held tight to his side the entire time. Indeed, the sleeve of his uniform was clinging to his skin, damp with blood. He frowned; great, his uniform was ruined.
Alright. He closed his eyes. The stairway was right behind him, and would lead him out of the underground library. The knight was very agitated, but he felt that he would allow him to leave if he didn't rustle anymore jimmies by touching books or anything of the sort. He held both hands up in front of himself and began to back up. "I will leave now," Yun called, hoping he sounded reassuring. "So, I don't want any trouble, okay?"
The knight had fallen silent. Taking this as his cue, Yun turned and began to make his way back to the staircase. He had been incredibly curious about the books held in this labyrinth, but he was injured, and leaving with his life was more important than snagging a riveting read.
The climb up the stairs was better than the fall down. When he reached the door, he grabbed the knob and turned; nothing. He blinked, frowned, and rattled it a few times, quickly growing impatient. It was locked, god damn it. Just as he was ready to lose it, his gaze traveled down to the blood, now dripping steadily from his arm.
From the bottom of the stairway, he could hear the knight yelling something to him, but he couldn't make it out and didn't really plan on going back down to find out what it was. He inhaled softly, and extended his arm toward the door. A sharp pain threaded its way down his arm and into his hand, and from the wound he had stupidly given himself, a trail of blood rose. He concentrated on the rising blood, separated it from his body, and winced as he did so. Honestly, playing with one's own blood didn't feel good.
Focus, he told himself, brow knitting into a deep line. Slowly, the blood took shape. In his palm was the result: a skeleton key. He smiled, relieved that he could manage that. As he lifted the key to the door, a whisper rose to his ear, as if the spirit were right next to it. He froze.
"I have foreseen it."
The old warrior's eyes glowed dim in the darkness. "You will meet your end in bloodshed."
Yun quickly looked back to the bottom of the stairway, but the knight had already become still.
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2013 3:59 am
Character Trying for: Boy Character Name: Anyan Channing -Likes: Gaining power, restful places, Autumn, curry and lemon soda.
-Dislikes: Nosy people, Heights ,Neon colors, mice, pushy salespeople. Player Name: AislingJuno Race: Majin. Type: Reflective captromancer
Personal power;
Anyan power lies within his abilitiy to use mirror magic. He has the power of divination abet he can’t always foresee what he wishes. He can use any mirror to access his powers but it takes more energy to do be able to use mirror magic using regular mirrors than his using his own personal mirror. He is able to magically create a small handheld mirror that will appear and dissipate at his whim. His power of mirror magic is at its highest when he uses his personal mirror but he receives great pain if his own mirror is shattered during battle. He can regenerate his own mirror but it takes some time and takes a lot of energy and magic strength to rebuild it. If he uses regular mirrors for spell craft his power will be weaker but if broken during battle will not cause him pain. He cannot summon his mirror more than three times a day or he receives some strain that starts out as horrible headaches. As he masters his craft he will be able to use his mirror more frequently and for a longer duration.
His mirror powers are linked to a reflective black and white shadow world where a black and white version of him exists. Think of a black and white world colored the way old tv programs where -like in the 1998 movie pleasantville. He can communicate with a reflected version of himself and call it to the present world at short intervals to complete spells that Anyan hasn’t yet mastered but will do so in the near future. Both Anyan and his reflected image have bad offensive skills. Their power lies in their reflective/deflective ability. Anyan and his Reflective image can deflect an enemies attack and reflect that attack right back at the enemy. He can do regular spell craft as highly as any other student but his personal magic works more defense skills rather than offensive and generally he waits for the enemy to attack him first. He tends to have more trouble fighting elemental based powers since his powers are rather otherworldly and is heavily linked to a shadow realm.
After graduating he will be able to enter through the shadow realm and use it to transport himself to different mirrors on his world.Do you understand that if you are a new player and you win this character, you can lose him if you're not active with him/in the thread for 3 months after winning? Yes For every world that exists a reflective world runs parallel. Do I exist or am I a reflection of another?
-Anyan Channing Anyan woke from the tunnel of sleep with a protesting murmur. Study time in the library was rather frustrating. If Anyan wanted to study he could very well do it by himself away from the company of other students. His nerves could only deal with the constant chatter of his fellow students for so long. At least during a lecture class his fellow classmates remained relatively silent for fear of a teacher’s punishment. However in a library which should have remained a sacred silent place his classmates would freely chatter. Anyan often tried to find chair in a quiet part of the library and drift to sleep. With great satisfaction he surveyed his surroundings. The student library was empty and the silence was sweetness to his ears. Raising his right hand up he concentrated and a glowing mirror appeared. Anyan was a captromancer, a mirror mage who often used his mirror to gain knowledge. Gazing into the mirror saw the shadow world- the reflected black and white version of his own world. “ Hello me-what information do you have to share. ”A black and white image of Anyan appeared in a black and white version of the study library. The reflected version of Anyan spoke." A hidden library lays beneath the students library it has been long forgotten by the students and facility of this school. Inside the library you will find the very secrets of the founders themselves. Just step on the green carpet that is 3 feet away from this chair. Place a hand to your heart and say ‘Secrets ready to be reveled in.’ A secret entrance should appear on the floor in front of you” The reflection in the mirror faded to black and the mirror dissipated. Anyan strode up to the faded emerald carpet and held his left hand to his heart. In a rich baritone voice he sang out. ‘ Secrets ready to be reveled in.’A glyph appeared on the green carpet and the floor in front of him shakily receded and exposed a hidden platform. “ What do we have here-a secret entrance to a hidden chamber? Well that’s pretty crafty of the old founders. “Anyan said with an amused tone. Anyan was so rarely amused that he relished the novelty of the feeling. Curiously he stepped on the platform that was slowly receding into the ground. Anyan eyes widened as the platform shakily delved into the floor. He closed his eyes and tried to relax his beating heart. Few things scared Anyan but heights often shook his streak of confidence. With a loud creak, after what seemed forever the platform came shakily to a stop. Anyan slowly opened both downward looking eyes hesitantly as he surveyed his surroundings. Lush garnet carpet covered the floor and chic looking red velvet couches and black and white striped padded chairs were arranged in a hodgepodge fashion around wooden shelves. Little floating wooden oak tables were surrounded by warm yellow witch-light that merrily glistened. In the corner of the room stood a slightly dented suit of armor next to a majestic stone fireplace where a small phoenix lay sleeping. White orange-red flames danced merrily down the phoenix sleeping back. Gazing upward Anyan noted that the platform had brought Anyan to a vast old library that seemed rather promising. With something like awe Anyan eyes widened in wonder. Hundreds no… thousands of books towered above Anyan onto arches of shelves that rose to the ceiling. Multicolored book binding seemed almost floating as they supported each other in a defiance of gravity. Floating ladders raised and receded to the floor. Anyan shuttered at the idea of climbing on a ladder that wasn’t quite stationary. “ Oh what secrets I could discover in these books. Magic that has been forgotten by many but whose secrets could strengthen my own magical powers. “ Anyan murmured almost in a worshiping manner as he walked up to a forest green calf leather bound novel. In gold lettering scrolled on the book binding bold cursive script read ‘Spell Casting In The Art of Espionage.’ Anyan red eyes gazed at the book in longing before reaching out his right hand to grab the buttery leather book. As he touched the binding a hum whistled through the air and the suit of armor violently rattled. A loud voice wailed like a banshee, “ Who Dares disturb the founder’s library.” Emitted a voice from the armor sitting in the corner. Anyan carefully placed the book on one of the floating tables as he stepped closer to the suit of armor. He would not forget to take the book with him as he exited the library but his curiosity was currently wetted by the suit. “ Trespasser beware the founders Curse. Death shall soon knock on your door.” An elderly voice dryly uttered. “ Why you beautiful beast your simply marvelous. A soul melded within a suit of armor” Anyan said in pure admiration. “ How dare a young pup enter the founders library . I Sir Galloway shall put a stop to your misadventure and protect the integrity of this sacred space. This was the mission I was entrusted by the vary founders themselves! The elderly voiced crankily exclaimed. “ Entertaining your simply entertaining but I have my own goals to achieve and sadly my desires contradict your mission. See I have a rather entertaining book that I must read and your prattling on with simply distract me from my reading," Anyan dryly remarked. “I do not like your tone boy. I’m am a knight of old and deserve more respect. “ Sir Galloway gruffly muttered. “ Well I find myself quite curious in finding a rare ghostly presence in the library. However you do make my ears ache with you prattling. Your voice is not for all markets sir knight I advise you to sell talents cheaply. “ Anyan dryly remarked as he lifted his left hand and covered his ear. With his other hand open he revealed a glowing mirror that seemingly appeared from thin air. “ “ How quaint the child seeks to vanquish me by using a pretty mirror. Or does the boy intend to use the mirror to gaze at his own pansy reflection.” Sir Gallow angrily screeched as the armor came racing toward Anyan. Anyan red eyes narrowed and glowed with red light in an otherworldly fashion. He smirked as the armor came crashing towards him. “ Interesting you should bring up the topic of reflection.” He dodged the armor and brought his left foot up and strongly kicked the armor causing it to spin wildly before the hitting one of the bookcases. Several books tottered out of the shelf and landed on the suit of armor that lay crumbled on the floor. “ Would you like to see my reflection it’s as perfect as the original.”Anyan said as he held the glowing mirror out. A shadow formed at the base of Anyan feet and rose to be a shadowy figure standing at Anyan left. The shadow morphed taking on human characteristics and soon reveled itself to be a mirror image of Anyan. “ How may I be of service?” A rich baritone voice emitted from the Anyan copy. Sir Galloway screamed wildly. “ A dirty doppelganger that’s vary black magic. The founders would be ashamed to know one of the dark art practiced within these vary walls. “ Anyan scoffed a “ doppelganger how vary common. I do not practice the darker arts but am a captromancer. A mirror mage whose power lies in reflections. I have the power to open into the world of reflection and summon my own reflection as well as shield myself and reflect another attack back onto themselves.”Anyan lovingly remarked as he stroked the surface of the mirror. “ A captromancer can also use his/her mirror as a divination tool to gain knowledge of upcoming event but alas I seldom play fortune teller unless given the right price.” Anyan turned to his refection. “ Lay him to rest his duty has long since been fulfilled.” The mirror image of Anyan soundlessly stepped toward the armor before placing his pale hands on the armor. “ Be at peace brave knight you safely guarded the founder’s library for hundreds of years“The armor rattled before emitting a pale blue orb that drifted up to the top of the library ceiling and with a twinkle faded away. " It is done," the reflection of Anyan voiced before morphing back into a shadowy figure and sinking in the lush garnet carpeting. Anyan watched his reflection disappear before dissipating the mirror. Going back to the table he picked up the book he had earlier placed on the table top. Walking over to one of the black and white striped chairs he lazily sat down and thumbed through the pages of the book. Savoring the silence of the library.
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2013 8:53 pm
Character Trying for: Girl
Character Name: Alezea “Jinx” Bonaventure
Player Name: Mayamage2
Race: Human
Type: Lady Luck
Do you understand that if you are a new player and you win this character, you can lose him if you're not active with him/in the thread for 3 months after winning? Yes
“THUD!’
Old books crashed to the floor and startled Alezea awake. Her heart racing, she stood abruptly knocking her chair back with force. “Where am I?” she wondered, looking around while wiping the drool from her face. Everything was dark and she became disoriented. Blinking away the sleep, her eyes slowly began to adjust to the pitch darkness. First thing she could see were rows upon rows of books.
“That’s right! The Library!” She exclaimed realizing what had happened. “Crap! I probably overslept.” The darkness combined with the slight breeze coming from one of the windows gave her chills; at least she blamed it on that. She couldn’t help but remember the stories her peers told her about the haunted library and how many students got lost in there never to be seen again. Reaching inside her pockets she drew out her die. There were two of them, both were multisided. The red one held numbers and the blue one held a series of random words. Holding them comforted Alezea more than anything else.
Walking slowly, being careful not to bump into anything the lithe red head made her way to the entrance doors. “Damn, it’s locked” She punched the door with her tiny fists to no avail. She leaned back against the wall next to the door, “Curse my rotten luck! And curse my hex class!” You see, earlier that day she had made a bet with her hex teacher of all people! Her teacher had assigned extra homework that evening to get them ready for a test the next day. Sighs and groans were heard across the room but only Alezea stood up in the middle of class, with a grin on her face. “I have a proposition for you sir! How about we take this regular dice,” she held up her dice, “If I roll a three there will be no test tomorrow.”
To that, the teacher grinned, “And If you don’t roll it?” and Alezea blurted out “ well… well.. you can give us triple the homework instead!” The whole class gasped. It was well known Alezea was a hardcore gambler and yet never won a single bet. “It’s a deal then!” the teacher accepted the challenge.
“Prepare to lose!” she yelled and rolled her dice.
And now there she was, stuck in the library, triple the amount of work to do and not even halfway done. She cursed herself, punching the wall behind her. All of a sudden the brick she punched gave away and the wall started to crumble. She sidestepped, to avoid one of the bricks from falling on her foot. Alezea stared aghast when the wall that was once there revealed a passageway into a darkened room.
She gulped loudly before she stepped in. In it there were rows upon rows of dusty books. Books that she was guessing nobody has touched for a long time. Across the way she saw a door that marked “EXIT,” a faint light shone underneath it. She reached for the door, but before she could, her attention turned towards a blue light to her right. A blue tome was sitting upon a pedestal, the cover read “Against all odds: Spells to lift your Bad Luck.”
Alezea’s eyes shone, she needed this book! Picking it up, she hugged it tight against her chest. “With this all my problems will be solved!” All at once all the torches in the lit simultaneously and a thunderous voice sounded “Trespasser! Students are not allowed in the restricted section!” A seemingly empty coat of armor started across the room towards her, “Put down that book and leave immediately! Or die a horrible death!”
Alezea shrieked and jumped back, clutching the book tight, she screamed, “No! I need this book!” The coat of armor’s voice chilled her to her bones, “Put it down now!”
Alezea just couldn’t leave the book behind. She pretended to put the book down but instead she took her die and slid them across the floor towards the armor. “Prepare to lose!” she screamed. The die rolled the number 1 and the word “light.”
“Well crap! Not again!” Then, a bright light shone down from the ceiling in front of the armor and then fizzled to non existence. The armor laughed “Is this your magic? Looks like you really need that book after all. It is no matter! You cannot have it” Just then a an object collided against the side of the armor’s helmet, taking it clean off and into the darkness, the armor shrieked and went looking for it. Alezea, her right foot now shoeless ran across the room toward the exit door “Well at least the light distracted him” She looked at her book and grinned “I’ll be taking this, will return it when I can!”
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 2:42 pm
★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★✰
Thank you for your entries~ Staff will now be going over and judging. :3
★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★✰
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Posted: Mon Jun 17, 2013 7:08 pm
★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★✰
Congrats Logue (for the boy) and MayaMage2 (for girl)!
★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★✰
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