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For a couple of years, I have let a lot of things slide without taking the time to speak my soul out regarding a series of events that I feel have hurt my overall image and experience. People taking my way of talking the wrong way:I never go into an encounter looking to fight someone or to be mean to them. I have said things to people and then end up genuinely surprised when they delete or block me. When you are talking to people on the internet, it is easy for what you say to be viewed incorrectly. Discord moderator:I became a moderator in this one server, and I had this drive to enforce the rules and keep people in line. I would listen to what members would complain to me about, and I would do my best to help them. Things went sour there, unfortunately. Here is some wise advice: Do not ever make the attempt to be a discord moderator. Trust me when I say you will be better off as just a regular member. Bad jokes:I do not make these often, but when they happen I am usually the first person to go "well that was cringe". Not that long ago, I tried to make a joke about they/them pronouns. I was in someone's status, cackling at my own joke, and I was caught off guard when another person chimed in and did not find my joke to be funny. This ended with me getting blocked by two people. I do not care what you identify as. I only care about you being a good person.Random deletions:I have had these moments where I would become so blargh mentally that I would clear out pages of friends. It is not because I hate them, either. I have done these clean outs and immediately try to re-add people I have deleted only to be left saddened by them denying me. This is something that I have been working on fixing. The question ultimately remains if time will be on my side.In conclusion,If I have had an opinion about you in the past, there is a high chance that I do not possess that opinion at the current time. I have had people share around and hold onto things that I have said, but what is never expressed is that the opinion can be outdated. I just want to put this out there and move on. I purposely left out names. If you are reading this and any of this applies to you; I apologize, I accept YOUR apology, and so on.Let's be friends.

|| A Work in Progress ||* A little something-something about her:*She is a mute and signs with her hands. She uses her phone as a form to communicate as it has a 'Text-to-Speech' option. She works at her family's local Coffee Shoppe called "DaRoast Café".

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Rather than taking her father’s last name as per tradition, Sunna changed her last name to her mother when she was old enough.   Sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs Human   Nᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ Japanese & Norwegian   Bɪᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Female   Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪᴛʏ Female   Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ Leo   Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ July 25th, xxxx   Aɢᴇ 18+ (Exact Age Varies Per Roleplay)   Pʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ ᴀɢᴇ 18+ (Exact Age Varies Per Roleplay)   Mᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ᴀɢᴇ 18+ (Exact Age Varies Per Roleplay)   Sᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ(s) Norwegian Japanese English   Wʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ(s) Norwegian Japanese English   Gʀᴀᴅᴇ Varies Per Roleplay   ╒◖═════════════════════◗╕   "I will spend an eternity loving you, caring for you, respecting you, showing you everyday that I hold you as high as the stars.”   ╘◖═════════════════════◗╛ ┏━━━━━━━━❂❂━━━━━━━━┓   ᏢᎬᎡՏϴΝᎪᏞ ᏆΝҒϴᎡᎷᎪͲᏆϴΝ   ┗━━━━━━━━❂❂━━━━━━━━┛   Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(s)/Aʟɪᴀs(ᴇs) Sunny: Sunna was the one who gave herself this nickname. She thought it was cute and fit her character well, so she has introduced herself as Sunny ever since. Spitfire: This nickname was given to her by her father, who always found it quite adorable when young Sunna lost her temper over something small. From that first day that he called her that, that has been his name for Sunna.    Bɪʀᴛʜᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ Kyoto, Japan    Bʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʏᴘᴇ O-   Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ Depends on Roleplay   Rᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ Biromantic   Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ Bisexual   Tʜɪɴɢs ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀʀʀʏ/ᴏᴡɴ Sunna carries two items with her at all times, one being a necklace that was given to her by her mother, the other being a knife given to her by her father. The necklace is made of gold, with a jade orb being the focal point of the piece. This is the last thing her mother gave to her before she passed, so Sunna holds the item with great care.  The knife that her father gave to her was in response to Sunna’s mother’s death. After her mother was mysteriously attacked (which Sunna later found out it was due to a curse), her father gave her a cursed knife to use as protection.   ╔ ————————————————————— ╗   ╚ ————————————————————— ╝ ┏━━━━━━━━❂❂━━━━━━━━┓   ᏢᎻᎽՏᏆᏟᎪᏞ ᎠᎬՏᏟᎡᏆᏢͲϴᎡՏ   ┗━━━━━━━━❂❂━━━━━━━━┛   Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ ៚ 5’6 ៚ 167.64 cm   Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ ៚ 128 lbs ៚ 58.06 kg   Hᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ Sunna has beautiful locks of golden hair, a trait passed down to her by her Norwegian father. Her hair is one of her pride and joys, she takes good care of her hair and hates it when something icky gets in it.    Hᴀɪʀ sᴛʏʟᴇ Generally, Sunna likes to keep her hair down, letting it flow naturally. However, during training or before a fight (if given the time) she will put up her hair to prevent it from getting in the way.    Hᴀɪʀ ʟᴇɴɢᴛʜ Sunna rarely cuts her hair, only trimming the edges to keep her hair healthy. Because of this, her hair has grown to the length of her lower back. The length of her hair has caused her some issues when it comes to fighting, but she still refuses to have it cut.   Eʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ Another trait that she received from her father is her icy blue eyes, almost an homage to her home back in Norway. Although her eyes appeared to be cold, her personality was anything but.   Sᴋɪɴ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ Sunna has fair skin.   Bᴏᴅʏ sʜᴀᴘᴇ Sunna is somewhat curvy, but she is still moreso on the lean side build-wise. Usᴜᴀʟ ᴀᴛᴛɪʀᴇ Sunna typically wears a long, flowing red dress when she is not working. If she is working, then she wears the designated uniforms given to her.   Aᴄᴄᴇssᴏʀɪᴇs Golden Necklace (Given to her by her mother)   ╒◖═════════════════════◗╕   ”If you want to shine like a sun, first burn like a sun.”   ╘◖═════════════════════◗╛   ⊱┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄⊰❀   ┏━━━━━━━❂❂━━━━━━━┓   ᏢᎬᎡՏϴΝᎪᏞᏆͲᎽ   ┗━━━━━━━❂❂━━━━━━━┛   Oᴠᴇʀᴠɪᴇᴡ There is one word that could easily describe Sunna, and that is spitfire. Ever since she was a little girl, Sunna would be quick to anger, especially when she believed that she was being treated unfairly. As she grew older, Sunna’s temper has stayed the same more or less, but she has learned how to control it better. Beside that, she is a very passionate woman and is eager to help those who are in need. She hates to see people suffer unnecessarily, and she would do whatever it took to help them out, even if it came at the cost of her own well-being. While Sunna’s passion is amazing, it does have its downsides. When she becomes involved, she tends to become narrow-sighted, focusing only on her goals while blinding herself to what is going on around her.    ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛs Passionate Kind Loyal Motivated Trustworthy   ɴᴇᴜᴛʀᴀʟ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛs Honest Protective   Mᴀɪɴ ɴᴇɢᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛs Stubborn Blunt  Bad Temperament A little *too* interested in her own hair   Mᴏᴛɪᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ Her parents.   Gᴏᴀʟ(s) To find the curse that murdered her mother. To train the next generation of sorcerers.   Lᴏᴠᴇs Her Parents Sweets Animals Helping Others   Lɪᴋᴇs Training   Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs Egotistical People Brussel Sprouts   Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs Horseback Riding Rock Climbing Reading   Fᴇᴀʀs/Pʜᴏʙɪᴀs Spiders Being Alone ╔ ————————————————————— ╗   ╚ ————————————————————— ╝   ┏━━━━━━━❂❂━━━━━━━┓   ᎡᎬᏞᎪͲᏆϴΝՏᎻᏆᏢՏ   ┗━━━━━━━❂❂━━━━━━━┛   Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ Tsuki Gushiken Bɪᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ ᴏʀ ᴀᴅᴏᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ: Biological  Cᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ: Sunna had a strong bond with her mother while she was alive.   Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ Björn Larsen Bɪᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ ᴏʀ ᴀᴅᴏᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ: Biological  Cᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ: Ever since her mother’s death, her relationship with her father has only strengthened.   Pᴇᴛs [IC]Sunna has both a raven and a wolf-dog for pets. The raven’s name is Fay while her wolf-dog’s name is Fenrir. ]╒◖═════════════════════◗╕  

Character: Vivian SokolovAge: 25 Languages: Russian and EnglishFather: Boris Sokolov - Russian Naval Spetsnaz Diver for 15 years, left the military at age 33, became a Physical Oceanographer (study of the oceans' physical properties and dynamic processes.) Owns an international company/school that maps out underwater cave systems and works with government agencies to map out ocean floors as well as gather information on the ecosystem and the organisms that live within them. The company also runs a dive school, so that they can offer in-house dive school to their scientists and employees,    A leading contributor to ocean conservation, the company has an entire department dedicated to protecting the oceans. From creating technology to replace harmful machinery used in marine operations to having teams that work to combat unethical illegal fishing, dumping, mining, and underwater construction, by means of physical interdiction.Mother: Oksana Petrov - Marine Conservation Biologist/Ecologist runs the family business. Very well-respected Doctor of marine science, and worked side by side with the Russian Naval forces, where she met Boris. She graduated from the James Cook University in Australia at age 28. Gave birth to her one and only child, Vivian Sokolov, at 30 years old.Vivian was born and raised on the water, to parents who had dedicated their entire lives to the ocean. Instead of going to school and living a standard Russian life, she was brought up learning biology through first-hand experience, learning to dive, to respect and love nature, all while developing a hunger for knowledge. Despite not going to public school, the young woman was far from uneducated. Having spent her entire childhood surrounded by world-class scientists, she grew into a highly intelligent teenager who was accepted into college at the young age of sixteen, after getting a perfect score on the EGE, the college placement test. She received offers from schools all over Russia, as well as invites from military recruiters, asking her to consider joining the military when she was of age. Something her father was strongly against.    By the age of twenty-three, she held a doctorate in marine veterinary care and a minor in marine conservation and management. She had thought about following her mother's footsteps and going to college for Marine Biology, but after having spent her entire life essentially in school for it, she decided to pick up something new, that all of her knowledge would go well with in the long run. She did not wish to relearn everything, so going to school for oceanography like her father was also out of the question. She did, however, formally go through the dive school through her family's company to get officially licensed as a master diver.When Vivian graduated school and returned to her family, she worked closely with her dad for two years on a team that protected open waters from unchecked private companies or people posing a risk to sea life.Halfway through her twenties she finally decided it was time for her to go out and do her own research. She had her own unique beliefs and since she had the means to do so, she wished to seek out answers on her own. And so her solo travels began.

Name Luke Age 18 Sex male Orientation bisexural Switch Status single Hair color white black Eye color gold blue Personality loving kind over protective blunt honest caring romantic clingy affectionate Favorite color blue purple Pack blood moon pack. Tattoos yes Peircing yes

Something I've always wondered .  When people tout their oc's accomplishments in roleplays.  Why?  Not every character or writer will care what your character has done be it in their own story or through roleplay stories they've done, especially when the roleplay being discussed has nothing to do with combat or that particular roleplay's themes.Another is, when you're roleplaying a group vs a big bad, does it invalidate the roleplay when you complain about something that makes no sense when you consider the big bad is a threat of universal proportions and what was destroyed was retconned to not be because the "mc" for the roleplay decided to cry about an action done to illustrate a taste of the level of threat of the big bad by the big bad who then retcons it because "mc" cried about it.to me, it does and calls into question previous roleplays of similar design by that roleplayer as it's telling me that those roleplays could've easily just been written by the "mc" if she is going to get upset over an illustration of threat level more for the people reading and not participating and get the big bad to retcon his post from crying about it not making sense when it does especially given the setting and verse.  That action alone, turns that particular story and others of similar design as not just invalid roleplays going forward, but also marks a massive question mark on their past ones.  It turned a somewhat interesting story into something designed to jack off your oc to look more powerful much akin to goku fanboys do with goku against like saitama and all that.I have a character who got the absolute dogsh*t beat out of him because another character in the group roleplay lied.  Did I cry about it? No, my character now dislikes that character canonically to his own story and I didn't complain, but instead do what good roleplays do, improv and adapt.  My character holds no grudge to the character who beat his ass because they were doing their job, the liar though... he will swing on her whenever he sees her or make remarks.

The Basics;Name: Rae(Valkyrae)Alias:Maiden of NecromancyAge: Immortal (Looks around 26)Gender: FemaleRace/Species:African/Unknown(Just looks human)Height: 6'2Skin Tone:Medium BrownHair Color: Medium Dark GreenEye Color::Dark BrownLip Color:Dark BrownSexuality: Straight(Men Only)Status: SinglePast relationships: Haven't been in one.Current Residence:TravelsOccupation:NecromancerLikes: Halloween,Witchcraft,Nonhumans,The deadDislikes: Abusers,Narcissists,ManipulatorsAttire: Normally wears dark colors and alot of jewelry 

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    Every small hair on her body stands on end.  A sickening chill creeps across the room.  The eyes… they peer out at her from every direction.  Energy rushes at her, threatening to bust through the barrier she is barely able to throw up in time.  This is not Ghost Veil House.  In fact, she is not sure where this is.    Levana stands poised, ready to fight, when the sound of mocking laughter fills her ears.  She sneers as a pair of men appear from black smoke.  The rest of the area lights up, revealing tall bleachers filled with demons baring their fangs at her.  She is isolated on a small platform at the base of the demons’ perches.  A long, thin bridge leads towards a massive ornate door shut tight.  All around her is a drop to her death.  She takes a step back, and the men step forward.    “Young one, why so frightened?” one asks.   “Don’t you know, brother?  She cannot summon her little guardians here," says the other as a wicked grin spreads across his features.  "The little exorcist is at our mercy.  Not even God can hear you down here, darling…”    Levana swallows thickly as a new barrier fortifies itself around her body in a dome.  “What did you drag me here for?  You must be eager to hasten your ends.”    “Our ends?  Ohoho, surely you jest!"  The first brother taps his fingers together one by one.  "You’ve been a real thorn in our side, girl.  Getting in the way of our plans on Earth, killing our subordinates, our… cherished friends.”    “I’m doing my job, demon.  Don’t try to guilt me into feeling sorry for you.”    “Your heart is not easily swayed,” says the second brother.  He stalks a little closer, leering down at her like a predator assessing prey.  She stands her ground, and he growls.  “But we have many ways of making you regret your choices.  We’re quite hungry, you see…"  He looks her over and licks his lips, and she shudders involuntarily, feeling dirty all over.  A hand reaches out towards her, and the energy from her barrier lashes out like a whip.    "Stay back!"  Levana jerks her head around.  The demons are antsy, and she is running out of time.  Every attempt to link with Idael, Vaulkor, or Dualtaigh is met with silence.  But there is one more…    One she prays will not be in vain.    She takes another step back and kneels.  The demons laugh as she grabs a small rock and scratches it against the ground as hard as she can.  They taunt and mock and fling things at her, some barely missing and others crashing against her barrier and sending cracks along its surface.  "You thought you could play with the big boys!” they cackle.  She traces the same symbol again and again until it glows at her feet.  The light triggers every demon who can see it, and they launch themselves at her all at once.    “TO ME… DEATH!”    Levana squeezes her eyes shut, and a cacophony of high pitched screams and the sounds of flesh being torn apart surrounds her.  Blood drips like rain around her, and she cracks an eye open to see both brothers impaled at the ends of massive scythes.  They cut through their flesh like paper and with a flick of powerful wrists, both bodies are sent hurtling into the abyss with the rest of the beasts who dared approach the platform.  She scrambles to her feet as the scythe wielder slowly approaches.  “You actually… answered.”    “Hell is no place for a human like you.  Come, I will lead you home."  He gently brushes past her, straight through her barrier, and heads for the door at the end of the bridge.  Levana hurries after him and holds onto his arm.  He hums, bemused, but does not push her off.  "Are you afraid?”     "No…  Not anymore.“ and no one in this world makes it out alive.

I'll keep it Short and to the Point.1. I am here to enjoy RP. No BS and drama...2. Non-talkers. Get deleted. You add I expect you to talk first IC or OOC. I'll do the same.3. If you can't handle Dark fantasy...Don't let the door hit you too hard on the way out.4. I'm not here for ero, to get in your pants. So don't try to get in mine.5. Sometimes replies take a while. I need reminders, I get caught up with a very busy IRL. sometimes it feels like I 'dissapear.'I'll add more rules if I can think of any. But it's pretty basic. I don't need to explain myself, but I have a daughter IRL who demands my attention and requires it alot, along with art things I need to attend to (commissions and stuff). Rp is for the free time I mannage to scrounge up.

Orphaned at the age of 3, Vivian was sold as a slave to Maz Kanata, who had only purchased the tiny child to free her. Maz knew she was not the right person to raise a child full-time, so she took Vivian to a native tribe on Takadona, known to be an outgoing group of people, passionate about spirituality and fiercely protective over children. They took Vivian in without hesitation and raised her with love, teaching her how to survive off the planet and how to defend herself, about energy, meditation, mindfulness, and self-control. Maz would visit her often growing up. When Vivian turned sixteen she began working at Maz’s castle as a bartender. She was hungry for knowledge, eager to learn about the universe and the force that called out to her, and the castle was an excellent place for her to learn about the galaxy without having to leave her adoptive family behind.      Vivian went to Maz when she was a young girl and told her about things that she would see, hear and feel, that no one else could. At first, Maz seemed to try and convince Vivian that it was all in her head, but after a while, she caved and told Vivian about the force and just a little about the Jedi and how the empire had been hunting and killing them, in hopes that it would scare her away from ever wanting to use the force. Maz only wanted to protect her, as the vast majority of the galaxy hadn’t been safe for force users in quite a long time, without a proper teacher who could also protect her, Maz didn’t see it as practical for Vivian to train in the force. Not surprisingly though, it didn’t stop the hard headed teen, the burning curiosity inside her won every time. She had no teacher, so she found her own way of getting information. She could easily eavesdrop on conversations, ask questions and convince patrons to indulge in storytelling.      Eventually, she was able to score some old and worn down books with missing pages about the Jedi and their use of the force, by bargaining with an old pirate who frequented the castle. Vivian had been able to feel the force her entire life, but there was no one around willing to teach her how to use it or tap into it. She had however learned to focus on it at a really young age, she first noticed it when she would practice holding her breath as a child. Her mind always seemed to be called into another state of being. She could feel a presence so strong all around her that she sometimes got the urge to reach out and feel the space around her as if it was tangible. She obsessively focused on the sensation and began to experience it in places other than the water. If she closed her eyes and focused really hard on all of the sounds around her, that same feeling would return. In those moments she could hold her breath longer, see better or hear better, run longer, and solve problems in her head faster.     For years Vivian spent all of her free time meditating or doing activities that made it easy for her to slip into a state of being hyper focused. Once she was around 9 years old she had put two and two together and realized, though she did not know what to call it, she was tapping into the force a little bit more every time. Over time she developed a 6th sense. She could snatch fish out of the water with her bare hands, and shoot targets with her eyes closed. She could almost always sense when there was danger. She would often practice by going for runs through the forest with her eyes closed, getting to a point where she could spring almost full speed through the woods without running into anything or tripping. It wasn’t until she had books about the force in her possession that she started expanding her practice, doing the best she could without a teacher.     By the age of 19 she was using the force to calm people down during fights at the bar. She could pick up on people's intentions, she could predict small occurrences in her day-to-day life. When she was alone, she would use the force to move and pick up things that weren’t too far away or too big. Vivian had read the books she was given over and over again, drilling the information into her head. However after a time had passed, and some very character-building experiences later, Vivian had some doubts about the way of the Jedi. Through experience, she knew that it wasn’t all light. On many occasions, her negative emotions had made it quite easy to harness the force. She had started to develop her own views, believing it was important to have a balance between darkness and light. This was a fundamental belief of the tribe that raised her, though the tribe itself had no interest in the ways of the force. She did not confide in anyone other than Maz when it came to her abilities, she had been fervently warned about letting it get out, she knew the risks, yet as her 20th birthday approached, she was determined to explore the universe and get experience firsthand. She decided she was finally ready to leave the planet she called home, for the first time.

Mostly here due to some people here don't know how to act or behave themselves.1: The bare basics of rp rules  For those who don't know: God modding, autoing, powergaming, metagaming, and character controlling. No god modding: It's not just in fight/combat rps this happens, no matter how desperately god modders wish to have you believe otherwise. not putting the combat one because that's obvious.Example, monetary: Oh, I'm from another world with different rules/lore/ and I just so happen to have three chests full of your universe's currency. this is usually followed by a bad explanation which doesn't really fit the lore of their own character or whatever they're using to explain away it.Example, investigation: Oh, we have to find that interuniversal troublemaker's home and dimension before he- found him.   no autoing/powergaming:Ex: Alex threw a punch and it connected to Alphonse's jaw.Example: When the ref lifted both hands, Iroh slammed Ciara's hand down winning the arm wrestling match.  no metagaming: Surprisingly, a lot of people i've run into on here don't know what that is.Metagaming is roleplaying as having knowledge of things your character wouldn't know about. aka using ooc knowledge in character.Most common use of this is using someone’s name before they introduce themselves, or knowing their species if they have no visual traits, or knowing their biological sex if it’s not apparent.Other instances of metagaming include: Knowing a character's powers/abilities/occupation/situation despite never being shown/told/roleplayed in front of your character.  Knowing your character's world and how it works despite having 0 reason to know any of this in character.Some metagamers will try to claim another character who your character has never met, interacted with, nor seen told them or use another weak lie to try to get away with it.  Character control: simple, they try to control how your character behaves, reacts, or in the really sneaky ones, they try to define characteristics of your character without deferring to you or past RP with you. 2: Don't expect Uxlra to give your character respect immediately.  To that slime, you're either a meal for Uxlra and the master, one or the other, unless you intrigue him enough. (Fellow slimes are generally exempt from this)3: Don't threaten Uxlra's master.  Remember, FAFO4: Don't be one of those types who try to inject real life logic into fantasy/supernatural verses... or verses like Taimanin or Fate.  Just.Don't.5: Don't launch an attack if you're not willing to deal with the consequences.5a: Don't launch an attack and suddenly people show up to defend you.  Their posts WILL especially be ignored/voided if they show up and know what was happening BEFORE they showed up or show up stopping the retaliation and feed the "I just happened to be nearby" or some variation of that.6: Don't try to lie/bullsh*t about your character's powers/capabilities.Example: Saying your character can do __ and suddenly after, your character can't or never had it.7: Don't expect things to be given to your character because we are cool ooc, that means nothing to the characters we roleplay, but i've seen people use that to be given really powerful stuff from people in verses like Shinnok's amulet, an outrage weapon which was "coincidentally" found recently right when you asked for said weapon, gifts a cloak with super strong defense WELL beyond the character universe's capabilities, "oops, I gave you a bunch of summons to use~". 8: Don't brag about messed up sh*t like weaponizing your mental disorder against people on here or irl.A/N: Da reel rules. Failure to follow Rule#1 will result in your post either being voided or you having to repost. If you get upset over Uxlra not respecting your character's wishes, that's on you. For the people who dislike npcs and want just 1 on 1s: Npcs also include animals, monsters, and even bugs.  NPC doesn't apply to JUST other human/humanoid characters. :D There will likely be body horror segments Don't complain if you get burned :D Frankly, I don't care how long you've been roleplaying for, it doesn't mean anything what you think it means.  Bragging about how long you've been roleplaying with comes with it, an expectation of competency, like knowing and following by at the least the basic rp rules. When I speak about stuff ooc, always. Acting up IC? oh... Don't take in character stuff seriously to the point where it affects you ooc, I don't.  If it does, then I suggest taking a break from roleplay related things for at least one day. Your character's accomplishments don't really mean anything to Uxlra nor I so, don't bother bringing them up unless you want Uxlra to mock it. It's not that long so, don't complain. This is the part where I tell you to sign, don't bother.  I'll just run with the assumption that you read/agree with it.  Certain people on here: Don't complain about not having roleplays when you don't reply and delete the people who tell you about the owed reply~

  As the shoddy carriage takes to the road with its precious cargo, a choice that was made for the sake of protecting the dignitaries it carried, Joshua Rosfield stared in quiet contemplation at the man seated opposite of him, the comfortable silence between them speaking to the deep bond they have shared over time. Any unrest over the possibility that Dion Lesage's heart had soured with his growth into adulthood evaporated the second cobalt hues met their equals of amber, and in that moment, he was reminded of a comforting truth that he would always have a kindred spirit in Sanbreque's crown prince, even when one considers the contentious relationship between their respective homelands. Their reunion sparked a certain joy only privy to them, but as time pressed on in the privacy of their transport to Oriflamme, Joshua has become acutely aware that something foul lurked in the depths of Dion's heart, a pain he was having a difficult time managing despite his best attempts at doing so.Dion is troubled, and it has little to do with the additional weight Joshua's tale has impressed upon him.The prince waxes poetic in some wild attempt at deflection: his father's alleged uncharacteristic warmongering; his step-mother's thirst for domination; his step-brother's unsettling behavior in any given scenario. This prompts Joshua to suggest Ultima's machinations are the likely culprit, as his villainy extends from the shadows, that the extraordinary shift in his father's demeanor is a consequence of Ultima's timely infection. His hope was that this would convince his beloved friend to join with him and stamp out this evil for the sake of the world they shared, but he is crestfallen when it becomes clear that this is not enough to sway Dion to his favor.Something else has happened, and Dion is protecting this difficult truth with all he has.Joshua deduces that this stalemate will continue for the duration of their trip, so he vows to address it again once they reach the palace, choosing to instead embrace their long-awaited reunion in full in the interim, a fantasy he has only entertained when the road before him seemed hopeless. That sentiment is shared by his dear friend, and as the Eikons they possess clamor for each other, so, too, do their Dominants, a familiar warmth that came naturally between those that care deeply for each other flourishing. One could explain this yearning away with an unproven theory that Dominants long to be together, but Joshua knows that deep down, the promises they made as children have carried well into their adulthood, as though years of separation did not tarnish the unique bond they will forever share. As he quietly admires the man Dion Lesage has become, the urge to expel bile from his throat interrupts the peace between them, turning away to cough into a closed fist, a broken set of apologies expressed whenever he can draw breath.Where is your medicine? You must take it!Briefly, he swears he has sunk into their distant past, where both himself and Dion as children were idly playing in his chambers, revisiting stories told to them by their respective fathers (and in Joshua's case, his benevolent brother) of grandeur, of peace, of compassion for their people. In similar fashion, a coughing spell had consumed him; he remembers Dion abruptly moving closer to gently but firmly grab his wrist and stress to him the importance of taking his medicine as he did not want to lose his new friend to manageable ailment. It was a comfort then, just as it is now."Phoenix, where is your medicine? You must ta-...""Here, Your Highness. You need not worry," he counters with a weary smile as he shows him a small vial containing the aforementioned, temporary respite from his illness. This puts Dion at ease, exhaling in relief as he sinks back into his seat, though eyes remain posed upon him until the medicine is consumed. The concern curls his lips into a genuine smile, inventorying this precious moment between friends while they slide back into discussion of more pressing matters, the ease of which they fell back into it not lost on him."Tell me more about your brother's role in this, Phoenix..."Here, the weight of fear for Sanbreque alleviates in full, largely due to Dion's innate goodness, and for that, he is grateful. Having spent years chasing shadows, his reunion with Dion has injected a breath of fresh air into his pursuit of Ultima.Perhaps now, the tides were finally turning in their favor.

  As a nod to the mayhem that brought Oriflamme to her knees, the bruised sky blankets the land with tears of sorrow, heavy rainfall that makes their flight to his brother's haven more taxing, but it is a small price to pay to ensure the ultimate safety of his precious cargo. The somber tone shared amongst them reflects the devastation they narrowly escaped: Clive and Jill are wordless while mindful of Dion's comatose state, caring for him at the behest of Joshua himself; Torgal howls his despair on occasion, though remains dutiful in safeguarding Dion's beloved weapon; Goetz unintentionally offers a glimmer of hope with his delight at their flight, basking in an opportunity he never imagined for himself, and eager to tell this Nan he speaks of his unexpected adventure. It's endearing, but not enough to stave off the immense grief that has lodged itself in the depths of his own heart.Similar to Phoenix Gate, he bears responsibility for Ultima's calculated crippling of the Empire, a regret he will carry with him for the rest of his difficult life.At their arrival, various inhabitants of the Hideaway gather at strategic viewing points in the area to gaze at the Phoenix, but the blessed sight is mired in controversy, and that becomes abundantly clear once everyone is safe at the docks, Joshua's transformation back to his humanity stripping from him what little energy he possessed. His exhaustion is clear in his immediate collapse to his knees and subsequent purging of mass amounts of blood, his mind hazy while working to make sense of a tumultuous present. Naturally, his beloved brother is on him in seconds, shifting care of Sanbreque's new Emperor to anyone that isn't him in order to gather his brother close, to comfort him through his pain, and remind him (as well as himself) that they are finally reunited. Joshua doesn't quite register the specifics, but he feels Clive's soothing presence, and that alone is enough for him to melt in his arms, a string of tears and apologies for his failures muffled against his broad shoulder."Someone get Tarja! He needs medical attention!"No, leave me. Save your remedies for someone else, he inwardly muses, the power of the Phoenix already working to mend his physical wounds."Wait.. ! That's Prince Dion! Is he de-..."Prince Dion... he is foggy still, but Clive's saving grace is slowly providing much needed clarity.”Clive! Get them to the infirmary now!”Them? Dion?Dion!Suddenly, he lurches toward Dion's unconscious form with a strength he did not possess, Goetz immediately stumbling back in surprise as he had been tasked by Tarja to carry the prince to the aforementioned medical bay. As tears stream down flushed features, he visibly shakes as he tries to summon a healing spell to protect his companion, once more vocalizing his shame by apologizing for being too late to save him, to protect him from Ultima's machinations, for failing him as a dear friend. Jill's maternal instinct kicks in to immediately stop him, gentle but strong hands grasping his small shoulders to urge him back, to relay to him that Dion is alive and will be cared for by their best, but Joshua's suffocating fear of failing once more rejects her concern; he is manic as he abruptly pulls away, whispering nonsensically as he conjures another spell to inject into Dion's person, longing to see pools of amber no longer corrupted. The result is expected; he is rapidly sinking into delirium at his wild attempts to set things right, hacking even more blood that regrettably stains the armor his friend proudly wears. This proves to be too much for Clive, who firmly yanks his brother away to resume his hold, refusing to allow this reckless display to continue any longer."Joshua, stop this! Save some for yourself!" He scolds without losing his temper, refusing to allow Joshua to escape his hold, arms tightening as his brother predictably tries to do just that."Do not blame him, brother! I beg you! It wasn't his fault. It wasn't-..." He tearfully cries out, but exhaustion claims him at last, reducing him to a mess of listlessness, of regret, of failure. At the expected collapse in his brother's arms, Clive wills himself to remain strong as he carries his brother to the lift, though there is an unaddressed, unmistakable trail of tears trickling down his rough features.They were together at last, but the price had been steep, and paid dearly with Imperial blood.Another regret to add to the growing list of Joshua Rosfield's fatal failures, for which the realm continues to suffer from.

The fates are wicked…Lucius Woodrow, or McDreamy by Myra. He was a charmer, that summer love. Warm honey colored eyes, messy dark hair that rested between upper and center trapezius — usually in a half bun —. Tattoos on his pectoral, and a few piercings. He came into her clinic one day, and he left with her number. Even her staff could tell she’d been hit by Eros, and like always they teased. At first, it was coffee and lunch. Then dinner. Then staying the night. They were lovebirds and everyone knew. From dropping off flowers, to taking her dancing, Lucius loved her as she loved him, if not more. Though their love was tested.It'd been a few years since they met, they moved in together. Even after those few years, she finally told him what she was. When he saw her wings, it was like he fell in love with her again. And tonight was their anniversary. He waited for her to get ready for dinner at the country club he went to. He was dressed in slacks, a red blouse opened, and a blazer. He even wore her favorite cologne. When she was finished, she wore a low back dress and smiled when he whistled at her, “you know you always make me fall in love with you all over again.” He said as he kissed her hand."Oh stop, we’re going to miss our reservation.” She giggled blushing. Tonight was the night she’d remember.That evening, they enjoyed their dinner, drank their wine and danced while the band played. They were pressed up together, his hand at her lower back while her head rested on his shoulder. The music continued to play and she heard him whisper to her, “I want to show you something.” Show her? He raised her curiosity as they made their way to the balcony. The evening was cool with the summer breeze and he leaned in kissing her.“I love you, Myra..” He said with the brightest smile on her lips. Pressing his forehead against hers, the two shared their blissful night together. A chuckle left his lips and as she opened her eyes her vision faded to black..She groaned as her eyes slowly opened. Where was she, and why was she chained? Myra felt weak? There was a dim light around her. Her arms were chained by the wrist above her, and she could barely move..why? It couldn’t be, right? The pain came..how long was she chained like that? She wanted to speak, but she was gagged.The hunters, they found her…her eyes widened as she thrashed screaming while gagged. Lucius, where was he? The hairs on her skin stood as they walked in. Two, no three of them, one carrying a sealed bag. She shook her head quickly as she tried moving away, only for her to realize the cuffs were attached to a pipe. Someone walked up with a smirk, he was middle aged with a scar on his neck. Myra shuddered recognizing him, Marcus Ravencroft. Renowned hunter, and the one who’d been chasing her since she could remember. His calloused hand held her face up to look at him as he spoke. “Finally,” he exclaimed, “how long have we been playing cat and mouse nephilim?” His voice was rough, hoarse from the cigarettes.Years now. “You’ve grown into a fine woman, now bring them ouShe couldn’t. Myra only glared at him as he smirked. He knew something didn’t he? Her gaze went to the steel table seeing the gear laid out. Sheers and bone saws, they were prepared, but they weren’t going to win. “It’s alright, I’ve waited years. I can wait a few more nights.He walked out of the room, leaving her alone. She needed to find a way out. She was tired, and in pain. Her eyes closed as she fell unconscious again. There was only one thing on her mind, Lucius. Was he ok? She needed to know……“Myra…”Who was that?“Myra…”She recognized the voice..Lucius?“Come on sweetheart wake up, it’s ok..” It was Lucius. Her eyes opened slowly, it was Lucius! She tried reaching for him, but she was still bound. She only continued to thrash to try and break free, he was right there after all. Did he come to save her? His hands cupped her face and she leaned into them, she had no idea why he was there, but he was there for her.As if on command, she relaxed and her wings slowly appeared. Pure white feathers that faded into gold as they sagged down to the floor. He was going to get her out, she knew it. She was still partially awake, whatever knocked her out, it took the best of her. “That’s it, relax it’ll be over soon.” Over soon? What did he mean by that?Rip. Then warmth.Myra couldn’t believe it, something warm dripped down her back. She screamed with the gag in her mouth, then she felt it.The blade cut through her skin, her muscles, and her bones. As they did she cried and thrashed to get away. Each cut felt like an eternity, her back only continued to be coated with her own blood as she continued to cry for help. Where was Lucius? He said it was going to be alright, why hasn’t he taken her home?“I’m surprised it took you this long to get her to trust you, Lucius.” Ravencroft knew Lucius? No, there was no way.“What do you expect, old man? Nephilim are easy to manipulate.” Her eyes darted to the two as her pupils trembled. Lucius…Rip. She screamed once again for so long. She’d no idea how long she was doing it, and even then her voice eventually gave out, and her eyes became dry from the tears. Only heavy breathing left her lips as her head sunk down.Help…