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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on May 9, 2017 21:28:14 GMT -5
[ also! dragon slayers do not have a set gender! c: ]
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Post by ScorchR on May 9, 2017 21:47:30 GMT -5
Good to know! I'll go let my friend know she can have the Water Dragon Slayer and to get a rp example.))
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Post by Taiyou on May 9, 2017 21:50:56 GMT -5
Okay no problem. But I have two characters that are siblings only one will be the Slayer if accepted, it's that okay?)
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Post by kiwi cheesecake on May 9, 2017 21:58:07 GMT -5
(Thanks for the heads up! I'll be sure to add a roleplay example with my joining form [unless you wanted it before, that's okay too])
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on May 9, 2017 22:29:49 GMT -5
[ basically, just make a new post of the writing prompt for a dragon slayer. it's a spot that i want to make sure the person can handle. ]
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on May 9, 2017 22:30:09 GMT -5
[ also, everyone has been added, so far! ]
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on May 9, 2017 22:31:20 GMT -5
Okay no problem. But I have two characters that are siblings only one will be the Slayer if accepted, it's that okay?) [ well, i'm not sure about that. one sibling would be long lost, as they have to have been raised by a dragon. so they might not know that they're siblings or such because only one can be raised by a dragon. ]
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Post by Taiyou on May 9, 2017 22:32:16 GMT -5
Okay I'm fine with that)
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Post by ScorchR on May 9, 2017 22:35:02 GMT -5
Awesome! I'm excited to get going.))
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on May 9, 2017 22:46:29 GMT -5
[ i'm a little slow because i'm finally making my evil character which will be contributed to the plot. but otherwise, everything seems to be put together at the moment. if your characters have been added, you can rp. ]
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Post by ScorchR on May 9, 2017 23:00:07 GMT -5
Sweetness. I'll work on an opener for all my peeps in Mystical Tale. Which I'm pretty sure I have the most of. XD))
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on May 9, 2017 23:10:55 GMT -5
[ you do! i have only three; the guild master, ice dragon slayer and snow magic user ]
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Post by kiwi cheesecake on May 9, 2017 23:11:08 GMT -5
(It's getting pretty late for me, but hopefully I can finish the last of the form and example and get it posted tomorrow. G'night, all!)
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on May 9, 2017 23:12:30 GMT -5
[ good night! ]
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Post by ScorchR on May 10, 2017 0:55:05 GMT -5
Sorry for poofing. Had to take care of something. I will now do my starters.))
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Post by ScorchR on May 10, 2017 2:40:23 GMT -5
Skylar was smiling happily as she washed a mug behind the bar in the Mystic Tale guild hall. This had been her place for quite a while, since she'd returned from her last job. Which had been almost half a year ago at this point. Though no one could blame her after showing up months after she left, covered in bandages with one arm in a sling and needing a crutch to walk. She definitely fit in behind the counter though. She was kind enough to listen to people when they sat down for a drink. The one on one interaction was definitely good for her, but she still had problems with large groups. Plus she made a mean drink if she did say so herself. Or at least tasty ones. That was better than nothing. Still, even if it did seem like she belonged there, she didn't. Everyone knew that. Whispers were starting to go around, wondering if she would ever go on another job again. She always said she was still recovering, but she'd been fully recovered for a couple months now. The worst of the whispers said she was too afraid to go out again, that she hadn't returned the same person that had left. No one said it out loud though. She was still one of the most powerful mages in the guild, being one of the only S-Class. She still couldn't hold a flame to the master, but she was nothing to scoff at.
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Cyprus was sitting at a table quietly like he usually did. His legs were propped up on it, and his rifle was laid out next to them. His headphones were up, and supposedly playing music into his ears. It was like he was waiting for the right moment to strike on the board, seeing as he hadn't even looked at it in the last couple of days. He definitely had an area of expertise when it came to jobs. He came from monster rich lands, and had grown up defeating them. So here in Fiore he'd decided to put his focus on that. Why not? In his mind, the monsters here were babies in comparison to the ones back home. He usually worked on his own, but he didn't mind working with other people as long as they didn't try to force him to do anything. He had his own style, and he didn't like people trying to mess with it. He was a good monster hunter, not a team player. Heck, he probably got along with monsters better than his guild mates.
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Lance had his bright smile plastered on his face like usual, but he had more reason to have it today. He was in the process of returning to Oak Town from a job. It hadn't been a hard one; simply track down a conman who'd conned the wrong person. The wrong rich brat anyways. He'd had to fight off an assassin who had the same mission as him. Though instead of catching the con artist and taking them to the Magical Council for a light punishment, the assassin wanted to kill them. So he'd gotten there first, and beaten off the assassin. He'd also paid a visit to the aforementioned rich brat. That guy was going to have a lot worse punishment from the Magic Council for putting out an illegal kill job like he had. At least he'd gotten paid for all his trouble, plus some. Not bad for a simple job that hadn't turned out that simple.
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Prism was doing what she did best, sleeping, on a table, in the middle of the guild hall. For some reason she spent more time sleeping in the guild or some other awkward place around town. Whether it be in a tree, on a roof, next to a fountain, basically anywhere that wasn't her own home. She always had enough energy to be the hyperactive person she was when she was awake at least. Most people knew not to wake her up unless it was important, as she tended to get a bit cranky when her naps were interrupted. Though if someone wanted to use the table, they sometimes had to fight her for it. She liked sleeping.
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Nova was sitting quietly at a table, as she tended to do, with a small, silver fox laying across her shoulders. The fox was dozing lightly as Nova sipped from a teacup and read from a book in her hands. She didn't know of any jobs at her level that she could do on her own that were available, and she didn't want to go around asking people to go on a harder job with her. Instead, she was just relaxing. Her time would come. She was still young after all, and she wasn't an expert mage. She wasn't begging to go on harder jobs, but she didn't want to do novice jobs forever either. She also just wanted to relax that day to be honest. Read her book, let Vulpecula rest. Though if she really wanted her spirit to rest, she could release her summon. If she needed her in a pinch, she doubted the spirit would respond to the call because she would be passed out like Prism. Oh well, this would do.
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Post by ScorchR on May 10, 2017 2:41:00 GMT -5
That took a really long time, and now I'm passing out cause I have some finals tomorrow. Yay...))
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Post by kiwi cheesecake on May 10, 2017 7:10:05 GMT -5
Good luck!)
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Post by ScorchR on May 10, 2017 13:36:06 GMT -5
One down, one to go.))
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on May 10, 2017 13:43:09 GMT -5
[ you can do it!! good luck! ]
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Post by ScorchR on May 10, 2017 13:52:34 GMT -5
Well it's not for 4.5 more hours, so I've got some time. XD))
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on May 10, 2017 15:28:51 GMT -5
[ still, good luck! ]
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Post by ScorchR on May 10, 2017 15:56:39 GMT -5
Thanks! So anyone up to replying to my starters?))
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Post by kiwi cheesecake on May 10, 2017 18:00:46 GMT -5
(Alright, I think this is alright for a sample rp post? It's a little more narrative-like, but I think it'll work.)
I woke up one morning, and you had disappeared. There was no trace of where you went, no sign for me to chase after. You were just… gone. I was completely alone. No one could even hear my small whimpers as I searched for you. There was nothing there. Somehow I felt empty without the familiar tingling feeling running up and down my skin. Somehow it seemed wrong that the area still held the faint scent of ozone, even after you had left. Somehow I felt that I was to blame for this. Was I not a good enough student? Did I pester you too much? Did I learn too slowly? I’m sorry, Voluteer. I’m trying. I’m so sorry. Please come back. I don’t want to be alone again. You took me in. You raised me. You’re the only parent I’ve ever known. I miss you. Please… I just want to see you again, to feel your comforting presence next to me. Without you, I’m so weak. I can’t do anything on my own. I know I’m not good enough for you, just please… come back. I’ve waited so long for you, but you still haven’t returned. I know I’m a terrible person and have the worst attitude and you probably hate me and I’m the reason you left but I’m so sorry and I just want you to come back to me and then everything will be alright. I’ll be better. I promise. So please... Iris sighed, her warm breath letting out a wisp of fog in the cold air. She could feel the tears at the back of her eyes, just waiting to spill forth. Forcing them down, she opened her eyes. She half expected to see Voluteer there next to her, waiting patiently for her to say something. But there was no one there. Only the ever-fading scent of ozone. Rising to her feet, the young girl double checked every corner, even the places she knew were too small for a dragon to fit. Nothing. Iris stood there for a second, immobilized. She knew she had to leave, that she couldn’t just stay in one place forever and hope to survive. It’s been a month, Voluteer… She moved towards the exit, trying to catch a glimpse of her adoptive father flying through the sky. Maybe he was just around that corner, or behind that cloud, or... You aren’t coming back, are you? Slowly, she placed one bare foot outside, into the light spattering of snow that covered their home. It was cold outside. Maybe she should wait a tiny bit longer. Maybe Voluteer would come back. Maybe he was just trapped somewhere. Maybe if she just blinked her eyes, he would appear before her… I can’t wait here any longer. Slowly she placed one foot forward, settling it on the cold ground. I can’t wait for you to help me. She moved her second foot forward, shivering slightly as she left the warm embrace of their home. You’re gone. Slowly, Iris’s feet moved again, bringing her forward through the snow. They gained speed, propelling her faster and faster until she was nearly sprinting.Her strength was slow coming at first, but as her muscles began to stretch again, she felt a bit of her old strength coming back. She wouldn’t let herself break down. She had to keep moving. Her father was gone. He wasn’t coming back. Still, Iris had to move on, to keep running. She’d waited stagnant long enough. I don’t know where you are, Voluteer. I don’t know if you’re running from me or something else. But I do know one thing- I will find you again. I promise.
(Iris used to be a smol sad child before she spent some time on her own. Now she's completely different lol.)
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Post by kiwi cheesecake on May 10, 2017 18:03:11 GMT -5
(And if that looks fine, this is the joining form? I can easily just change her types of magic, it's no big deal.) • Iris ‘I’ Ragnorac
Ξ eighteen Ξ Female Ξ Normal (Preferably S-class, but if you didn't want me taking two limited spots, I'd understand.) Mage Ξ Lighting Dragon Slayer Magic Ξ :: Iris has a more feminine build, standing at 5’9”. Still, she manages to pack significant muscle on her frame without it appearing overly bulky. She has long pale blonde hair, which she usually keeps tied back in a single messy ponytail. Her eyes are a dark blue/green color, and her skin tone is a pale olive. Iris is quite a tomboy, and her wardrobe shows this as much as her personality. She wears a pair of high, black, laced boots, that reach all the way up to her knees. Her shirt is a dark purple corset-like tank top, paired with a short black vest rimmed in gold. She also wears a pair of short, tight black shorts with a frayed edge. Her fingernails are painted black, but aside from this wears very little makeup or jewelry. She also often wraps her hands and arms in cloth to soften the recoil of her hand-to-hand combat blows. I also has a long, thin scar stretching diagonally across her back, but she rarely tells/shows anyone this. Even if she did, it’s highly unlikely she’d ever tell anyone what it’s from. ::∞:: Iris emanates hostility, from her intimidating appearance down to her signature glare. She isn't afraid to tell anyone exactly what she thinks about them, and often does so in the most blunt way possible. To many in the guild, she's one of two things- either a ‘harsh critic’ or ‘brutally honest’, depending which person you ask. She doesn't care much about social conventions or norms. She judges based on her experiences with a person and their skill/power, regardless of any other qualities that may come into play. If you pass I’s ‘tests of quality’, then she may accept you as a friend, or at least something close to one. Still, she rarely gives her full trust to anyone, even her friends. She can be extremely stubborn at times, and will refuse to back down from any challenge. Combine this with her burning ambition, and you have a potentially deadly mage on your hands. :: » Lightning Dragon Slayer Magic, High Speed, Lightning Magic, Palm Magic « ♦ She has a slight crush on all the other male dragon slayers- not that she'd ever tell them that. ♦ TBD ♦ Girl by Daisuke-P ♦ ↔ Iris makes her home in Apartment C of Flowing Brook Residences. No one really knows why she joined Mystic Tale and settled down in Oak Town. She seemed perfectly fine wandering alone, and doesn't hold any particular attachments to anyone in the guild. She didn't even join the guild until she was fourteen years old, so it wasn't like she was seeking protection either. Whatever the reason, the guild is I’s home now, and she does her best to protect it. ↔
{ kiwi cheesecake }
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on May 10, 2017 18:57:53 GMT -5
[ accepted! i'll add her later. i'm... really lazy ]
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Post by ScorchR on May 10, 2017 19:45:55 GMT -5
I'm done with finals for the day and I'm free to rp whenever.))
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on May 10, 2017 20:00:46 GMT -5
[ i still gotta... get motivatoin to throw my characters out there. ]
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Post by kiwi cheesecake on May 10, 2017 20:16:31 GMT -5
I'm done with finals for the day and I'm free to rp whenever.)) Give me a few minutes and I can get a Kyler response up to one of your starters Just have to finish posts for another rp first.)
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Post by kiwi cheesecake on May 10, 2017 21:06:38 GMT -5
Lance had his bright smile plastered on his face like usual, but he had more reason to have it today. He was in the process of returning to Oak Town from a job. It hadn't been a hard one; simply track down a conman who'd conned the wrong person. The wrong rich brat anyways. He'd had to fight off an assassin who had the same mission as him. Though instead of catching the con artist and taking them to the Magical Council for a light punishment, the assassin wanted to kill them. So he'd gotten there first, and beaten off the assassin. He'd also paid a visit to the aforementioned rich brat. That guy was going to have a lot worse punishment from the Magic Council for putting out an illegal kill job like he had. At least he'd gotten paid for all his trouble, plus some. Not bad for a simple job that hadn't turned out that simple.
Kyler surveyed the guild hall, taking in the motions and activities of all the members present. He liked to see himself as a sort of peacekeeper, like the older brother of a highly dysfunctional family. It was surprisingly cramped today, as many members had yet to go out on job. Or were coming back from one, he acknowledged as Lance strolled into the guild hall. He had a wide smile on- so the job had gone well? Then again, Lance was always smiling. Raising a hand in greeting, Kyler moved towards the young Requip mage. “Hey, Lance. How'd the job go?”
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