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Post by Turtleshell on Jul 16, 2017 9:00:00 GMT -5
(Ok! I don't know how they would go about it but if they would like to use it that would be good too!
I'm not sure, Jade. It just cuts off on mobile version. Your character looks really good! I like her! Just make sure to fully join you add two more characters when you get the chance, and add a practice roleplay post before we can accept you to roleplay ^.^ looks great so far!)
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Post by Turtleshell on Jul 16, 2017 9:05:20 GMT -5
I'm so proud of myself!! I did all this (without really knowing what I was doing lol) anyway, here's the basis of what I did. Now most of this one was just an expiriment but if you want something changed, let me know. I can fix it to work with the words and stuff tomorrow
Banner here
Texty texty here. Words words words. Blah blah blah.
Header here
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(Here's a bump of Ging's code for when we get a graphic designer- or someone here that might want to build upon it. It's mostly done, the only thing was we wanted the text more purple rather than pink.)
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Jul 16, 2017 9:13:12 GMT -5
Oh I fixed the color code. I have it saved in my draft. I can repost that)
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Post by Turtleshell on Jul 16, 2017 9:17:48 GMT -5
Bray slammed the wooden edge of the spear into Namika's side as she held off for Mick's assistance. He spun it immediately after striking her hard against her hip, yanking it back to his own side. "Never wait in battle. It makes you seem weak," he reminded them. "Don't give me time to calculate my response." This was a teaching session, after all. He was glad it seemed he actually had something to teach them. He watched as Mick now attacked, and completely blocked the blow by the boy. "A sword is heavy. Your reaction time is slowed when using it. If you are going for any part of the body in which you must raised the weapon- such as my arms- you must swing faster, or I must be unaware of your attack." To prove his point, before he had even finished speaking, he flipped the spear in his hands, hitting the young Keeper in his chest with the blunt end of his weapon, knocking him back, as e was vulnerable and exposed.
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Maze grinned, grabbing the weapon with her left hand, twisting the staff hard, pulling Xhai's unwavering hold with it as she yanked, spinning his arm in indirect contact. "Gotta be faster than that, Lighty," she teased in a dark tone as she left go and stepped backwards out of his space. She only wanted to inflict a little bit of pain, after all. Well...she only could inflict a little pain, anyways.
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Kylie shook her head. "No. you're fine," she promised. "You don't seem crazy. Just sad. I feel the same, so it's okay," she offered as she slipped in and closed the door behind her carefully. The girl dropped a single large backpack on the bed opposite of Roxy; it contained her only belongings. Her bed had already been fitted with sheets and blankets, since, due to her circumstances, she had none of her own.
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Jul 16, 2017 9:20:19 GMT -5
Rp anyone? I'm visiting family but we're all sort of doing whatever)
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Post by 🌿 Loѕтмoon 🌿 on Jul 16, 2017 9:42:32 GMT -5
Yuri tilted her head, "Oh, that was the name of the person you were walking with earlier, right?" She looked tentively at the falme to Pyro formed in the palm of her hand. She smiled softly, althouh she still felt a little bit wary around the Pyro. She was feeling a bit more open around Sol.
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Namika stumbled back in pain, but didn't hold her hand over her hip to try to reduce the pain. Instead, as Bray turned to the Younger Keeper, Namika twisted her staff in the air before smashing it into one of the nerves close to the back of the knee in attempt to buckle the head master. Sucessful or Not, Namika skilfully leaped back out of the way to aim and hefty hit to the Keeper Head Master's side.
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Post by *ShatteringStar* on Jul 16, 2017 12:28:55 GMT -5
Hey hey! XD Sorry if replies are a bit short.)
•Jarred w/ Spencer Jarred quickly rolled his eyes at Spencer's response. "Oh, Spencer, I'm not trying to rope you in. Though, it is comforting that my dashing looks has made some impression and affect. Come on, isn't my charm a lot better than my pissy aggression?" The tall Pyro glanced in the girl's direction, but figured she wouldn't answer him. "Nevermind, but you do need to try to use your powers more. Try the practice rooms."
•Roxy w/ Kylie The weather elemental frowned slightly with her pink lips as she watched the girl drop her backpack on the bed. "Is that all?" Roxy asked curiously as she stared for a long moment at the bag. Since Roxy didn't attend the announcement, she still didn't know what type of species Kylie was. Her purple gaze showed just how lost she was.
(If we don't find someone to work on the graphics soon, would it be okay if I worked on Glory's code?)
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Post by Turtleshell on Jul 16, 2017 13:50:16 GMT -5
(Hey Ging we can start, just do whoever I want make a post and I'll jump in
Star we would absolutely love that! Sounds great!)
Bray let out a small smile at Namika's attack. His leg did buckle a bit from the strike, but he was able to regain his balance before he went down. He used the vulnerability this move had brought to Namika to spin around, kicking out his opposite leg to completely knock both her legs out from under her, the weight of the weapon just causing more of her balance to be lost. This action, of course, just causes the man to fall to the ground on his back, but he relaxed so hitting the ground caused no damage. The girl was falling in his direction. Certainly a sight to see for those unfamiliar with this battle training.
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Kylie nodded at Roxy. "Uh, sorry. I, uh, guess we're roommates," she said, feeling awkward. "I'm Kylie. I've, uh, heard a little bit about you...my friend said you're a Weather? What is that? I mean besides the obvious..." She hated asking, feeling rude, but she had to know who this girl was really.
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Post by 🌿 Loѕтмoon 🌿 on Jul 16, 2017 13:56:44 GMT -5
[Yay, moment to show off Namika's Front Handspring lol]
Namika's legs buckled and she dropped the staff as it clattered on the ground. Acting quickly on instinct, the Keeper used the force left in her legs and leap into the air, her hand firmly catching the ground and forming an almost Perfect Front Handspring. When she was young, Namika was taught and trained in gymnastics as though she was part of the global team. She had flipped over, landing on her feet. The Keeper reached for the staff as one of her legs gave way due to the additional pound from her hip.
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Post by Turtleshell on Jul 16, 2017 14:07:36 GMT -5
Bray lurched forward after her, knowing offense was the best attack strategy. He pushed off the ground in a springing motion to grab at her, but missed, as she was faster. He left his spear behind, and this was now a weapon less battle practice.
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Rowan, bored and uninterested in spending time with his new roomie, wandered outside. He had noticed a battle held not too far in the distance, at least what he suspected- and knew with near certainty- and was interested in observing it further. The heat was nothing to him nor the humidity. Besides it wasn't awful with a slight breeze coming from the ocean around them on all sides. The salty smell and taste wasn't great, though. He was curious as he saw quite a few figures in the distance already doing what seemed like practicing...he was somewhat surprised, to say the least, but excited. This was his forte, his domain.
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Post by 🌿 Loѕтмoon 🌿 on Jul 16, 2017 14:41:44 GMT -5
Namika landed on the ground further away from the Keeper Head master. She spun around quickly, dropping into a battle stance with no weapons in my hand. I'm have to win this now! If I can just manage to make my way over to the weapons while dodgine the attacks... She coaxed herself inside her head. Namika wouldn't admit it, but she would start to lose energy soon, little by little, that was her weakness. The Keeper needed to work on her stamina a little bit more.
(Oh, is that Rowan joining in the practice I see? Sorry for the poof. Went to get something XD)
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Post by Turtleshell on Jul 16, 2017 14:47:54 GMT -5
(Not sure yet. I thought she already did? She lost her grip on it then did her handspring away so it was left behind lol. It's too far away for her to simply grab again)
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Post by 🌿 Loѕтмoon 🌿 on Jul 16, 2017 14:55:54 GMT -5
(Okie dokie XD lemme edit my post quickly)
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Jul 16, 2017 14:56:38 GMT -5
Maybe Enileve? Or someone with Bjorn? I don't know lol)
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Post by 🌿 Loѕтмoon 🌿 on Jul 16, 2017 15:04:52 GMT -5
Edited! :3)
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Jul 16, 2017 19:06:12 GMT -5
Rp anyone?)
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Jul 16, 2017 19:22:08 GMT -5
I have Enileve, Enilamme, Zo and Bjorn)
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Jul 16, 2017 19:38:40 GMT -5
the twins are siren students. Bjorn is shifteer headmaster,and zo is keeper instructor)
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Jul 16, 2017 20:26:39 GMT -5
sure)
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Jul 16, 2017 20:29:40 GMT -5
Banner here
Time rarely changes anything. Forever on the world marches. Day in and day out, the clock may tick onward. Yet, what is really different? What isn't really the same? We always try to remain blissful, as though the future will be any different, as though we may survive for the long-term.
But truth is? We can't. We, the outcasts...we're becoming endangered. All of us.
The Keepers, we will fail them. We can't protect the Gifted forever. Not against the rest of them. There's too many, and truth be told, they could be right to do so, for all I know.
The other Keepers are near to giving up. And while I certainly have my doubts, I won't condemn the Gifted to die. Not alone, at least. I will do my best to fight.
"Day in and day out, tick tick tick"
Welcome to the real world. Most humans know nothing of what truly exists out there. They're cooped up in their little homes with their simple lives, easy days with perfect outcomes. But there's more that...well, is.
There are the Gifted. These are many different groups of 'special' people, that have phenomenal abilities and powers. Too many to even name. Elementals, they control things like fire, ice and weather. And Fae, who have extraordinary wings. There's creatures, like Vampires and Werewolves. Each form of Gifted are their own breed, or species of sorts, and usually only pair up with another of their kind, and are only ever born to parents with their same power, or their own same species. They must be hidden from the real world, from the unsuspecting humans. Because if the whole world learns of them...they will cease to exist. Before you try and argue, say that all humans are open minded enough to accept them? It's nearly happened before. Millennium ago, in a period known now as The Great Loss, they almost died off, because they were hunted. By who?
The Hunters. An awful order of humans sworn to kill the Gifted, out of fear they could kill all humans. They live secret lives, and are rarely seen, but when they are, it is destruction in their wake. They have an irrational fear that the Gifted want to overtake our world. The children, we've learned, are brainwashed by their parents, generation after generation, to assume that those with powers want nothing more than to rule all of Earth. Being as highly skilled, as dangerous and evil as they are? Why haven't they managed to kill all Gifted since the order's inception, after The Great Loss?
That's our job. The Keepers. Humans that learn of the Gifted, but only those with a special aptitude; kind, yet passionate, a good soul and heart. In opposition of the Hunters, we want nothing more than to protect the Gifted, and live in tandem with them. We keep knowledge of them from the outside world. But unlike the order of Hunters, we are not born into it. No, there's no way that all children born to Keepers could have the special attribute that makes Keepers, well, Keepers. It's still unknown what it is. Just...something that exists within a select few that set them apart from other humans. We are found, only by happenstance, when we learn of the Gifted and their world. Most often, those that learn are killed. Nine times out of ten. They have to be, unfortunately, because exposure can not only lead to knowledge of the existence of these beings getting out, but cause the Hunters to find them. Every now and then...a Keeper is discovered. They are someone the Gifted find special, and someone that doesn't react poorly to the news. They are those that swear to protect someone that is Gifted. We're brought forth to the Secret Council, a group that decides our faith. Some say they're corrupt, and they probably are, but one of them will sponsor us, to try and win us our future. But most importantly, there's the Gifter. The only Gifted that can truly decide our faith. It's tough to win them over. But if you do, you live. Sure, you can't return to your old life. But you become a Keeper.
So, yeah, we're dragged into it, basically. Involuntarily, I might add. But that's the difference between Keepers and normal, everyday humans. We don't look at it that way. Of course we're nervous, scared, and downright freaked-out. But we know that if we don't do it, no one else will. Some would call us brave. Sure, perhaps. Others often say crazy. Well, of course.
Or...more than everything else, maybe we just want do to the right thing above all else.
For the past few years, Evermore has been created as an experiment of sorts, if you will. This school, it's to teach the Gifted, to draw them safely away from their parents, who have too many pressures to properly train, as they're always on the run from the Hunters. So far, it seems safe enough, hidden well away. It is meant to keep the existence of the Keepers alive. Because if we aren't? Then the Gifted aren't either. We're the only thing really, truthfully standing in the way of them and the Hunters. The young Keepers, like myself...we're being brought here. Some without even really knowing what they're being brought for. Just...being brought. Others, like myself. Well, we've got a good enough idea.
One thing is for certain. Our world, our real world...it's in turmoil. Each group, or type, of Gifted, and the Keepers, we all have to get along, and learn to live and learn and fight together if we really expect to win this ongoing war.
And Evermore just might be the place to do it.
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Post by 🌿 Loѕтмoon 🌿 on Jul 17, 2017 13:27:07 GMT -5
Yuri glanced warily out of the window, she walked over and opened it slightly. Letting the breeze slither through her blond hair as the stands of blond swayed calmly in the cool wind. "A few. We get along quite well because our species are naturally known for having social personalities. Other species though..." She cut herself off as she realised she might be talking about Pyros, Cyros and other cold types of species. She didn't want to reveal how tnese she was with being roomed with a Pyro.
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Post by queen of disco on Jul 17, 2017 15:55:10 GMT -5
{omggg i hate going on mobile but i worked so much over the weekend that i literally passed out from being so exhausted. i'm babysitting again rip so i'll send up all my replies when i get home c: }
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Post by Turtleshell on Jul 17, 2017 16:24:22 GMT -5
(I like that first purple a lot Ging! Awesome hopefully Star can work with it... NP North. We all understand ) Bray was so focused on Namika's attacks that he was nearly oblivious to Mick's plotting and scheming in the background. He didn't need to immediately worry about it however; Mick seemed slow, possibly hesitant to continue his attack? "Tired?" he questioned Namika but didn't look like he was going to call it a day as he lurched forward again, throwing himself in her direction, managing to grab her leg and hold her to that position. Rowan finally reached the fence of the battle field, looking on as the group fought with peaked interest. In a short moment he was climbing over the fence and dropping down into the field, heading their way. "Doesn't seem like much of a fair fight," he noted as he was quick to approach Mick, the guy that seemed to be thinking. "Two against one? I like an even set up better," he told him as he readied himself, clearly going to jump in on the side against the fellow boy. --- Maze laughed out loud in a curt manner. "A truly good fighter doesn't need to be prepared," she remarked as she continued their fight, throwing herself forward and attempting to strike him with her staff, only managing to hit his own staff as he blocked. She grinned as she spun her staff to sink it against the side of his leg.
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Jul 17, 2017 17:07:47 GMT -5
I love it too! It fits so perfectly! I'm glad I finally found it. I can send her the color codes)
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Post by Turtleshell on Jul 17, 2017 18:49:15 GMT -5
(There's not too much to do now then, lol, just making headers and putting it all together. I'm going to post my banner soon I guess)
The Gifter watched the students and instructors training from her window in the main building, leaning against her wall as she gazed at them. Too far to perfectly see them, she could make out who was who, however. She felt burning emotion in her heart, trying to hold it back. The sight of these students getting stronger ever year, becoming better weapons...it was exactly what she had hoped for this place. To train these students to fight off the enemies that would be pressuring for their destruction. It almost seemed near to reality now. If only she could keep it that way, to save the very species that had come together here.
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