ιcєу
nothing good starts in a getaway car
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Post by ιcєу on Nov 11, 2017 19:12:29 GMT -5
I'm finishing putting up forms, and then I'll have a starter up ^^
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Post by Iceheart014 on Nov 11, 2017 20:26:23 GMT -5
Okay! cant wait!
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Post by ᴘᴀʟᴀᴅɪɴ ✧ on Nov 11, 2017 20:36:39 GMT -5
aaaaa here are my forms finally. can't wait for the starter :00
Niamh { 21 -- Female } Bisexual Fire - xx Niamh has a deep bronze complexion, clearly coming from an African - or at the very least, mixed with such - heritage, and she stands at 5'4". Her hair is her pride and joy, falling an inch past her shoulders in tight curls that are a dark brown in color. If she were to straighten or stretch out her hair, it'd prove to be much longer than it appears and reach her tailbone. Her eyes are a reddish mahogany brown and wildly expressive. Impulsive && Competitive && Wily.
Rafal { 24 -- Male } Bisexual Earth - Teleportation Rafal's eyes are his most distinct characteristic, an vivid and striking shade of gray that is the exact color of a polished shard of metal with tinges of blue around the edges. In certain lighting, they'll even appear to be silver. The rest of his features only serve to further accentuate his eyes; his skin is a medium beige with cool undertones, his hair a subdued dirty blonde that's been cropped short. He stands at a solid 6 feet. Pragmatic && Stoic && Assertive.
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ιcєу
nothing good starts in a getaway car
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Post by ιcєу on Nov 11, 2017 21:09:10 GMT -5
Cromwell Manor. The subject of local lore and myth for centuries. Most of it was fake, but some of it was close. But not close enough. Rowenna Locke had always hated Coven meetings here. There were too many people, too much must is the dark, stuffy house. And even though the meeting today only consisted of less then fifteen people, she still longed to leap out the window. Or teleport away with her brother. But oh, how angry their mother would be. They were taught from a very young age to hide their unique abilities, and that doing so would result in dire consequences. So she sat quietly in the antique parlor, her red hair pulled back neatly as she sat beside her family. The others sat around the room. There were the Blackmires; with their widow queen Lillianna. Her stoic silver eyes dared anyone to look at her or her family. The brunette was seated beside her twin daughters, who were night and day from each other. It was obvious to tell that they took after different sides of the family. And then came the Creightons. They sat around a round table in the corner quietly whispering amongst themselves. Rowen could see the golden curly hair of Nic as he discussed quietly with his family. Suddenly, the rickety sound of a wooden can striking the floor silenced the family. Everyone turned toward the open French doors, where they saw the shape of the Rega Helena Cromwell. She regarded them all with a hard stare as she slowly moved towards an old armchair. "I see you are all here." Her smooth voice did not match the body it came from. "Good" Taking a breath, the Coven leader began. "Now, I'm sure as most of you know, my time is to soon come to an end, as all times do. But I am still without an heir." Nic blinked. This was the last thing he was expecting to hear on this short notice meeting. Everyone had expected that the grandson, Xander, was to be heir. Even though he was born to a low witch of another Coven out of wedlock. Even though his father died and his lover left their child to his fathers mother, Helena herself. There was no doubt of the boy's power, as no rumor had ever been whispered that he may be weak. So why then? "Therefore, I am holding a tournament of sorts. The winner of which will be named my heir, and shall inherit all my belongings," added Helena. "Including the grimoire?" Lillianna could no longer stand the tension, her question spilling out of her before she could speak. But the desire to know overtook her. With that Grimoire, she could finally destroy the Creightons once and for all. Her green eyes bright, Helena nodded. "Yes, Mrs. Blackmire. Including my Grimoire." Clearing her throat, Helena shifted quickly in her chair. "The witch who can prove they have the most strength may be my heir. I shall throw challenges at every single one of you, yet you know not when or where. The tournament will last no longer than three months, as I have no more than that left on this earth." She paused, raising one brow slightly. "I shall be watching you all very closely."
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ιcєу
nothing good starts in a getaway car
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Post by ιcєу on Nov 11, 2017 21:10:04 GMT -5
Sorry that is reallll long.
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Post by Iceheart014 on Nov 11, 2017 21:41:35 GMT -5
Xander sat stiffly in his chair. He tried his best to hide his frustration and anger with a smile. Though he knew his eyes must be betraying him. He had wanted desperately to become heir and had been extremely hurt when his grandmother had told him otherwise. Still, he was determined to prove himself. He would set to win the tournament and prove everyone that his past determined nothing. It wasn't as if others doubted his abilities, but they doubted his past and that was enough to drive him forward.
Elora smiled from her seat next to her mother. Her hands were folded delicately on top of her crossed legs. She had fixed her eyes on Helena once she had walked into the room. Once the news had been announced, she stole a glance at her sister. She braced herself for the opportunity to prove her abilities.
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Nov 11, 2017 22:36:36 GMT -5
Soryn { 24 -- Male } Heterosexual Bonded to Air* - Shapeshifter** Strong and yet lean, Soyrn stands close to six feet; his build is lean and agile, designed for speed rather than brute strength - although mistaking Soryn as weak is a poor decision. His face is angular and rugged, nose straight and proud. His hair is a dark, curly brown, draping slightly past his ears. His eyes are of the same shade, a deep, rich brown - like a well-aged whiskey. His skin is somewhere between pale and tanned. He's got a small beard and mustache that helps to keep his face warm. He holds himself with pride and a bit of arrogance, and just a hint of swagger. Prideful, loyal, brooding
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Nov 11, 2017 22:36:56 GMT -5
[ ugh it's kind of a terrible form but hey lol it's done ]
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Post by dandelion on Nov 11, 2017 23:10:46 GMT -5
yay starter~! i'll have to finish up my forms in the morning, as i'm super tired and gonna head to bed. working sick has been brutal ;v;
*boop
Penelope Crane { 18 -- Female } Bisexual n/a – n/a A small girl standing at around five foot three with a petite and doll-like body structure. Her eyes are large and coated in long lashes, tawny in color. Penelope has a smooth, brown complexion. Her dark brown hair is cut short in a bob-like fashion, falling down in well-kept curls. She can often be seen wearing thick sweaters and flowery accessories in her hair. Her girlish appearance is actually quite a contrast from her nature. Mischievous, theatrical, audacious
Blair Holloway { 20 – Male} Asexual Air - Necromancy A man of average height at 5’9”~5’10” with a slender, lean body structure. He has an unblemished, ivory skin-tone and a clean-shaven face. His hair is a white-blond color, short and layered, and tends to be left in a tousled mess with little real care put into it besides the basics. His eyes are amber-brown in color, often appearing distant or deep in thought. Blair has a boyish, youthful look to him that can cause him to easily be mistaken as a little younger than he actually is. Stoic, passive, blunt
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Nov 15, 2017 22:28:17 GMT -5
Bored was an understatement to describe Soryn Creighton’s current entertainment level. He drummed his fingers on the round table his family was sitting around. His younger brother was talking quietly, but Soryn was only half paying attention. He could guess the purpose of the meeting, considering that the Coven’s leader, Helena, was getting up there in years. It wasn’t much of a secret that she hadn’t much time left; perhaps a few months, perhaps a year, at most. Although Soryn would be sad when she passed away, he wouldn’t be particularly grief-stricken. Soryn wasn’t often described as a particularly emotional person; he was aloof, stoic, brooding – that sort of thing. A man of few words. Still, as the eldest son in his family, it was expected of him to put up a façade – and so he did. His whiskey-brown eyes trailed across the room, studying each of the other people in the room, cataloging them away in the back of his mind. The Lockes, the Blackmires. Before his inspection could go much further, the French doors opened, swung inward, and the Coven queen strode in, albeit at a rather slow pace.
Still, her very aura demanded respect. There was a strength in her voice, an underlying will that was as strong as steel. It didn’t reflect the state of her physical form as she settled into an old armchair, looking frail and tired and very much like the years were catching up to her. Soryn studied her quietly, waiting for her to continue speaking. She did, announcing that she had no heir to inherit the Coven title. That was interesting; most had assumed that her illegitimate grandson, Xander, would be the one to inherit Helena’s belongings, estate and titles. He was related to her by blood of course. Some of the eyes in the room flicked to the man in question, but no one said anything. Xander wasn’t weak by any means; the level of his inherit power was almost palpable, but it seemed that Helena had made her decision. Soryn blinked, and then swapped his attention back to the matriarch as she announced her plan to select an heir.
A tournament? That was certainly new; Soryn couldn’t remember the last time a Coven leader was selected in such a manner. It was either an inherited position, or taken forcefully by murder and manipulation. He narrowed his eyes. It seemed Helena was throwing everything she had into the tournament, including her Grimoire. That was surprising. Grimoires stayed within a family; it had always been thus. Why would she give that up? Lillianna Blackmire seemed particularly interested in it; no doubt she had a plan to destroy his family. He snorted. She could try.
Soryn shifted forward to study Helena. Although he’d never expected to be Coven leader, with the possibility close enough to touch, he had to plan. The Creightons had been looking to restore their position for quite some time; he’d have to be the one to ensure it. With his inherent skill of Shapeshifting, he was confident he could overcome anything Helena threw at him. Being able to shift your shape at will certainly made life easier, but few – if any – outside his family knew he was a Shapeshifter. It was his secret weapon, so to speak, and he’d have to be careful to wield it well until the title was at last back in the hands of the Creightons.
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ιcєу
nothing good starts in a getaway car
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Post by ιcєу on Nov 15, 2017 22:38:36 GMT -5
I'll probably have a response up sometime tomorrow.
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Post by Iceheart014 on Dec 9, 2017 12:02:00 GMT -5
Is this roleplay still happening or?
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