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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2018 16:24:03 GMT -5
(aye this looks great. i may join later. is it ok if i use say a banshee as a character?)
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Post by Lilystar88 on May 6, 2018 16:26:35 GMT -5
[[@angelfur sounds good! I was actually going to put banshee's on the original character list, but I kind of got too tired that day to write it all up.
Were you intending your character to just be a ghost that screams or have other kind of banshee specifics? Either way it's fine with me, just wanted to give you a chance to create your own lore for 'banshee's' as a species if you wanted.]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on May 6, 2018 16:36:23 GMT -5
"You... You really would?" Aurora asked, surprised. She honestly hadn't expected this - From what she could tell, this man was somebody very important indeed. Why would he bother teaching her, a young Thaumatulogist who probably would never achieve anything much? "I-If you would, I'd be happy to accept your offer," She replied, forcing a hint of confidence into her voice. (I have to go to bed now, but I'll be back in 9-11 hours!) [[Ahh the age old adage of sleep. See ya then. I should probably be going to bed too but whelp I'm too pumped from my drama evening.]] "Marvelous!" he announced, shaking her hand thoroughly at their new contract. In Desmond's mind, there was no time to lose, so he snapped his fingers to create a large puff of smoke. It didn't make him invisible, but it gave him enough time to sneak away into the undergrowth, which was a little trick he'd learned from some circus thaumaturgists. In his stead he shouted, "meet me by the abandoned manor house at the edge of Lake Green tomorrow at 6 o'clock," and was then gone. That had given him time to nose around a few old books and speak to some of the older professors, and a few of the younger ones. These sources confirmed that she was indeed from a family of thaumaturgy -- not a spy at all. All this made Desmond so happy, he was practically skipping down the halls of the Bristol Headquarters. But by six o'clock the following evening he tried to be serious, and professor like. After all, the girl would probably want a professor and not just a 'doctor' (still a little sour he didn't have the former title). He'd dressed in his smartest brown tailed coat, and was wearing new black boots with gold souls and edges. He'd taken out his gold and copper pocket watch, which he peeked at. 6 o'clock on the nose. She should be here soon. |
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2018 16:38:55 GMT -5
(mine would be able to switch between looking like a drop dead gorgeous young woman and an ugly horrid old hag since that is the forms a banshee can take if they wish. and the powers are well think of Teen Wolf lore for that.)
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Post by Lilystar88 on May 6, 2018 16:46:41 GMT -5
(mine would be able to switch between looking like a drop dead gorgeous young woman and an ugly horrid old hag since that is the forms a banshee can take if they wish. and the powers are well think of Teen Wolf lore for that.) [[So, detecting death and kind of mild telapathic connection to supernatural creatures, as well as the screaming thing that acts as a beacon or a thing that can kill people? Are they people who have died or just people who are, like Lydia was?]] |
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Post by Lilystar88 on May 6, 2018 17:11:06 GMT -5
[[ok I got work tomorrow so I gotta go. See ya'll soon[]]
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2018 17:32:09 GMT -5
(like maybe a cross between both? not exactly dead but not truly alive either?)
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Post by leobloise on May 6, 2018 18:23:24 GMT -5
[[ leobloise Ooo looks fantastic! Would love to work out a plot with my vampire Viola. What kind of plots do you like? I can make additional character's if needs be]] [[ Sparkly sorry this took so long! I've had a drama filled evening.]] It had been three months since Desmond had finished his 'Manual on the Supernatural'. By many respected scholar's accounts, it was a 'fluff piece', not worthy of a place on the shelves of thaumaturgist's libraries. But, Desmond had argued otherwise -- he, and many others had been lucky. People had been around to teach him of werewolves, vampires and all the rest of the supernatural consortium. But woe be to the poor soul that had no one to teach him. In that respects, a manual may come in handy. How it would reach such people Desmond did not know, but at least it was there now -- written on paper with ink. His next project, however, would take a little more time and effort. Here, in the forest, was a rumoured to be where the great battle between John McIver and George Bloodmancer had taken place, that had destroyed the second vampire Empire. Maybe he could peek back into time -- to see the vicious fight. It was the right day and everything, he just needed to summon the forces. But just as he was starting to pull blue strands of light out of thin air, and weave them together like knitting a glass window to form a viewing portal into another world, he was hit by something. "Ow!" he cried, then turned sharply to see a girl. Oh no. Oh no oh no. It was going to be the fifties all over again. A witch hunt! "Th-That, was, um, mere chemistry my girl! The wonders of the natural science," But wait, it was 2018. Womenfolk were allowed to be scientists now...perhaps she knew that mere 'chemistry' could not do that alone. His face went bright red, and he prepared for the worst. Coolio!)) I'm fine with most any types of plots. Whatever you would like I am probably going to be fine with. Also, sorry for that poof. I was hanging out with some friends.)) |
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2018 18:31:44 GMT -5
Amelia Nevorac // Female // Banshee // 31 October 1832 (Age: 186) (Looks:21) Kind to a point but will hurt people if need be. Although she has no reason to she tries to hide the fact she is a banshee, though this is hard since she will go to places of death or impending death without knowing it. She can scream like Lydia from Teen Wolf so that all other noise around her is drowned out and she can focus on the voices she hears. She isn't dead but not truly alive either, more in a limbo state of life and death and is able to commune with the dead. She is able to change from looking gorgeous to ugly in a second. |
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Post by Lilystar88 on May 7, 2018 2:07:39 GMT -5
[[@angelfur perfect, I'll get that up on the main page. I was wondering, for when I write down banshee lore, if I could put it that banshee's were the child of a ghost and a human which causes the 'half dead' state thing? Fine if not just let me know what works for you. Also, what is your lit preferences? A few lines? A few paragraphs? 100 words? 1000 words? that kind of thing]] [[ leobloise lol no worries. Perhaps they could just meet and we develop it from there? Normally I like to plan things out beforehand but their both really interesting characters and it'll be fun to play around with Viola's reaction's to actually meeting a vampire older than her.]] |
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Post by Sparkly on May 7, 2018 3:18:50 GMT -5
"You... You really would?" Aurora asked, surprised. She honestly hadn't expected this - From what she could tell, this man was somebody very important indeed. Why would he bother teaching her, a young Thaumatulogist who probably would never achieve anything much? "I-If you would, I'd be happy to accept your offer," She replied, forcing a hint of confidence into her voice. (I have to go to bed now, but I'll be back in 9-11 hours!) [[Ahh the age old adage of sleep. See ya then. I should probably be going to bed too but whelp I'm too pumped from my drama evening.]] "Marvelous!" he announced, shaking her hand thoroughly at their new contract. In Desmond's mind, there was no time to lose, so he snapped his fingers to create a large puff of smoke. It didn't make him invisible, but it gave him enough time to sneak away into the undergrowth, which was a little trick he'd learned from some circus thaumaturgists. In his stead he shouted, "meet me by the abandoned manor house at the edge of Lake Green tomorrow at 6 o'clock," and was then gone. That had given him time to nose around a few old books and speak to some of the older professors, and a few of the younger ones. These sources confirmed that she was indeed from a family of thaumaturgy -- not a spy at all. All this made Desmond so happy, he was practically skipping down the halls of the Bristol Headquarters. But by six o'clock the following evening he tried to be serious, and professor like. After all, the girl would probably want a professor and not just a 'doctor' (still a little sour he didn't have the former title). He'd dressed in his smartest brown tailed coat, and was wearing new black boots with gold souls and edges. He'd taken out his gold and copper pocket watch, which he peeked at. 6 o'clock on the nose. She should be here soon. (Hi!) Aurora had set out at around 5 PM, having wanted plenty of time to arrive by the set time. She was incredibly excited about this opportunity, and definitely didn't want to fall at the first hurdle, so to speak. She hadn't actually told her parents what she was doing, for fear of them telling her that she couldn't go. She was still young - Not a child, but young. Young enough to be under the control of her parents. She had arrived exactly at the right time, a fact which pleased her greatly, being a slight perfectionist. The girl glanced around as she approached the abandoned manor house. It was... Well, eerie. Hopefully, Doctor Bronze (She honestly wished she didn't call him that when thinking about him, but it felt formal enough to be polite) hadn't decided against meeting her... |
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Post by Lilystar88 on May 7, 2018 3:27:31 GMT -5
[[morning. I’ll try to reply soon but I’m technically at work so it might be a few hours.]]
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2018 7:24:37 GMT -5
(I don't see the logic in it of ghost human child. So yeah. Umm idk but it's about usually a paragraph?)
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Post by leobloise on May 7, 2018 7:30:53 GMT -5
[[@angelfur perfect, I'll get that up on the main page. I was wondering, for when I write down banshee lore, if I could put it that banshee's were the child of a ghost and a human which causes the 'half dead' state thing? Fine if not just let me know what works for you. Also, what is your lit preferences? A few lines? A few paragraphs? 100 words? 1000 words? that kind of thing]] [[ leobloise lol no worries. Perhaps they could just meet and we develop it from there? Normally I like to plan things out beforehand but their both really interesting characters and it'll be fun to play around with Viola's reaction's to actually meeting a vampire older than her.]] Sounds good to me. Would you mind starting? -3- )) |
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2018 8:04:11 GMT -5
(I'll be making another character later. Probably a half-demon or something.)
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Post by Lilystar88 on May 7, 2018 11:44:45 GMT -5
(I don't see the logic in it of ghost human child. So yeah. Umm idk but it's about usually a paragraph?) [ ] [[Right, cool, I'll just make it another 'thing that can happen when you die/undead' thing then in the lorepage.]] (I'll be making another character later. Probably a half-demon or something.) [[So, I'm really sorry to be awkward but I was kinda wanting to leave angels/demons and gods out of this rp, mainly because then you get so close to a spiritual roleplay and religion is a sensitive topic for all...but, if it's super important to you then we can talk about it a bit more.]] [[ leobloise cool! Will be up tonight but might take me a while, but will defos be up before I go to bed.]] [[ Sparkly ]] Desmond almost expected her to be late -- students often were. They never used to be, back in the olden days where everything was strict and proper. Sometimes he wished those days were back again, as he did so enjoy it -- the uniforms and the fact everyone called him 'sir', but he knew if he didn't adapt he'd die lonely and without friends, so he chose to reluctantly embrace the new. "Perfect! Exactly on time. I'm impressed," he started, then pulled out a piece of thin leather cord with a stone neck ruin on it. "This is a guest pass," Desmond informed her as he put it around her neck. "Let's you see the true Bristol Society..." With that, he turned to the abandoned old manor house. It sometimes took a few seconds to take effect, but soon instead of a decrepit and derelict illusion Aurora would see the truth. The manor house was positively alive, with clean polished steel railings capped with bronze finishings. The brickwork was all clean and mould free -- bright, red house bricks building a four story mini-palace. The skylights dotted amongst the slated roof showed astronomers looking out for the thaumaturgy forces of the sky. Weaving in and out the many bushes, trees and pruned hedges of the expansive gardens surrounding the lake were all sorts of animals -- all drawn to the thaumaturgy inside. "What do you think?" Desmond asked her, leaving Aurora time to take it all in. |
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Post by Lilystar88 on May 7, 2018 12:42:38 GMT -5
"It is indeed -- the world of thaumaturgy is unlike the world of normal humanity. In that world, the prestigious places of learning are in Cambridge and Oxford. Here, it is Bristol and York," he told her, starting his walk over the water to the main manor house. Initially, it must have looked like he was just about to walk onto the water -- but instead of hitting the lake, a bridge of creamy marble formed under his feet as he took each new step.
Once on the other side, they hit a stretch of sandy coloured pebbles that was a straight path to the main door. Many butterflies and torch-bugs drifted around the little trees on either side of the pathway -- their wing beats as delicate as lace dancing in the wind. Some of the flowers in the trees glowed, some had multi coloured petals. The sight must've seemed strange to a newcomer, but so normal to Desmond that he hardly noticed it (except, to note, that his firework roses were not as big as professor Hillington's, which meant he was sure foul play was afoot.)
But his attention was then distracted as the sound of someone running up the pathway to greet them hit his ears.
"Professor, I was trying to get my hedgehog to grow diamonds on it's spikes -- but it only ever grows coal. How can I--"
Ah, Francis, a smart boy -- using that title that had deviously been withheld from Desmond that he did so crave. But he still wasn't swayed enough to lend the boy his gemstone rings, that was too great a gift. Besides, it was cheating. How then would he learn.
"Try a little more enchanted mulberry in it's food, and if that doesn't work come see me in the morning," he said and then the student thanked him and left. Desmond turned to Aurora. "Do you have a particular area of study yourself, miss Mirren?"
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Post by Lilystar88 on May 7, 2018 13:10:45 GMT -5
[[bbl at around 9ish. my brother's coming back soon and we're gon watch movies.]]
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2018 14:09:24 GMT -5
(I'm grounded idk for how long so I'm letting you know.)
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Post by Lilystar88 on May 7, 2018 16:53:59 GMT -5
[[@angelfur Okay cool, thanks for letting me know. leobloise So, I wanted to write a proper chunky starter for viola (cause she's fun to write) so I'm going to bail on doing that tonight cause I must be sleeping in 30 minutes (sorry, my stupid brother started the movie waaaay too late and it was GotG 2 which I had to see so I can see infinity war and yeah sorry. Sparkly same as above, I gotta go to bed now. Responses will be up at aprox 4 pm gmt tomorrow. Night all. ]] |
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Post by leobloise on May 7, 2018 20:16:19 GMT -5
(Coolio! And it's no problem, I totally understand! ))
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Post by Lilystar88 on May 8, 2018 10:58:39 GMT -5
[[ leobloise better late than never]] Viola had waited decades for this moment. Literally, decades. She, like many vampires of a certain age, had acquired through the centuries a taste for particular blood. Her’s wasn’t particularly unusual -- she prefered women, either virgins or women in the first few weeks of pregnancy with either A or O, or AB positive blood grouping (but not B on it’s own). And they had to be rich in iron, with a low white blood count and an average platelet count. It might sound specific, but Viola was an expert hunter -- knowing when and how to make kills so no one would suspect. Yet, it wasn’t what she wanted that was the problem it was how she wanted it. One of the things that separated humans from general livestock animals was that pigs and cows would eat slop -- food all mashed together and mucky, that was so disgusting it looked like it was the same substance that went in and went out of their bodies. Yet, humans, liked style -- finesse -- with their food. They had whole countries and crafts -- patissering and chocolatiering, to make food look good rather than taste good. It was like what Viola had about her hunts. She liked her hunts to be specific -- to have a certain order to them. She liked to seduce her kill. Problem was, she didn’t like to sleep with women. I mean, she’d done it, after five hundred years who hasn’t? But it normally didn’t do much for her. So she’d found a little someone who was a nice combination between masculinity and femininity -- a hybrid child, so to speak. They used to be left out in the cold to die until recently, but this one had been kept alive and raised into a man. He was eighteen now. So, for his birthday, Viola had rescued him from the damp little village in Canada he’d lived in and brought him to Brazil where he’d been taught the adult arts and at that moment she had bedded him -- quite a few times at that. A few injections and inseminations or so later and he was ready -- at last, finally, his blood would be hers. The location of her feast was not a hard decision to make. There was this club, in Curitiba, called ‘Under the sea’ and ran by a siren she knew from a few decades back. The club wasn’t literally under the sea, but it was under the radar of local law. Yet, drug deals and contract killings weren’t all that went on in the club. There were quite a few supernaturals here too. The werewolves stayed away, but there were some vampires. The eldest of which was just under 200. A baby. They knew she was here, of course, but didn’t dare speak to her. That little undercurrent of fear she felt from all of them only heightened her happiness. This would be an evening to remember. There she was, sitting on a stool by the bar, the dubstep music blaring ever so loud and lights flashing like a thunderstorm. Junkies were snorting their powder, a few poor souls were getting beaten up, one or two were getting drank -- Viola didn’t care. She looked into the eyes of her prey, who was dancing provocatively on her lap, and smiled. This was it. But to enjoy such a kill, all her senses had to be opened fully. But even if they hadn’t she would have felt the shift. My...my god. It can’t be… What? How?! Why?! Where?! How?!? The thoughts, the surprise, was to intense to articulate. All Viola could do was use actions. She looked past Adam, her kill, and straight towards the impossible woman out there on the dance floor. Her eyes stopped glowing like they did in the hunt and dulled down to their natural chestnut. Her hair was still in that tight bun, but it felt like every strand on her head would soon fall of in surprise. The signature thin red lips, parted in an agape mouth. With one swipe from her titanium laced and sharpened fingernails she slit Adam’s throat, then pushed the corpse over onto the floor. The smell of the blood didn’t even cause her to blink. The vampire slid off her stool and stepped forward, her black stilettos unheard by all in the room except her, and well, the other as well -- only they would have the heightened senses to filter that noise out from the deafening dubstep. Once she arrived just inches away from her...her equal, she looked her over and concentrated just a little harder. She was...wait...she was even older than Viola! Even older...she thought that was impossible after she’d killed Gerrard in 95’. Only by a few precious years. She never thought such a small amount of time could be important to her anymore. In keeping with the abilities of a half millennia vampire, she could tell the woman’s age, powers and such. But that meant she could tell all of Viola’s statistical information too. How….interesting. How new. “I don’t know whether I should be angry...afraid…” she said, knowing only the other could hear her in the club noise, “or a little turned on,” the vampire finished with a wicked smile.” |
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Post by Lilystar88 on May 8, 2018 11:03:44 GMT -5
"Not really," Aurora admitted. "My mother does a bit of everything, but my father is pretty niche. Energy manipulation stuff. So, I generally just read whatever books they give me, and take notes." Aurora shrugged at the end of her sentence. It was kind of odd that her parents had never actually let her see much magical activity, and she suddenly wondered if she was some sort of sheltered child. Was it normal to hardly know what your own art looked like? "I see," Desmond said, nodding respectfully. Now, he had to decide whether or not he'd pry at girl's personal life even more. Normally he wouldn't dare, it wasn't the sort of thing he'd be interested in -- but she had came from powerful thaumaturgists who had...for lack of a better word, shunned Bristol. Not much had been heard of them since, but the good thing was that it was unlikely they had no code of principle -- since some thaumaturgists allowed their powers to be used for any and all types of manipulation of the forces. As he stepped inside the main oak and glass doors and to the central hall -- which was a large place, set with checked marble flooring and a double circle staircase leading up to a huge landing that had all the dormitory rooms in it -- he lowered his voice slightly and respectfully said; "I note your parents were not...associated with a Thaumaturgical society. Which is, and forgive me for saying so, unusual in our craft." |
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Post by Lilystar88 on May 8, 2018 12:53:19 GMT -5
Desmond smiled, sympathetic to the idea of being kept in the dark. He'd been kept in the dark about so many things growing up. Before he was ten, he thought the most powerful thing in the world had been his mother's prayer beads. Then, he found out what a gun was.
"I was lucky," he said. "My...caretakers were always open with the thaumaturgical arts. Everything they knew, I knew. But they also weren't affiliated with a society," Desmond explained. He'd wait a little while before he told Aurora he was, essentially, a primitive tribes-person. It was a very surprising fact as he was now so accustomed to civilized society.
He ascended up one of the circular staircases and down the long corridor to the left. Up and down the carpeted hallway many students whizzed, caught up in their own little world. All were of similar ages -- between their late teens and early twenties. Occasionally, another professor would pass by and Desmond would nod to them reciting their title of either 'doctor' or 'professor'. The other academic would return the compliment.
Then, finally, they reached the end of the hallway and there was a simple archway. Beyond that looked to be a library, but Desmond pressed his hand to the oak frame and energy cracked over the entrance-way to form a portal. He grinned. "Not many people have seen this," he said and stepped through to reveal his workshop -- library, study, office. Whatever others called it, to Desmond it was his home.
The space was large -- around 24 yards by 18 yards or so. But the place was cluttered with things -- there were books piled high into stacks, and even more on the shelves that made up the walls room. Desmond preferred books to computers, you see. Infernal things the machines were!
There was a balcony higher up as well, with a few doorways leading into different rooms -- for experimentation, and a few guest rooms and such. On the lower level, the book mountains were separated by desks with beakers and other aids for scientific purpose.
"As you can see," Desmond said, gesturing to the things around him, "I partake in the natural sciences as well. The results of which, if combined with a little thaumaturgy, can make great potions to boon healing and such."
Finally, they arrived at the last 'stop'. They were beside a huge glass window, on a mahogany platform looking out into the clouds. If you peered far enough out of the window, you saw the manor house bellow. It had taken Desmond years to find the spell to make his home float and be unseen, but he had finally done it.
"Now," he said, putting his watch down on his desk that was by the window, "your lesson begins."
"See if you can summon the forces to guide you to the right area of my workshop. There are thousands of books, millions of different accounts to read or see, and infinite ways to learn. Trust in yourself to find what's right for you, but don't be worried if it takes a few times. The first time I did this I spent ages researching insect hive thaumaturgy," he said and rolled his eyes "to me, there is nothing more boring."
Then he stopped talking, stood back, and let Aurora explore.
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