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Post by ScorchR on Aug 22, 2018 19:58:56 GMT -5
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. I LOST MY ENTIRE STARTER. I'M NOT GOING TO BE ABLE TO REWRITE ALL OF THAT.))
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Aug 22, 2018 19:59:54 GMT -5
xx {{ oh gods, i'm so sorry to hear that
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Aug 22, 2018 20:00:25 GMT -5
[ OOO I love it also, how do you make an image fit to the text box? lol I'm horrible at coding ] xx {{ what do you mean?
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Post by ScorchR on Aug 22, 2018 20:02:53 GMT -5
I can try and redo it, but it's going to be a whole lot worse.))
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Aug 22, 2018 20:05:58 GMT -5
xx {{ i'm so sorry to hear that, scorch
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Aug 22, 2018 20:07:35 GMT -5
[ like... agh hold on ]
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Aug 22, 2018 20:08:11 GMT -5
Allura Y'Shennria While most of the court was in mourning the queen's death, the poisoner Allura Y'Shennria was thanking the goddesses - that she did not believe in - for finally putting Elenara in her grave. Of course, she was not outwardly expressing how she felt for that would be far too improper. No, no, she was playing the game of dutiful servant to the royal family and she was playing it quite well
Allura was dressed in a velvet black dress with a lace veil of the same color covering her hair, apparently grieving for the death of the queen. Her usually mischievous angular face wore quite the solemn expression. Her mouth was twisted down and her midnight eyes did not hold their regular twinkle of spite. The court, and hopefully the Tomsen family, would think she was truly upset over the queen's death; the Y'Shennria family, however, knew better.
The matriarch of the poisoners had never gotten along well with Elenara. It was probable that Elenara was the person most aware of Allura's and her family's affects on the nobility, as they had been the assassins of more than a few Tomsens and many of their friends in past generations. With this great awareness, Elenara had always kept a careful eye on Allura, even as children and teenagers. Once crowned, the queen had attempted to restrict the Y'Shennria's power and hold over the nobility by placing bans or extreme tariffs on ingredients that were only used to make specific poisons. While the power of the Y'Shennria poisoners had not completely disappeared or significantly depleted in the slightest, it had still gone down enough to make the stark matriarch frustrated.
But now that she was gone, Allura had the chance to restore her family's glory and possibly make it greater than before. Never had there been so ripe an opportunity for the Y'Shennria poisoners to so massively influence the royal family as there was now. If Allura could play the game - her own game - correctly she could figure out who's claim for the throne to back. If she could do that, her family's influence, power, and riches would be set for generations to come.
But there were so many ifs.
Shaking the worrisome thoughts clear of her head, Allura snaked her way around the dining hall, ever aware of the fact that all of the royal siblings were now absent from the hall. With Princess Ariadne's actions earlier, sitting on her mother's throne the day after her death without the government declaring her the new Queen Regnant, it was probably best for her to be absent. But Kai, Guinevere, and the young prince, whatever his name was, where were they? Should they not be playing the role of the perfect royals, so as to further cement their claims to the throne?
do you see how the image starts to repeat near the bottom? how do I keep it from doing that?
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Aug 22, 2018 20:12:04 GMT -5
xx {{ the image isn't large enough. ^^ i have to find images that are big enough to fill it.
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Aug 22, 2018 20:12:42 GMT -5
xx {{ try resizing it to a bigger size. or finding a larger version of the image.
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Aug 22, 2018 20:18:00 GMT -5
[ thanks! ]
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Aug 22, 2018 20:49:05 GMT -5
xx {{ np
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Post by Meteorstar on Aug 22, 2018 21:07:46 GMT -5
( I'll try to post my starter for Golden Age later tonight.
Would anyone like me to RP Iris or Arcus for them? )
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Aug 22, 2018 21:09:16 GMT -5
[ p l e a s e rp Iris for me ]
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Post by ScorchR on Aug 22, 2018 21:26:51 GMT -5
So I did some thinking on my drive home from school. Can I change something on Crystal's form? Or should I just mention it in my opener?))
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Aug 22, 2018 21:34:12 GMT -5
xx {{ tbh, i'll just be rping between ej and finni until the questers leave their camps and then i'll just probably lurk and enjoy watching their struggles.
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Post by Meteorstar on Aug 22, 2018 21:55:20 GMT -5
( Scorch: What do you want to change about Crystal? ouo
Macbeth: Sure thing. ouo )
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Post by ScorchR on Aug 22, 2018 21:57:56 GMT -5
I just want to add some features. I finalized what kind of character I'd like her to be, so I wanted to add a couple features to show that.))
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Post by Meteorstar on Aug 22, 2018 22:04:30 GMT -5
( Oh, then sure thing! O: Have you edited the form already, or are you gonna post the finished result soon?
Oh, before I forget, Scorch! I remembered that the Romans don't really use Iris or Arcus messages, as they didn't even know what it was when Percy mentioned it in the books. Instead, they use giant eagles to send messages. So for the prophecy to be sent to them, a giant golden eagle of Jupiter's will deliver it! ouo And it might indicate it goes to Crystal specifically. )
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Post by Meteorstar on Aug 22, 2018 22:08:21 GMT -5
Iris ❝ Rainbows always stand for hope ❞ ─ goddess of rainbows ─
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Post by ScorchR on Aug 22, 2018 22:10:15 GMT -5
I'll have it up in just a tick!
Oh really? Well then. I just had the praetors and Lupa delivering the message and explaining everything to her. Is that okay still? And does that mean she kinda just has to wing it and hope the other two show up?))
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Post by ScorchR on Aug 22, 2018 22:13:04 GMT -5
Crystal O’Connel - child of [ Jupiter ] Crystal is a nineteen-year-old girl that stands at 6’1”. She’s at a height that is taller than most people, with a well muscled and toned body. She has slightly pale skin with a small splash of freckles over her nose thanks to her Irish heritage, but the black hair and electric blue eyes of the godly half. Her hair falls to her neck, though she keeps it up in a wild ponytail. Her bangs are also long and fall over the right side of her face past her chin. She is battle hardened, and sports many scars all over her body. The most prominent are a pair of them on her left cheek. One starts right near her left eye and moves down to her chin. The other starts by her nose and moves towards the back of her jaw. They are two separate scars that happen to form an X, and they were received at different times. She was born in Boston, but raised in a traditional Irish home. So she does speak with a bit of an Irish accent. She is a centurion that has received many gifts from the gods for her service, including: a set of armor from Vulcan, a shield from Bellona, and a javelin from her father, Jupiter.
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Post by ScorchR on Aug 22, 2018 22:13:39 GMT -5
There we go, there's the reprint. Added some scars to her, showing she's a bit of a veteran.))
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Post by Meteorstar on Aug 22, 2018 22:15:02 GMT -5
( Hmm, I suppose that works. Maybe they got the eagle themselves first, and knowing who it was from, knew who the message was for? And then they went to tell Crystal? )
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Post by ScorchR on Aug 22, 2018 22:16:10 GMT -5
Yeah that works for me. Now I don't have to change my starter. XD Cause I'm pretty close to done with it. Also I did a quick edit on the form, just in case you haven't put it up yet. Just swapped Minerva to Bellona.))
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Post by ScorchR on Aug 22, 2018 22:56:30 GMT -5
Crystal O'Connel was standing before the praetors and Lupa, her arms cross and posture speaking of one who is always ready to fight, unable to believe what she was hearing at the moment. She was not a happy camper right now. From what she was being told, this sounded like something for one of the praetors, or Lupa herself. Just way too important. But also, it seemed like a one way trip. She'd gone on plenty of those quests and patrols, content with the fact she may not return. But recently, she'd been wanting to go out less and less. She wanted to stay home for at least a year before she was sent out again. She wanted some rest. She was tired.
"But why me?" she finally asked, breaking the silence that had fallen while she'd processed what she'd been told. The first praetor sighed heavily, almost as if they had been expecting this question and were disappointed they'd been right. "We can't send a normal legionnaire on this quest, not on something this important. A centurion was our only option, and you fit the bill." The other praetor nodded. "You've also been given three gifts from the gods. That's more than most family lines get in their countless generations. You've served the gods directly and have many completed many quests. Your experience alone would be enough." The first praetor interjected with an eye roll. "Also you're the only daughter of Jupiter here. So obviously you would be picked."
Crystal looked between them. "But surely there must be someone else. I only just got released from the medics from my last quest. I should still be resting, not heading out on another quest." Lupa finally spoke up, interrupting her. "You're the Primus, Crystal. You're our best warrior, and our best centurion. Your wounds won't stop you, because you're stronger than them. You will represent us, show just how strong we are. Even if this quest turns for the worst, you will survive. Because that is who you are."
Crystal sighed softly. "Okay, but why must we work with the other camps? Surely we could just send out our own squad, while they sent out theres. It would certainly be more efficient, and we wouldn't have to work together." The second praetor shook their head. "That would be a mistake. Going against the prophecy could destroy us. We can't risk it." The first praetor nodded. "We must work with them, no matter how hard it will be to do so." Lupa stood, making all three demigods stop and look at her. "Enough talk. Go prepare." She turned and left, Crystal and the Praetors bowing to her.
The praetors started to leave as well, moving past Crystal. The second one stopped though, laying a gentle hand on her shoulder. "When you return, we can talk about you retiring. You've given your life to us, and you've served the gods well. You deserve at least that." The praetor smiled softly at her. "Good luck, Primus." They then continued out, catching up to the first praetor.
Crystal was left alone in the silence, surprise etched on her face. Retirement? She was tired, sure, but she was still young. Surely she had a couple more years of service to give. She shook her head, clearing away the thoughts. No point in wondering about that now, she had a quest to get to. So she reluctantly trudged back to the first cohort. She had a go-bag ready to go with spare clothes, rations, and toiletries. So she wouldn't have to waste anytime packing. She only really wore the purple, camp t-shirt, white cargo shorts, and steel toed boots.
As for her magical items, she always had them with her. The first was a golden, chain necklace with a silver pendant. On the pendant was a golden symbol of a flaming hammer crossed with a lightning bolt. It was to show how Jupiter and Vulcan had made it together. When she held the pendant and spoke a phrase, her armor formed around her. The second was a white, leather bracelet. The leather was connected to a circular piece of golden metal, etched with the symbol of Bellona. When she touched two sides of the piece of metal at the same time, it formed into a magical shield. The final one, her favorite, was a white, stun baton she kept in a holster at her hip. On the bottom of the hilt was the symbol of her father, Jupiter, the same one she had tattooed on her forearm. If she hit a button on it, it would become a lightning javelin. With those alone she was more than prepared for any quest.
She swung the go-bag over her shoulder, sighing softly. She really didn't want to go on this stupid quest. She turned and left the cohort, moving towards the exit to the camp. She had no idea how she was going to contact the other two demigods she was supposed to join up with, but they would figure it out. Somehow.
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Post by ScorchR on Aug 22, 2018 22:56:57 GMT -5
I really hope this is alright. I still think my first one was so much better.))
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Post by Meteorstar on Aug 22, 2018 23:02:03 GMT -5
( It's absolutely perfect, Scorch!
Oh, Macbeth! I should have asked if you wanted to post a starter, so I can get an idea of where Jacinta would be and what she would be doing, when she gets the Iris message? )
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Aug 23, 2018 11:39:46 GMT -5
xx {{ ^^ i'm excited for all of this to get started
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Aug 23, 2018 16:45:38 GMT -5
[ hey sorry, I was at work today I'll be posting my starter soon ]
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Aug 23, 2018 18:35:50 GMT -5
Jacinta Tassos
my touch is lethal my touch is power ─ daughter of styx ─ Camp Half-Blood, Styx Cabin A rainbow. A shimmering, glittering, rainbow in the Styx Cabin in Camp Half-Blood. This could only mean one thing: Iris.
Jacinta was getting an Iris message.
This certainly wasn't her first, but they didn't come frequently. She didn't talk to many people and those that did speak with her found other, more direct ways to reach her. This was just downright odd - and annoying, given the time of morning. Jacinta was not a morning person; the night suited her far better as she was, in some roundabout way, related to Nyx, the primordial goddess of night. Plus she liked the fact that not many people were so chatty at night.
What this all means is that Jacinta was not a happy camper - literally. "Dear Hades," she groaned groggily. "Who in Cthonia am I getting an Iris message from?" The pale daughter of the goddess of hatred and the river of the dead was extremely confused. She had no siblings that would want to contact her, her father didn't speak to her anymore, and her mother just came to her directly or sent letters when she needed to, as Hermes Cthonius was in her employ. Oh, the perks of being a goddess of the underworld.
"Like, seriously? Especially at this time of the morning. Anyone who knows me knows that I don't ever wake up this gods-awful early. So what is it, Miss Rainbow? Spit it out, now."
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