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Post by ๐ ๐ ๐ก ๐ฎ ๐ฅ ๐จ ๐ค on Aug 27, 2019 9:37:57 GMT -5
 the huntฮd โฅ A "HIS DARK MATERIALS" ROLEPLAY โฅ OVERVIEW The ancient witch clans of the north have lived in peace with the rest of the world for thousands of years. Apart from the industrial world, they are an archaic culture that live harmoniously with nature, and are in tune with the spirit of the Earth, drawing certain magical abilities from it. The witches have clung to the ways of their ancient religion as the power of the Church rose around them, taking hold of most of western civilization and creating the all-powerful governing body known as the Magisterium. Soon, the Magisterium was on the witches doorstep. Declaring them worshippers of a false religion and enemies of God, the witches were cast out of their ancestral homes and slaughtered. That is, except for those who escaped. The remaining witches have fled aboard Gyptian boats, forced to remain hidden, for the Magisterium knows of the survivors' existence and have placed a bounty on their heads. They have employed a secret service of Hunters, humans loyal to the Church and willing to travel to the ends of the earth to see the witches destroyed. Here, in Oxford, a few remaining witches attempt to hide in plain sight, disguising their identities, as the ruthless Hunters close in... Members
Percival Regimald
& Balk the salamander
Hunter.
Minna Sobakiin
& Annunaki the barn owl
Witch.
Solas West
& Laika the pharaoh hound
Hunter.
ALEKSEI.NIKITA.ASTRAY & LOEWE / SILVER FOX
HUNTER.
played by corvo
| Mihail Enache
&Liv the european polecat
Civilian.
Kassel Anderson
& Akela the grey wolf
Civilian.
Irene Richter
& Yllen the garter snake
Civillian.
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Witches " Witches were humanoid beings but distinct from humans biologically and culturally. Like humans, witches had dรฆmons, which always settled in the form of birds. Witches aged much more slowly than humans, and were known to live for more than a thousand years. In Lyra's world, only female witches existed. In this world, witches bore the children of human men, who were witches if female and human if male. There were other worlds in which there were male witches. Witches were able to feel cold, but it did not cause them harm. They were also able to feel tingling and silky sensations on their skin when exposed to starlight and moonlight respectively." AbilitiesFlightWitches were capable of using branches of cloud-pine to fly. Cloud-pine was a type of tree with magical properties. Witches used branches of cloud-pine to fly, and were the only ones known to be able to do so. InvisibilityWhile true invisibility was impossible, witches were able to enter a fiercely-held modest state of mind which allowed them to go unnoticed. With the correct degree of intensity, a witch would be able to pass through a crowded room or walk beside a single person unnoticed. Weather controlWitches were able to control the weather to a degree. Serafina Pekkala and her clan were able to summon winds to speed Lee Scoresby's balloon on its way. HealingWitches were capable of performing healing magic. However, this type of spell proved ineffective against the wounds caused to Will Parry by รsahรฆttr. CultureSocietyWitches did not have possessions, and their only means of exchange was mutual aid. Witches divided themselves into communities known as clans. Each clan had its own territory with definite but irregular borders which varied from season to season based on the growth of plants and the migration of animals. Clans formed alliances and enmities with each other. DรฆmonsWitches took part in a coming-of-age ritual, wherein they travelled to a barren land in the North where their dรฆmons could not go, much like the land of the dead. The completion of this ritual allowed them to separate from their dรฆmons over long distances. ReligionWitches were known to worship at least one deity. Yambe-Akka was the witches' goddess of the dead. Witches did not believe in the notion of a spirit. - hdm wikiHunters Hunters are recruited from all corners of the globe, hailing from all different walks of life, with a few commonalities: they must be skilled in combat, adept trackers, loyal to the Magisterium, and most importantly, ready to kill. They can be male or female, with male being the more prevalent gender. Hunters must swear an oath of loyalty to the Magisterium, and adhere to a Code. They must be willing to die for their cause. They are required to be armed, although they may use weapons of their own choosing. Similarly, they may dress however they please, although blending in is encouraged heavily. They carry a Hunter's badge, often kept concealed but to be used in cases of exerting their authority over average citizens to aid in their hunt. Even police are second to them. The Hunter's Codei. The Oath of Fealty to the Magisterium must be taken by all in the Hunter's Order. The Magisterium is your Savior, and as such is owed the same loyalty as you have to God. The Magisterium, The Church, and God are one and the same. A betrayal to the Magisterium is a betrayal of God. ii. A member of the Hunter's Order must be a master of their craft. Their weapon of choice must be able to swiftly and effectively give them the upper hand in combat. Hesitation to kill a witch or a citizen harboring a witch will not be tolerated. Sparing the lives of either is an act of treason. iii. A Hunter must prioritize their sworn duty to the Magisterium over all. Their past life, their family, their own wants and desires must be placed second to their mission. A Hunter does not practice mercy. |
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Post by ๐ ๐ ๐ก ๐ฎ ๐ฅ ๐จ ๐ค on Aug 27, 2019 9:38:48 GMT -5
THE HUNTERS NIKOLAI SOLAS WEST / MALE / 35 YEARS / HUNTER& LAIKA / PHARAOH HOUNDRugged and leanly muscled, one would think from Solasโs appearance he must hail from the wild, wild west of New Denmark. His wardrobe โ mostly consisting of brown, black and faded leather โ is reminiscent of the land where buffalo roam and gunslingers traverse desert highways on horseback. Indeed, he is a New Danish man, but he is a city boy at heart. If you were to ask him, the cobbled streets of his boyhood proved equally full of hardship and adventure. His features are not particularly hard on the eyes, but he is certainly not everyoneโs cup of tea โ with longish, often greasy and tousled, brown hair and angular features. His facial hair is shaven often enough to prevent the growth of a full beard, but these occasions are few and far between enough to result in an almost permanent state of stubble. His brows are thick, straight and low, covering deep set dark brown eyes. He is not the tallest of men, barely grazing 5โ11โ, but his demeanor is thoroughly intimidating. In sharp contrast, his daemon Laika is a beautifully groomed specimen โ a white Egyptian pharaoh hound carrying all the poise and grace of a prize-winning show dog. PERCIVAL LARKTON REGIMALD / MALE / 21 YEARS / HUNTER& BALK / SALAMANDERPercival Larkton Regimald seems too heavy and high a name for someone so gangling. At a thin 5'7, most of which is legs, Percival looks like someone who has been under-fed for a few too many days. With pale skin, a thin chin, and sandy blond hair cut close to his ears (if you ignore the curls which add length), it would be hard to place him at anything older than 21. His posture is often hunched, his gaze a little low and hands behind his back. The clothing he wears is loose and even his shoes hardly seem to stay on his feet. Despite the disheveled look, however, his speed and light, slender fingers have earned him a fair reputation. Just so long as someone is around to help him with a door (since for some odd reason he struggles with them), he seems to keep himself in check. He is highly protective of the ones he cares about, Balk being his first and foremost friend. Still, even though his loyalty seems strong, it is not unwavering. Percival is logical to a fault and will not hesitate to back down when he knows his opponent is dangerous. He's easily board and clearly thinks high of himself. Balk constantly seems to be somewhere up his coat sleeves or draped around Percival's neck. )ALEKSEI NIKITA ASTRAY / MALE / 24 YEARS / HUNTER& LOEWE / SILVER FOXEquipped with a smile charming enough to disarm, Alyosha's presence seems to turn heads wherever he goes. His hair is a blazing red in color, and his wavy, tousled hair reaches the small of his neck in length and cover his ears. The young man's eyes are a piercing ice-blue in color, and despite his penchant for smiling, always seem to be guarded and closed off. Alyosha stands at a height of 6'2 and has a pale complexion, with two small beauty marks, one below his bottom lip and the other under his left eye. His usual attire consists of a fingerless gloves, a black shirt, dark-colored pants, and a grey, loose jacket. He has a charismatic personality, establishing himself as altruistic to others through his helpful, nice attitude towards those he meets. The red-haired man also has the unfortunate habit of being a flirt, making passes at men and women alike. Despite the dense, casanova impression he tends to give off, Alyosha is far from unintelligent. In fact, as the shape his daemon takes implies, he's quite cunning. Underneath his alluring front, he is always reading the room, studying those around him with a keen, watchful eye. Alyosha has a difficult time forming true bonds with other people, and struggles greatly with letting people in because of undisclosed events in his past. He is also not loyal to the church, despite being a hunter and having taken vows. Alyosha does, however, follow the Magisterium and the Hunter's Code, and harbors a powerful resentment towards all witches. There is only one he truly trusts; his daemon, Loewe. Silent and just as enigmatic as his partner, Loewe seems to disappear and reappear in the shadows around Alyosha, never staying in one place.THE HUNTED MINNA SOBAKIIN / FEMALE / 127 YEARS / WITCH& ANNUNAKI / BARN OWLMinna is an olive skinned and fiercely freckled girl with shrewd brown eyes. Her youthful appearance may make her age hard to grasp, but after all she is no human, and actually quite young by witch standards. Choppy dark hair, cut more for necessity than style, falls to her shoulders or is swept back in a rough braid. Her eyes are perpetually narrowed, suggesting Northern Native heritage somewhere in her undefinable ethnic background. Her face is broad, as well as her shoulders and hips, and she is short, standing a mere 5โ3โ. Annunaki is an equally strange creature, a ghostly barn owl with haunting circular black eyes typical of his species, but carrying the gleam of Minnaโs intelligence. CIVILIANS MIHAIL FIORA ENACHE / MALE / 28 YEARS / CIVILIAN& LIV / EUROPEAN POLECATMihail's comfort is found at the bottom of a bottle, the smoke trail of a cigarette, and the warmth of a good laugh. His reputation's been soiled one time too many by his midnight ventures to the tavern and overnight stays in alley ways. He makes coin by conning and stealing from the rich. He is not liked by many. However, for those few who do settle in his midst, he can be a trusted friend and ally, particularly to the witch folk and homeless. Putting his skills to good use, he's become a guide and a smuggler, offering others less fortunate a safer passage through the city's heart. Given this side, some may think him a tad more reliable than the rest, but he's also been known to abandon his weary travelers at their most desperate, choosing rather to save himself than risk death. Mihail's an olive complexion and dark, oily hair which is most times hid by a worn top hat. He's a firm dislike of being touched by anyone and anything other than his polecat, Liv, whose company is the only constant he's had in life. Liv's a bright, little weasel who often drapes herself around Mihail's neck in playful fashion, her reddish/brown coat a softer take on his tattered appearance. Because of his strict aversion towards being touched, he dresses in layers, a thin scarf and long coat his most notable articles. It suits him well in hiding secrets he'd rather no one knew about. Finally, a darkly lit and numb look most often dons his face, his cool brown eyes and growing beard adding age to the spry figure of someone just nearing their thirties. IRENE RICHTER / FEMALE / 26 YEARS / CIVILIAN& YLLEN / GARTER SNAKEIrene was raised on the streets, and though she's off them now, it's clear just from her appearance that she was not born of high society. She dresses entirely for function rather than beauty, often wearing the same five or six items of clothing for years until they become threadbare. She dresses in muted tones, primarily browns, greens, and grays. Her build is naturally slim, and she stands at more or less average height. Nevertheless, she carries herself with a certain gravity. As if she is unintimidated by whomever she may encounter, no matter their stature, occupation, or creed. As if she uninterested and mildly amused by everything she sees. Her skin is naturally quite pale, though it is in stark contrast to her naturally dark brunette hair, which she wears in a half-up, half-down style. She has earthly green eyes lined in charcoal black. One of her trademarks is her heeled boots, which make a rhythmic sound on any stone or wooden floor. Perpetually wrapped around her right wrist is her daemon, Yllen. He's a garter snake of about twelve inches in length. Where Irene is dry, manipulative, and cunning, he is sharp-tongued, fiery, and smooth talking. He often whispers sly remarks to his counterpart. Irene is the type of woman who gets along primary with men. She is more comfortable around the bolder sex, whose motivations are often easier to guess. She gleans great joy both in their company and in leading them on, and in some cases, sending them on pointless adventures. Irene's faults lie in her pride, her jealousy, and her propensity for shooting herself in the foot. KASSEL ANDERSON / FEMALE / ?? YEARS / CIVILIAN& AKELA / GREY WOLFKassel โKasโ Anderson is a Kassel is a strange girl. At least, thatโs what the people around her seem to think, and while she takes great pride in being just a little unusual, sheโd likely punch anyone who called her strange in the face. Fascinated by the world around her, Kassel is always on the hunt for new experiences. Quick to anger and difficult to calm down, Kas enjoys indulging in unladylike behaviour, such as getting into fights and gambling. She has a knack for card games and has been known to win vast sums of money. What happens to that money once it comes into her possession, however, remains a mystery. Despite her wild side, Kas clings closely to her values and is fiercely defensive of the things she believes in. Kas has a lithe, athletic build, and could be considered pretty, with rich sable eyes and curly black hair which she keeps cut short. Out of the two of them, her dรฆmon, Akela, is the voice of reason. Kas often says that the grey wolf keeps her honest and reminds her to value her friends. 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Post by ๐ ๐ ๐ก ๐ฎ ๐ฅ ๐จ ๐ค on Aug 27, 2019 9:39:02 GMT -5
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Post by สแดแดสสแดสแดแด ยป on Aug 27, 2019 11:18:05 GMT -5
(will delete if needed) this sounds super cool!!
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Post by ๐ ๐ ๐ก ๐ฎ ๐ฅ ๐จ ๐ค on Aug 27, 2019 15:55:35 GMT -5
สแดแดสสแดสแดแด ยป you're more than okay! but thank you!! and we're totally open to joining if you'd be interested. i have high muse for this roleplay right now i'm SUPER anxious to get started c: only have one other person interested so far. idk if you know anything about the his dark materials/golden compass book/movie universe but i'd be more than willing to fill you in. the plot's pretty distant from the canton story just takes place in the same universe basically
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 27, 2019 16:52:02 GMT -5
(Hey Kale!
Also, I'll go grab my bio for Percival really fast!
Percival Larkton Regimald seems too heavy and high a name for someone so gangling. At a thin 5'7, most of which is legs, Percival looks like someone who has been under-fed for a few too many days. With pale skin, a thin chin, and sandy blond hair cut close to his ears (if you ignore the curls which add length), it would be hard to place him at anything older than 21. His posture is often hunched, his gaze a little low and hands behind his back. The clothing he wears is loose and even his shoes hardly seem to stay on his feet. Despite the disheveled look, however, his speed and light, slender fingers have earned him a fair reputation. Just so long as someone is around to help him with a door (since for some odd reason he struggles with them), he seems to keep himself in check. He is highly protective of the ones he cares about, Balk being his first and foremost friend. Still, even though his loyalty seems strong, it is not unwavering. Percival is logical to a fault and will not hesitate to back down when he knows his opponent is dangerous. He's easily board and clearly thinks high of himself. Balk constantly seems to be somewhere up his coat sleeves or draped around Percival's neck. )
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Post by สแดแดสสแดสแดแด ยป on Aug 27, 2019 19:40:25 GMT -5
i do need a catch up, please ^.^โ iโve heard of the series but never read it myself
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Post by Dingoleap on Aug 27, 2019 20:46:22 GMT -5
[[ Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes! I love HDM (super excited for the tv series!) and Iโve been hoping an rp will pop up for a while now! I definitely want to join! ]]
[[ psst, hey there Mint. ]]
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Post by ๐ ๐ ๐ก ๐ฎ ๐ฅ ๐จ ๐ค on Aug 27, 2019 21:35:39 GMT -5
i do need a catch up, please ^.^โ iโve heard of the series but never read it myself of course  so, i'll leave out the actual plot cuz for the purpose of this rp we're just focused on the universe it takes place in. it's basically a steampunk setting. think of our world, but in the 1800s. there are a few modern advancements, zeppelins, very early electric abilities (called "anabaric power", basically only used as an early lighting system) but no refrigerators, toasters, cars, ect. but the most important aspect would be daemons. in this world, humans are born with a physical manifestation of their soul existing outside their body in the form of an animal familiar. daemons sort of act like the human's conscience (think the cricket from pinocchio) or their inner thoughts. the animal species the daemon takes on is representative of the human's personality. for example, a very loyal person might have a dog daemon. when a human is young, the daemon can change at will (the person is still discovering themselves), then around the age of puberty the daemon loses this ability and settles into its final state. a few extra things about daemons: - daemons can talk - touching another person's daemon is taboo - when a person is hurt, the daemon can feel it too and vice versa - they share the same dreams |
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Post by ๐ ๐ ๐ก ๐ฎ ๐ฅ ๐จ ๐ค on Aug 27, 2019 21:37:21 GMT -5
[[ Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes! I love HDM (super excited for the tv series!) and Iโve been hoping an rp will pop up for a while now! I definitely want to join! ]]
[[ psst, hey there Mint. ]] yes please!! i apologize for the lack of an official sign up form, but if you want to just follow the format i have up there i will happily add you <3 |
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Post by ๐ ๐ ๐ก ๐ฎ ๐ฅ ๐จ ๐ค on Aug 27, 2019 22:04:56 GMT -5
added percival! i'll get a starter up yayyyy
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Post by ๐ ๐ ๐ก ๐ฎ ๐ฅ ๐จ ๐ค on Aug 27, 2019 22:31:49 GMT -5
NIKOLAI SOLAS WEST | it was an old wound. but still, it ached with a dull pain that woke solas from his restless slumber. he lifted the threadbare linens of the cot to examine the faded scar on his torso, the ugly distorted patch of skin where the witch's spell had burned him. laika felt it too, lifting her head from beside him with a faint growl. his daemon's sleep had been plagued with the same turbulent dreams. he stroked her white fur with a tenderness reserved only for his daemon, an extention of himself. solas had affection for no one else, after all.
rubbing sleep from his eyes, he reached for the tin cup of water on the nightstand, tossing it across the room in disgust when it came up empty. the little tavern he was sleeping above offered few amenities. the weary hunter pulled himself out of bed with a groan, throwing on yesterday's crumpled shirt, trousers and a leather aviator. he pulled his greasy dark hair into a short ponytail and opted to head downstairs for a stronger drink.
solas shuffled down the narrow staircase into the dimly lit main room of the tavern. peeling wallpaper flaked off as he brushed the walls - this place was old, like the rest of this city. oxford was not his scene; too scholarly, too proper, too old-fashioned. he slumped down upon a creaky stool and motioned for the barkeep, who looked surprised to see someone ordering alcohol this early. "well, screw it, old man," he muttered as laika surveyed the room warily at his feet. his daemon shot him a disappointed look, as she was always more mindful of their manners.
the hunter ignored his daemon, throwing back his ale in gulps. well, his mouth was less dry, but he felt no more awake and his side still throbbed. he hoped the business partner he was supposed to meet would arrive soon. another hunter - what was his name again? the officials from the magisterium had tipped them off to witch refugees in the city, apparently it was bigger than a one man job. "maybe you'll finally make a friend," laika snorted sarcastically. solas rolled his eyes, "yeah, that'll be the day."
hunters didn't have friends, he thought. that's why the job had been so perfect for him. the out-of-place character in the quaint oxford tavern ordered another ale and resumed his wait for this new "friend". | |
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Post by alfred on Aug 28, 2019 0:41:20 GMT -5
alfred's character claim <33
Upcoming characters: N/A THE HUNTED NADJA ROSALINDE VOIGT / FEMALE / 25 YEARS / WITCH& IMANI / SECRETARY BIRDxxxCIVILIANS MIHAIL FIORA ENACHE / MALE / 28 YEARS / CIVILIAN& LIV / EUROPEAN POLECATMihail's comfort is found at the bottom of a bottle, the smoke trail of a cigarette, and the warmth of a good laugh. His reputation's been soiled one time too many by his midnight ventures to the tavern and overnight stays in alley ways. He makes coin by conning and stealing from the rich. He is not liked by many. However, for those few who do settle in his midst, he can be a trusted friend and ally, particularly to the witch folk and homeless. Putting his skills to good use, he's become a guide and a smuggler, offering others less fortunate a safer passage through the city's heart. Given this side, some may think him a tad more reliable than the rest, but he's also been known to abandon his weary travelers at their most desperate, choosing rather to save himself than risk death.
Mihail's an olive complexion and dark, oily hair which is most times hid by a worn top hat. He's a firm dislike of being touched by anyone and anything other than his polecat, Liv, whose company is the only constant he's had in life. Liv's a bright, little weasel who often drapes herself around Mihail's neck in playful fashion, her reddish/brown coat a softer take on his tattered appearance. Because of his strict aversion towards being touched, he dresses in layers, a thin scarf and long coat his most notable articles. It suits him well in hiding secrets he'd rather no one knew about. Finally, a darkly lit and numb look most often dons his face, his cool brown eyes and growing beard adding age to the spry figure of someone just nearing their thirties. |
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Post by Dingoleap on Aug 28, 2019 0:51:28 GMT -5
[[ Alright, hereโs my civilian girl Kassel, whoโs a little bit of a troublemaker and could definitely stir some things up ]]
Kassel โKasโ Anderson is a Kassel is a strange girl. At least, thatโs what the people around her seem to think, and while she takes great pride in being just a little unusual, sheโd likely punch anyone who called her strange in the face. Fascinated by the world around her, Kassel is always on the hunt for new experiences. Quick to anger and difficult to calm down, Kas enjoys indulging in unladylike behaviour, such as getting into fights and gambling. She has a knack for card games and has been known to win vast sums of money. What happens to that money once it comes into her possession, however, remains a mystery. Despite her wild side, Kas clings closely to her values and is fiercely defensive of the things she believes in. Kas has a lithe, athletic build, and could be considered pretty, with rich sable eyes and curly black hair which she keeps cut short. Out of the two of them, her dรฆmon, Akela, is the voice of reason. Kas often says that the grey wolf keeps her honest and reminds her to value her friends. Akela is as light as Kas is dark, with a brindled grey pelt and tawny yellow eyes.
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Post by alfred on Aug 28, 2019 1:10:27 GMT -5
(( If there's anything you'd like me to change about Mihail's form, I can do that! I'm very excited to write for him and this rp. ^^ ))
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Post by ๐ ๐ ๐ก ๐ฎ ๐ฅ ๐จ ๐ค on Aug 28, 2019 1:14:50 GMT -5
added, these look great guys!! omg i honestly didn't expect there to be so much interest i'm BEYOND thrilled there is tho c: start roleplay whenever i'll gladly jump in
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Post by ๐ ๐ ๐ก ๐ฎ ๐ฅ ๐จ ๐ค on Aug 28, 2019 1:18:20 GMT -5
lmao i love these lil street urchin characters <3
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Post by alfred on Aug 28, 2019 1:31:10 GMT -5
(( Mah boi done crawled himself out of a trashcan. A lot of my characters do actually. xD
I'm glad you've got people who are excited for the rp! I know that helps muse a ton. This should really be loads of fun given all the potential drama and plot lines we could all come up with. Like, for real, whenever you guys are ready for plotting, I'm so down for it.
For now, I'll work on a starter! ))
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Post by ๐ ๐ ๐ก ๐ฎ ๐ฅ ๐จ ๐ค on Aug 28, 2019 1:35:55 GMT -5
[ they're the most fun to play i do admit  and fo sure i'm really up for anything!! gimme any rp ideas you have n i'll run with it just a warning, i unfortunately might go to bed soon. early day tomorrow ughhh ;-; but i'll be on tomorrow and ready to write !! ] |
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Post by alfred on Aug 28, 2019 2:40:13 GMT -5
Mihail Fiora Enache & Liv ||
Mihail opened his eyes to see a narrow strip of grey between mountains of red brick. The clouds overhead swam in tight clusters, allowing little light to pass through, and seemed to hang heavy with long overdue showers. Despite looking so dreary, Mihail had never seen anything so bright. Wincing and shutting out the light firmly, he raised a hand to rub at his eyes, wiping away tears as they began to water.
Feeling Liv's weight on his chest, Mihail slowly opened his eyes again to squint down at her. She barely stirred, no doubt feeling his pain and wishing against it. "Go back to sleep, Mihail. We're not ready yet." Her sweet voice drifted tiredly toward him, her flanks rising in a long sigh as he snorted in response. Laying his head back against cold concrete, Mihail laid an arm over his eyes and settled into the corner he was curled against.
"An early start, Liv. I promised you that, didn't I?" He sniffed gently. "We've got business."
"You've promised an early start every day this past week. What's one more sleeping in, hm?"
"Mm-mm. I've got a headache, love, and the stone's not doing my back any good." As she rose very reluctantly to her feet and stretched, Mihail propped himself up with one elbow, fishing his hat out of a pile of newspaper. "I could do with a hot cup of tea."
"And some eggs."
Mihail smiled. "And some eggs," he agreed. Rising to his own feet, he fitted the hat over his head and brushed down his coat, the dankness of the alley he'd been laying in soiling the wool. Reaching down to offer Liv his hand, she bounced up and ran along his arm, settling very comfortably around his neck with a yawn. It took him a minute to make any further advances and, when he finally did, they were slow and unsteady. Placing an arm alongside the wall for support, Mihail shuffled forward, his thoughts and any awareness swimming weightlessly above him.
When he finally reached the mouth of the alley, he pushed off the wall and stood straight, bending back slightly in a stretch as he looked around. The place was familiar, that much brought relief to him, but he couldn't be sure how he'd gotten there or where he'd come from in the first place. Trying to remember anything from the night before was a challenge, in and of itself, and one he wasn't willing to tackle without a proper meal or drink. Looking across the ways, Mihail spied a tavern and, with another heavy sigh from Liv, strode across the street to walk in.
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Post by alfred on Aug 28, 2019 2:46:46 GMT -5
(( Oh, man. Ideas, ideas. You know how you have a bunch and then when someone asks for them they just kind of *poof*? Yeah... I suppose I should start and ask what you have planned between your charries and Mint's. I know you guys were planning there for a hot minute before we came along.
All I've got for Mihail at the moment is the whole smuggling/guide thing. He's willing to help out witches if they need supplies or a place to stay, the likes. So if you wanted to rp Minna or had any idea where she's at, I could try to incorporate him in somehow.
My other charrie Nadja is in the works. I'm conflicted about whether I should make her a hunter or witch at the moment. I know that, whatever she does, she's gonna be good at it. She's incredibly disciplined and ambitious.
But anyways, have a good night! Talk to you tomorrow. ^^ ))
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Post by Dingoleap on Aug 28, 2019 2:58:34 GMT -5
[[ Hey Al! Wanna rp? We could have Mihail and Kassel run into one another and stir up some trouble?
Kas is about 19/20, although I forgot to mention that. ]]
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Post by alfred on Aug 28, 2019 3:07:13 GMT -5
(( That'd be great, Dingoleap! )) |
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Post by Dingoleap on Aug 28, 2019 4:57:51 GMT -5
Kassel didnโt know how long sheโd been playing for. Sheโd lost track of time at some point - around midnight, she though - when her eyes had started to burn. Sheโd been sitting in the tavern for almost ten hours, but she was on a winning streak. The pile of coins before her was steadily growing. The game was down to its final few players, and if she could pull this off, sheโd be set for finances for the next month or so. She narrowed her eyes and chewed her lower lip as she rearranged her cards, playing up the tells sheโd settled on. Beneath the table, Akela shifted, restless. Kas knew it was a long time for the wolf to stay still - heck, it was a long time for anyone to stay still - but she was confident in her next hand.
โI see you,โ she murmured, โand I raise you.โ Kassel slid a coin into the centre of the table. Akela muttered a warning and rested his chin on her foot. At first, Kas thought he was complaining about her gambling again, then she heard the tavern door open. She glanced up, careful to keep her alarm from her face, and hoped it wasnโt one of the many people who had a bone to pick with her. She had been accused of cheating, of lying, of theft more times than she cared to remember by a number of unsavoury characters. Any one of them could have wandered in for breakfast, even though she was careful to stay away from the worst parts of the city.
Akela crawled out from under the table. Kas winced as her shoulders cramped and sent a silent apology to her dรฆmon. Her gambling partners had smaller dรฆmons, ones who were infinitely more comfortable sitting on or underneath the table. The grey wolf stretched, his tawny eyes fixed on the newcomer. โKassel,โ he murmured quietly, a note of warning in his voice.
Kas rearranged her hand. โYeah, I see him.โ She smirked as the other players raised the stakes again. Yeah, she was confident in her win.
She wasnโt confident, however, that the newcomer wouldnโt glance her way. It would be smart to get up, to leave now, but she wasnโt ready to abandon her game. Sheโd recognised the smuggler the moment heโd stepped into the room; his stride was unmistakable, as was the way he layered clothes. She knew Mihail to be a troublemaker, even more so than she was. Theyโd crossed paths several times before, as people on the streets often did, and while Kas had learned to co-exist with most of the people she saw on a semi-regular basis, she hadnโt yet learned how to keep the peace with Mihail. It didnโt help that Akela didnโt like him, either.
Maybe today wasnโt going to be as good as she hoped it would be, after all.
[[ sorry for the late reply!! ]]
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 28, 2019 15:22:47 GMT -5
(Whoops! Late for the fun! Tuesday is my scary busy day, but all my other days should be pretty chill when it comes to being around and active!
If anyone is around, so am I. I'm going to get up a starter!)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 28, 2019 15:42:48 GMT -5
(Hey Dingo! <3 ) Percival Regimald Sitting at a far table, away from his 'coworker', Percival was by himself. Around him, he watched the various people huddled over their drinks and the faint buzz of conversation that was all he could pick up from such a distant fold of the building. He didn't really want to engage with such a crowd. He was unused to the focused attention of New Oxford and everything it entailed. There was too much to really enjoy the visit. "It isn't a vacation," said Balk in his ear, as if he could read Percival's mind. Percival didn't even look at the dusky brown salamander as he rolled his eyes up at the dirty ceiling. He said nothing either. He knew that it wasn't, nor had he ever pretended that it was. There was business. He just didn't like how different the territory was from what he was used to. He wasn't familiar with anything. Not like you needed to be familiar with much outside of tables and drink glasses in a place like this. Percival yawned a little, and hand to his mouth, and he hissed between his fingers to Balk, "See how our 'friend' is doing, can you please?" Balk's head swiveled, trying to pinpoint where Nikolai was. "Still there," Balk said. "Are you going to actually tell them where you are any time soon?" Percival snorted a bit, but quietly answered anyway, "In a second ... In a second." |
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Post by alfred on Aug 28, 2019 16:33:26 GMT -5
Mihail Fiora Enache & Liv ||
"Is every morning like this?" It was a joke but Mihail was half serious as he muttered very softly to Liv. He stood in the doorstep, a hand on the knob as he steadied himself against a rush of inside ambience. Gambling and drinks, was that all this blue-collar industry had to offer anymore, even so early? He wanted food and a nice cuppa, maybe some peace so that he could better nurse this throbbing headache of his.
"Oh, come off it, Mihail," Liv whispered in his ear, knowing him well enough to read what he was thinking. "You'd be living it up here any other time of day." Mihail's grimace only deepened, his eyes practically squinting against the onslaught of sound and light. "It's not even that bad," she continued. "Quit your crying and get yourself something to eat."
Setting his jaw, Mihail looked uncertain as he stepped in, ducking to remove his hat as he strode over to the counter. Feeling Liv's nose poke the side of his face, he cast a quick glance in the direction she was nudging him to, observing the table only long enough to acknowledge its occupants and their own dรฆmons. A frown already fixed firm on his face, Mihail didn't need to express his disinterest any further as he continued on.
Taking a seat at the bar--further down and away from any strangers--Mihail gave the table a better look as he waited for the barkeep. They were in the middle of a game, the stakes high and tension tight as they bet on coin. Praying he'd be out of here before the game ended and the losers' spirits plummeted, Mihail gave the barkeep a very pointed look, simply willing him to turn in his direction.
Crawling down from her perch, Liv sat on the counter, nibbling at a patch of fur around her shoulders. Setting his hat over the top of her, he smiled as she went still, laying flat to poke her nose out from underneath.
"If I were any bigger, I'd have this hat for breakfast," she growled, flicking it off with a paw.
Rubbing the back of his neck, Mihail gave the room a quick once over, his eyes again drawn to the table. He recognized a few of its occupants, none perhaps more noteworthy than the female gambler and her dรฆmon. On more than one occasion, he'd had the rather unfortunate circumstance of running into her, quite literally as he made quick getaways from angry merchants and pursuing police. Their business often overlapped, his interest in strong ale and hers in earning fast coin bring them to all the same places. On almost every occasion, though, they'd parted ways completely unsatisfied and rather annoyed in having met the other.
It was common knowledge that dรฆmons often took the shape of an animal which best suited their human's personality and, for the life of him, he couldn't reckon why hers was a wolf. They were pack animals, loyal to kin and dependable. He'd never seen her with anyone and had surely never seen her serve anyone. She was master to none, feral and beyond anyone's control. His own dรฆmon took the shape of a common weasel, a polecat, because that's what he'd needed her to be, something small and quick on their feet. They were survivors, never predators, and only lashed out when backed into a corner. Akela was a brute of an animal, contrasting the dainty child in nearly every way.
With a confused and disregarding sniff, Mihail looked down, lowering his head into one hand as the ache became almost unbearable. Beside him, Liv winced and laid length-wise along the other arm he had on the counter, ducking her face into the clothe of his coat.
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Post by Dingoleap on Aug 28, 2019 18:32:31 GMT -5
"He's watching us," Akela muttered. "Me, in particular."
Kas kept her eyes on the table before her. She didn't want to risk glancing up and accidentally drawing any more attention to herself. She certainly didn't want the smuggler coming over to talk to her.She let a slow smirk spread across her face as she laid her cards on the table, felt a vicious tug of satisfaction as her opponents faces fell. There was always a moment of shock as they tried to comprehend that they'd been beaten by a girl. "Thank you for playing, gentlemen, but I believe I'll take my leave now." She stood up, began collecting her winnings.
And flinched away as a meaty hand grabbed her wrist.
At her side, Akela let out a low and dangerous snarl. Around her, the table came to life as the other players rose to their feet. Kas stood a good chance in a fight - she was quick on her feet and Akela was bigger than the other dรฆmons - but taking on three grown men when she was absolutely exhausted and armed with only the small knife tucked into her boot seemed like a terrible idea. "Is something wrong?" She asked, grateful that her voice didn't shake. She knew what was coming, but they didn't have to know that.
The man gripping her wrist offered her a faint smile. "You have quite a reputation. The little girl with the wolf dรฆmon who takes what she wants and wins more than she looses."
She knew they found it strange. Most of the people on the streets had dรฆmons that were quick and agile and sneaky. Mostly rodents and cats and birds. Akela was an oddity, a pack animal trying to survive in a world where every man looked out for himself, but Kassel hadn't always been on her own. There'd been people she'd been loyal to, once. People she's cried for, bled for, fought for. People who'd ultimately let her down, long after Akela had settled into his final form. "Just lucky, I guess. And if you knew of my reputation, you should have thought twice about dealing me in." She wondered if she would be able to tug her wrist free. "But you didn't think you'd loose. No-one ever thinks they'll loose. Now, I'll thank you toilet go of my arm."
Akela slunk around the table until he stood nose-to-nose with the man's tabby cat dรฆmon, who arched its back and hissed in response. Around them, Kas felt the mood change. Something in the air sharpened as people turned to watch them. She heard them muttering, wondering if they should intervene. She knew from experience that none would. Kas narrowed her eyes; if she could get her arm free, she could make it to the door before they caught her again.
"Here's the thing, little girl," her captor said. "I think you cheat."
Even though she did, Kassel straightened and feigned offence. "I do not!"
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Post by alfred on Aug 28, 2019 21:32:26 GMT -5
Mihail Fiora Enache & Liv ||
It was Liv who first moved to look in their direction. Raising her nose, she scented the air before setting her chin back down on her forepaws. "Mihail," she whispered.
Without raising his head, he knew what had happened... What always happened when grow men thought themselves bested by a woman. "I know." His response was both tired and half-hearted, the sudden noise doing his head no help. Raising it just high enough to rest his chin in his hand, Mihail glared at the back of the barkeep, cursing the man for being so slow.
"There's three of them."
"Yes... And she's got a wolf on her side." Clearly disappointed in his response, Liv fidgeted.
Kassel stood her ground, which was to be expected. In the little time he'd grown to know her, she'd shown him that much. But pride ran deep with these people. On the streets, it was sometimes the only thing you had to stand for, a used-up and already broken sort of pride that was worth hanging onto if you hadn't given up already. She'd damaged it, had maybe even meant to do it, and he felt little pity for her and the men who had challenged her.
They had what was coming to them.
"Put in a few words for her," Liv looked worried, obviously wanting to help but hesitant till she knew he did, too. "Please." They were twice her size and seeing the small of her arm in their meaty grasps unsettled her to no end.
Pursing his lips together, Mihail debated their odds. If it did come to a fight, he'd get his ass handed to him, of that he was certain. Meeting Liv's gaze, he sighed heavily and nodded curtly anyways. He'd little pride himself but just enough to know refusing her this would absolutely kill it in her eyes. Jumping to her feet, Liv crawled up his arm to settle around his shoulders, balancing still on her toes.
Turning in his chair, Mihail rose to his feet and leaned sideways on the counter, trying to appear casual as the room spun about him. "How about you all just cut your losses, hm?" He called across to them, wincing a little as his own voice rattled about his head. "Some of us are trying to enjoy our morning." With that, he looked at the barkeep as if to give him a proper hint that he hadn't yet been served. Turning back to the group, he smiled behind the scruff of his beard, the gesture lacking any and all energy.
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Post by ๐ ๐ ๐ก ๐ฎ ๐ฅ ๐จ ๐ค on Aug 28, 2019 22:11:37 GMT -5
[ i have so much to catch up on!! doing that nowwww ]
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