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Posted: Sat, 09/11/2024 13:31 (14 Days ago)
𝔗𝔬𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱... 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔡𝔢 𝔅𝔢𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔰 𝔄𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫...
~Now Playing: The Vampire Masquerade~
A long forgotten empire, a world built upon hushed whispers and stories, lone figures vanishing into smoke at the end of an unlit alley, illusions of shadows. Creatures of myth, their sharp fangs figments of your imagination, till they sink into flesh.
A castle lies, crumbling and abandoned, holding its breath in anticipation for the stroke of midnight, when once again it shall be gifted music and life.
An old fashioned carriage, creeping along in the dead of night, a cloak drawn around an inky suit, hurried footsteps from all corners of the world, drifting together for just one more night, one more moon, one more year.
The silky swishing of gowns, jewelled masks illuminated by candlelight, glittering with mystery and intrigue. The clinking of glasses, their crimson contents leaving dark stains upon soft lips, raised to the night. A full moon, visible through a gauze of clouds, the sole witness of it all.
Tonight.
The Masquerade begins again.
Welcome, my dear guests, to my humble castle. Ah, indeed, it has been sitting, decaying since the beginning of time itself. Oh no, perhaps that is simply an exaggeration. No matter, no matter, more importantly, it has been prepared once again for your arrival.
Early, are we? Rest your weary feet, this way, this way, by the fire. What a fine costume indeed, is there perhaps someone you wish to impress? Ah, I jest, tis all in good time. No, don't be shy, come along now. After all, there is nothing more to hide, eh? We are all one and the same here.
Please, make yourself at home, don't worry about your coat, allow me. Perhaps you would wish to share your tale, after all, only a few would understand, eh? Don't be shy, don't be shy, tis but a way to entertain ourselves as we wait for the moon to rise.
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[i]"~Wonderfully creative quote
here~"[/i]
[i][b]Name:[/b]
[b]Title:[/b]
[b]Age (Ah, that, just put your rough estimate. I myself have seen thousands of moons rise.):[/b]
[b]Gender/Sexuality:[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Appearance (Your gowns and suits shall be most stunning for this occasion.):[/b]
[b]Magic: (No, of course I don't mean immortality and those little fangs of yours. Some of us are lucky enough to be gifted with unique powers, eh?)[/b]
[b]Stories (Oh, I'm sure you must remember something through your moons.):[/b]
[b]Reputation (You must be known for something, eh?):[/b]
[b]Song:[/b]
[b]Other:[/b]
[b]Palpad:[/b][/i]
[i][b]Name:[/b]
[b]Title:[/b]
[b]Age (Ah, that, just put your rough estimate. I myself have seen thousands of moons rise.):[/b]
[b]Gender/Sexuality:[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Appearance (Your gowns and suits shall be most stunning for this occasion.):[/b]
[b]Magic: (No, of course I don't mean immortality and those little fangs of yours. Some of us are lucky enough to be gifted with unique powers, eh?)[/b]
[b]Stories (Oh, I'm sure you must remember something through your moons.):[/b]
[b]Reputation (You must be known for something, eh?):[/b]
[b]Song:[/b]
[b]Other:[/b]
[b]Palpad:[/b][/i]
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1. All PH rules apply.
2. Character abilities must be balanced and work in a logical manner. This includes their powers, physical and mental skills.
3. Character movement and knowledge must be justified by sufficient evidence and reasoning, instead of simply knowing everything about the plot.
4. This is a semi-lit roleplay, this will require writing in in decent sized paragraphs, and I may ask for an example of a previous post if I haven't roleplayed with you before.
5. Be respectful towards all roleplayers, regardless of your character interactions with them.
6. Please use appropriate trigger warnings for both the actions and language of your character.
7. There is a chance for character death and more sensitive topics to be discussed.
8. There will be a plot moving throughout the roleplay. Suggestions are always welcome, feel free to reach out through Palpad, but unless approved, please follow and participate in the original plot.
9. I reserve the right to reject your characters and/or remove them from the story should any rules be broken, or if loopholes are exploited.
2. Character abilities must be balanced and work in a logical manner. This includes their powers, physical and mental skills.
3. Character movement and knowledge must be justified by sufficient evidence and reasoning, instead of simply knowing everything about the plot.
4. This is a semi-lit roleplay, this will require writing in in decent sized paragraphs, and I may ask for an example of a previous post if I haven't roleplayed with you before.
5. Be respectful towards all roleplayers, regardless of your character interactions with them.
6. Please use appropriate trigger warnings for both the actions and language of your character.
7. There is a chance for character death and more sensitive topics to be discussed.
8. There will be a plot moving throughout the roleplay. Suggestions are always welcome, feel free to reach out through Palpad, but unless approved, please follow and participate in the original plot.
9. I reserve the right to reject your characters and/or remove them from the story should any rules be broken, or if loopholes are exploited.
Ah, one last thing before the clock chimes. Be careful tonight, dear.
Some whisper that the blood of our own is the sweetest.
No, don't worry, don't worry, tis but some rumours. And now, without further ado,
The Masquerade begins again.
Posted: Sun, 10/11/2024 16:21 (13 Days ago)
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"...It's been 849 years, and I still remember
his face as clear as an untainted piece of snow."
[Name]
'Lady of Eve'
Shieta RaVil
[Title]
Young Duchess of the Esteemed Northern Family
First Lady RaVil
[Age]
~6969
[Gender/Sexuality]
She/Her - Bisexual - Demi
[Personality]
| INTJ-T ~ The Architect | Lawful Neutral | 5w7 |
| Cold | Stubborn | Melancholic | Focused on the Present | Blunt | Hypocritical | Germophobic | Analytical |
| Perfectionist | Alert | Competent | Goal Oriented | Emotionless Robot | Never Forgets |
Despite being one of the oldest living vampires to this day, Shieta is not without flaw. No matter how much she attempts to mask her own flaws and imperfections, she is not an artificial intelligence. She is a hypocrite that is haunted by her own past. Someone who disobeys her own emotions. Plagued by her own dreams at night, and being the only pillar within the scarce Sanguine high society, her mind is constantly stretched to a taut.
Every step she takes is calculated, each move carefully considered and contemplated. In her mind, she’s the queen on a chessboard, moving pieces with precision, always a few steps ahead. More often than not, she truly is the mastermind, orchestrating everything to her will. She strives to be successful, she yearns to be great, to be noticed. Yet after so many long and busy years, after her goal was achieved, she no longer knows where to go.
Her sole duty is to uphold appearances and wield her family’s power as part of the responsibility as the head. But beneath her cold, stone-hard exterior lies a deeper longing—a craving for a connection she cannot have, for a closeness that her mind has long denied her. Her cold stoned heart is no more than a mere wall, a mere obstacle to a warm and tender center waiting to be caved in.
But who will?
[Appearance]
[Magic]
[Weeping Angels]
Shieta's pupils flashes into an otherworldly color of silver blue. It's almost as if she had become a literal angel. This skill is highly dangerous however. With huge amount of constraints and many criterias to fulfill in order to activate it. Not only does it require Shieta to be completely out of everyone's sight, but she must lock her heart into stone as well. She can only move unbeknownst of everyone while in this robotic like state.
However it's power's are extraordinary.
With one touch, she can revert the other back into another timeframe. What was once a soul numbing injury a fraction of a second ago will appear to be an illusion of the future as the body was reverted to it's healthy previous state. But time doesn't stop right there, if Shieta really wanted to, she could revert time so far back that you could experience your previous injuries that you thought were healed, or heck, she could even revert you back to a infant! The best part, the moment she gets her hands on you, you will be the one frozen to stone.
[Old Arts]
When it comes to herbs, fungus, and casual survival skills Shieta knows it all. From the world's deadliest poison, to the life saving grace of an antidote, there is nothing Shieta can't make. There is no medical skill she does not know nor doesn't have the knowledge of. Whether it would be acupuncture or witch craft all are possible in her hands.
[Stories]
The ignorant may say Shieta was lucky to be born, while the wise may say that it was an unfortunate case of events. But for Shieta to be born in the sheer cold and barren Dukedom of the North must be a case where the stars align. Afterall, the night that she was born, there were whispers murmuring down the halls saying that she must've been cursed! Of course she must be! After all, what other explanation there is for the reason why the sudden fall of a famine onto the territory? What other reason were there for a huge snowstorm to wash over the land?
For a infant born in the isolated cold, Shieta RaVil was like a blank canvas blending in within the fields of snow. Unblemished and pure.
Her following days, Shieta grew up into a respectful first lady of the RaVil Dukedom. With the way she poised herself, to her extraordinary intelligence, she obviously shone above the ordinary. Then years later, another miracle appeared. Duchess RaVil birthed her second child. It was Yevgeny RaVil, Shieta's beloved younger brother. He was like the warm spring within Shieta's barren blank canvas, splashing various colors with optimism.
Many happy years passed just like that, as peaceful as it began, but soon an horrible misfortune struck the RaVil household on the day of their daughters debutante ball. in her dreams, Shieta could remember that night even till this day, as it haunts her every night. It was a rare heavy rain instead of snow, it plastered heavily against the guarded walls as elegant music swayed within the ballroom. Suddenly, the music stops, suddenly the heavy door banged open with hundreds of armored men.
That night, the RaVil Dukedom fell into shambles. Not only did their business fell from their peak, but each and everyone of their allies turned their back against them. Not a single soul dared to help the prideful family of the RaVil. Afterall, who would? Not when their father was a prideful and narcissistic figure who had his nose pointed towards the sky, blaming any imperfection upon other. Not when their first daughter might as well be a porcelain doll with the way she held herself. The Duchess and first son weren't relevant enough for anyone within the Sanguin noble society to step forward and reach an hand out.
So as quick and the snow came, their household that has been standing before the beginning of time fell quicker than the snow melted.
In a attempt to fix this situation, Shieta's father went crazy, using every emergency source of material within his hands to mend what he pride himself in. But rather than making the situation better, it just added gasoline to the fire, making them a joke within the laughing crowd. Any attempt felt like pouring water into a leaking bucket.
Duchess RaVil, having had enough of this mess, broke. Each following night after her daughter's debut felt like hell to her. Her own rich silver hair became shriveled, and it looked like she aged her whole lifespan away, trying to deal with this ordeal. Not only did she had to take care of her still young son, but she also had to deal with her deranged husband. Her daughter whom she used to be fond of suddenly felt alienated to her. It felt like all of her bad luck that she has experienced throughout her life originated from her first daughter.
Suddenly a thought came into her head. What if she ran away? Just her and her son? All they need is a few change, some food and a carriage and she could immediately leave this sickly cold, barren, and isolated land and head into the warm, and bright countryside. The more she thought about it, the more convinced she became.
Until one night, she decided to put her plan into action. She took sleepy Yevgeny by the hand and leaded him quietly out of the barren household. The manor was already devoid of servants except for a few loyal servants and knights. So in the middle of the night where almost all of the staff were in their dormitory sleeping, their soft footsteps were left unnoticed. Yevgeny, however was confused.
Where was his mother leading him? Where were they going in the middle of the night? Where was his sister? Many questions were on the verge of spilling out if it weren't for his mother shushing him with a stern look. However no matter how secretive they were, they would have never imaged who was waiting for them at the gate.
Shieta stood on the opposite end quietly watching her mother stand their in shock. Neither of them said anything. Just as her mother attempted to open her mouth and spit out an excuse, Shieta opened the gate.
She allowed them to leave. She, was the one who allowed the birds to come out of their cage. And she was the bird that willingly let herself stay in the cage. Afterall, there was no way in hell that their father would let them all go. So Shieta allowed herself to stay here. For the sake of her dear younger brother's happiness, she allowed herself to be chained within. It's not like her brother fitted the cold anyways.
Just as Shieta expected, her father was angry when he found out that his wife and son ran away. HIs face became red and his spit flew everywhere, but Shieta stayed composed. She had a plan in mind. It was alright if her mother couldn't free alongside her brother. It's alright if the RaVil household fell.
All Shieta needed to do, was to rebuild it with her very own hands.
This is this story of how a caged bird clawed its way to its own freedom.
[Reputation]
It was unbeknownst of everyone when this scheme came into fruition. After all who would pay attention to a poor young girl that came from a fallen noble household? Through years of planning and strategic maneuvers, Shieta became known as the first lady who usurped the seat of head of an noble household on the eve of the blood moon. Thus later on becoming known as 'The Lady of Eve'.
[Song]
Bernadette - IAMX
"Winding down our emotions
Family and friends becoming ghosts of dream of
And pass on, time will erase every face, every name
We are alone, no-one to blame"
[Other]
Palpad:
I don't think I have a choice! :D
[Name]
'Lady of Eve'
Shieta RaVil
[Title]
Young Duchess of the Esteemed Northern Family
First Lady RaVil
[Age]
~6969
[Gender/Sexuality]
She/Her - Bisexual - Demi
[Personality]
| INTJ-T ~ The Architect | Lawful Neutral | 5w7 |
| Cold | Stubborn | Melancholic | Focused on the Present | Blunt | Hypocritical | Germophobic | Analytical |
| Perfectionist | Alert | Competent | Goal Oriented | Emotionless Robot | Never Forgets |
Despite being one of the oldest living vampires to this day, Shieta is not without flaw. No matter how much she attempts to mask her own flaws and imperfections, she is not an artificial intelligence. She is a hypocrite that is haunted by her own past. Someone who disobeys her own emotions. Plagued by her own dreams at night, and being the only pillar within the scarce Sanguine high society, her mind is constantly stretched to a taut.
Every step she takes is calculated, each move carefully considered and contemplated. In her mind, she’s the queen on a chessboard, moving pieces with precision, always a few steps ahead. More often than not, she truly is the mastermind, orchestrating everything to her will. She strives to be successful, she yearns to be great, to be noticed. Yet after so many long and busy years, after her goal was achieved, she no longer knows where to go.
Her sole duty is to uphold appearances and wield her family’s power as part of the responsibility as the head. But beneath her cold, stone-hard exterior lies a deeper longing—a craving for a connection she cannot have, for a closeness that her mind has long denied her. Her cold stoned heart is no more than a mere wall, a mere obstacle to a warm and tender center waiting to be caved in.
But who will?
[Appearance]
[Magic]
[Weeping Angels]
Shieta's pupils flashes into an otherworldly color of silver blue. It's almost as if she had become a literal angel. This skill is highly dangerous however. With huge amount of constraints and many criterias to fulfill in order to activate it. Not only does it require Shieta to be completely out of everyone's sight, but she must lock her heart into stone as well. She can only move unbeknownst of everyone while in this robotic like state.
However it's power's are extraordinary.
With one touch, she can revert the other back into another timeframe. What was once a soul numbing injury a fraction of a second ago will appear to be an illusion of the future as the body was reverted to it's healthy previous state. But time doesn't stop right there, if Shieta really wanted to, she could revert time so far back that you could experience your previous injuries that you thought were healed, or heck, she could even revert you back to a infant! The best part, the moment she gets her hands on you, you will be the one frozen to stone.
[Old Arts]
When it comes to herbs, fungus, and casual survival skills Shieta knows it all. From the world's deadliest poison, to the life saving grace of an antidote, there is nothing Shieta can't make. There is no medical skill she does not know nor doesn't have the knowledge of. Whether it would be acupuncture or witch craft all are possible in her hands.
[Stories]
The ignorant may say Shieta was lucky to be born, while the wise may say that it was an unfortunate case of events. But for Shieta to be born in the sheer cold and barren Dukedom of the North must be a case where the stars align. Afterall, the night that she was born, there were whispers murmuring down the halls saying that she must've been cursed! Of course she must be! After all, what other explanation there is for the reason why the sudden fall of a famine onto the territory? What other reason were there for a huge snowstorm to wash over the land?
For a infant born in the isolated cold, Shieta RaVil was like a blank canvas blending in within the fields of snow. Unblemished and pure.
Her following days, Shieta grew up into a respectful first lady of the RaVil Dukedom. With the way she poised herself, to her extraordinary intelligence, she obviously shone above the ordinary. Then years later, another miracle appeared. Duchess RaVil birthed her second child. It was Yevgeny RaVil, Shieta's beloved younger brother. He was like the warm spring within Shieta's barren blank canvas, splashing various colors with optimism.
Many happy years passed just like that, as peaceful as it began, but soon an horrible misfortune struck the RaVil household on the day of their daughters debutante ball. in her dreams, Shieta could remember that night even till this day, as it haunts her every night. It was a rare heavy rain instead of snow, it plastered heavily against the guarded walls as elegant music swayed within the ballroom. Suddenly, the music stops, suddenly the heavy door banged open with hundreds of armored men.
That night, the RaVil Dukedom fell into shambles. Not only did their business fell from their peak, but each and everyone of their allies turned their back against them. Not a single soul dared to help the prideful family of the RaVil. Afterall, who would? Not when their father was a prideful and narcissistic figure who had his nose pointed towards the sky, blaming any imperfection upon other. Not when their first daughter might as well be a porcelain doll with the way she held herself. The Duchess and first son weren't relevant enough for anyone within the Sanguin noble society to step forward and reach an hand out.
So as quick and the snow came, their household that has been standing before the beginning of time fell quicker than the snow melted.
In a attempt to fix this situation, Shieta's father went crazy, using every emergency source of material within his hands to mend what he pride himself in. But rather than making the situation better, it just added gasoline to the fire, making them a joke within the laughing crowd. Any attempt felt like pouring water into a leaking bucket.
Duchess RaVil, having had enough of this mess, broke. Each following night after her daughter's debut felt like hell to her. Her own rich silver hair became shriveled, and it looked like she aged her whole lifespan away, trying to deal with this ordeal. Not only did she had to take care of her still young son, but she also had to deal with her deranged husband. Her daughter whom she used to be fond of suddenly felt alienated to her. It felt like all of her bad luck that she has experienced throughout her life originated from her first daughter.
Suddenly a thought came into her head. What if she ran away? Just her and her son? All they need is a few change, some food and a carriage and she could immediately leave this sickly cold, barren, and isolated land and head into the warm, and bright countryside. The more she thought about it, the more convinced she became.
Until one night, she decided to put her plan into action. She took sleepy Yevgeny by the hand and leaded him quietly out of the barren household. The manor was already devoid of servants except for a few loyal servants and knights. So in the middle of the night where almost all of the staff were in their dormitory sleeping, their soft footsteps were left unnoticed. Yevgeny, however was confused.
Where was his mother leading him? Where were they going in the middle of the night? Where was his sister? Many questions were on the verge of spilling out if it weren't for his mother shushing him with a stern look. However no matter how secretive they were, they would have never imaged who was waiting for them at the gate.
Shieta stood on the opposite end quietly watching her mother stand their in shock. Neither of them said anything. Just as her mother attempted to open her mouth and spit out an excuse, Shieta opened the gate.
She allowed them to leave. She, was the one who allowed the birds to come out of their cage. And she was the bird that willingly let herself stay in the cage. Afterall, there was no way in hell that their father would let them all go. So Shieta allowed herself to stay here. For the sake of her dear younger brother's happiness, she allowed herself to be chained within. It's not like her brother fitted the cold anyways.
Just as Shieta expected, her father was angry when he found out that his wife and son ran away. HIs face became red and his spit flew everywhere, but Shieta stayed composed. She had a plan in mind. It was alright if her mother couldn't free alongside her brother. It's alright if the RaVil household fell.
All Shieta needed to do, was to rebuild it with her very own hands.
This is this story of how a caged bird clawed its way to its own freedom.
[Reputation]
It was unbeknownst of everyone when this scheme came into fruition. After all who would pay attention to a poor young girl that came from a fallen noble household? Through years of planning and strategic maneuvers, Shieta became known as the first lady who usurped the seat of head of an noble household on the eve of the blood moon. Thus later on becoming known as 'The Lady of Eve'.
[Song]
Bernadette - IAMX
"Winding down our emotions
Family and friends becoming ghosts of dream of
And pass on, time will erase every face, every name
We are alone, no-one to blame"
[Other]
Palpad:
I don't think I have a choice! :D
Posted: Sun, 10/11/2024 20:04 (13 Days ago)
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"~Wonderfully creative quote here~" uh yeah no thanks for now <3
{Name}
Kaede Suzuki
{Title}
The Court Jester, The Comedian
{Age}
696
{Gender/Sexuality}
Agender ~ He/She/They ~ Panromantic ~ Asexual
{Personality}:
ESFP ~ 4w3
Extraverted ~ Observant ~ Feeling ~ Prospecting
{Appearance}
{Magic}
{Stories}
{Reputation}
{Song}
{Other}
{Palpad}
yes yes :D
✿ Where there are bees there are flowers ✿
✿ And wherever there are flowers, there is new life and hope ✿
✿ And wherever there is new life and hope, there is love, and someone there ✿
❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀
Posted: Sun, 10/11/2024 20:38 (13 Days ago)
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"Come now, it would be a shame to
waste so much time~"
Name: Akira T. Foskia
Title: Lady Poltergeist, Cream Tea 'Witch'
Age: Looks around 18-19, but is really about 700. Occasionally, she still acts like a teenager though, singing and dancing happily to the sway of the wind and moon.
Gender/Sexuality: Female, Bisexual
Personality: INFP-T: Doesn't talk much, but ladylike. She walks with elegance and hates mess, and will get to tidying up anything quickly if she spots something awry. She is also quick witted and smart, can help with anything.
Appearance (Your gowns and suits shall be most stunning for this occasion.): Glowing purple eyes, the colour of amethyst, piercing through your soul if you make eye contact. Long, wispy black hair fall just short of her hips and sway with her body movement. A royal purple robe with black and red accents encases her slim figure, with thigh-high black boots intimidating those shorter than her. Pale skin shows on her wrists, face and neck, with a golden ring encasing her right ring finger, almost in the shape of a serpent. A small, dark ribbon is attached to the back of her hair in the shape of a bow. She is around 6 foot (2 metres) in height.
Magic:
Can make objects 'dance' in a way, although this does not mean the same for creatures. More like tidyng away mess or leaving moving teacups in kitchens. Can arrange them in different patterns.
Stories: While cleaning the mansion of someone in the upper class, she once knocked down a priceless teapot off a shelf. The owners were furious, and sacked her on the spot. However, as the owners awoke the next day, the teapot was there on it's usual spot. No one could understand what had happened, and many tried to ask her about it, but Akira had disappeared, not to be seen again for 12 years.
Reputation: Was dismissed as a simple housemaid when she was 'mortal'. Although, as she became her true form, she was involved in a house fire, and it was found she could move objects to her will. She was the only soul alive in that place. Nobody ever forgot her again
Song: The Wolf - SIAMÉS
Other: Looks fun! Hope I get accepted lol
Palpad: Sure! :D
Name: Akira T. Foskia
Title: Lady Poltergeist, Cream Tea 'Witch'
Age: Looks around 18-19, but is really about 700. Occasionally, she still acts like a teenager though, singing and dancing happily to the sway of the wind and moon.
Gender/Sexuality: Female, Bisexual
Personality: INFP-T: Doesn't talk much, but ladylike. She walks with elegance and hates mess, and will get to tidying up anything quickly if she spots something awry. She is also quick witted and smart, can help with anything.
Appearance (Your gowns and suits shall be most stunning for this occasion.): Glowing purple eyes, the colour of amethyst, piercing through your soul if you make eye contact. Long, wispy black hair fall just short of her hips and sway with her body movement. A royal purple robe with black and red accents encases her slim figure, with thigh-high black boots intimidating those shorter than her. Pale skin shows on her wrists, face and neck, with a golden ring encasing her right ring finger, almost in the shape of a serpent. A small, dark ribbon is attached to the back of her hair in the shape of a bow. She is around 6 foot (2 metres) in height.
Magic:
Can make objects 'dance' in a way, although this does not mean the same for creatures. More like tidyng away mess or leaving moving teacups in kitchens. Can arrange them in different patterns.
Stories: While cleaning the mansion of someone in the upper class, she once knocked down a priceless teapot off a shelf. The owners were furious, and sacked her on the spot. However, as the owners awoke the next day, the teapot was there on it's usual spot. No one could understand what had happened, and many tried to ask her about it, but Akira had disappeared, not to be seen again for 12 years.
Reputation: Was dismissed as a simple housemaid when she was 'mortal'. Although, as she became her true form, she was involved in a house fire, and it was found she could move objects to her will. She was the only soul alive in that place. Nobody ever forgot her again
Song: The Wolf - SIAMÉS
Other: Looks fun! Hope I get accepted lol
Palpad: Sure! :D
Posted: Sun, 10/11/2024 22:19 (13 Days ago)
"... As Domnitor Desires, this Iciolan shall Fulfill"
Name:
n/A
Title:
Iciolan Lăcrămioara
Age:
~750
Gender/Sexuality:
Male | He/It | Gay
Personality:
ISFJ - The Defender | 2w3 - The Helper | sp/so | Boros Legion (Red/White)
Its hard to distinguish a personality from it, its silence and thick face making it virtually impossible for any outsider to glean any semblance of a personality from it. Gifted to barely have a presence at the best of times, it is hard for others to even recognize that there is someone in the room with them but even if they do, its difficult for others to even register a servant as a threat. During social functions, the servant acts as anyone in its station does, humble and only speaking when necessary. Its hard working nature has cemented it as an invaluable member of the serving staff, always completing tasks with maximum efficiency with the highest quality of service. it is also known to take care of the other staff, helping around with various tasks once it has completed its own chores, its hyper-competency helping keep only the most trusted of staff on board.
As expected of a vampire it is quick and efficient in battle, relishing in the bloodshed it brings. it will never wait for someone to attack first, always ready to rip into someones throat at the first scent of danger that raises its wicked head. it has a bad habit of playing with its food and playing the merciful hunter who will let them escape if they beg prettily enough, a little too self assured in its strength. it is one who will never play fair in a fight, using its deceptively weak appearance to get opponents to underestimate it and use its pets as ambush. it still has manners though, always introducing itself to its foes politely and bowing to their desecrated corpses.
With its Master, it becomes clear why it has managed to stay for so long. A quick tongue and an even quicker wit gives it a way with words that can go toe to toe with a fearsome Master who it supposedly serves. it isn't afraid to challenge its Master and question the decisions made but at the end of the day always faithfully follows through with any orders given to it like a loyal dog. it knows how to read people quite well and is a master of reading subtle cues in someone's body language, and well, no one really watches what they're talking about in front of a servant do they.
Appearance:
Befitting of its station, it looks quite handsome, enough that it is pleasing to look at but easily forgettable. Still quite youthful looking, it could pass off as a human in their late twenties with slightly too sharp smiles and ever listening pointed ears. Hair the colour of dried blood is interspersed with growing white, perhaps too much for one still in their vampiric prime, but rather than detract from its appearances it gives it a mature youthfulness especially when paired with pale blue eyes that seem to know all there is in the universe as its pale complexion helps blend into the drab backgrounds of the lavish gentry. Ivory skin wash out any colour on it, making the red bridge piercing stand out all the more. All this, though, is shrouded in public by a full faced mask with an eerie smile permanently carved into the unpainted, plain, and simple wood aside from the Lilly of the Valley flowers wreathing it. It is its main defining trait to the public, the Lăcrămioara who brings happiness to its lord wherever it walks.
As the representative of its Master's house at the masquerade, alongside its distinctive mask, it wears a traditional Munteina dress made of lavish silk and subtly embroidered with its titlesake flowers in a thread colour just a few shades darker than the silk dress. More eyecatching are the red peonies sown alongside the seams of the cloth, matching the red cord wrapped around its neck like a collar, a bright reminder against pale skin who its true owner is. its skirt is decorated with a Pricolici fur overskirt, held up with a beaded belt of bells shaped like Lilly of the Valley Flowers, similar bells wreathing its bare ankles. A singular heavy black earring sits on its left ear, shrouded by the translucent scarf draped over its head and wrapped like a dream around its shoulders, the crystals decorated into the material forming the familiar petals of a certain bell like flower.
Magic:
Familiar Summoning: Certain beasts that are killed by its hand can take on corporeal form. its most loyal and easiest to summon is an ushi-oni with the head of a bovine skull and the body of a cat about the size of a full grown moose with a poisonous breath and a protective streak a mile wide. it has a small army of Strigoi and Moroi under its command making up the majority of its summons but even a complete list of its summons is unattainable even to the owner. By far the one it has the hardest time controlling, and in comparison its strongest summon is a seven eyed Căpcăun and Pricolici hybrid.
Stories:
Among the Țigan who have taken to calling Wallachia home, there is a forgotten story that has been left untold for years, originally passed down as a tale of hope. It goes a little like this: Once, there was a Minstrel who was one of their own, with a voice as smooth as honey and dance as resplendent as the heavens themselves. The Minstrel would dance along with their jovial tunes, the bells on sun kissed wrists ringing happiness and luck wherever the winds carried it and along with the joy that was brought with it, so did coveting eyes follow. One such was a dreaded Vetala who stalked the deserts, bewitched by the larksong of the Minstrel and in the dead of night stole the song from the body, leaving it free for the Vetala to inhabit, singing its hunting songs with alluring grace. But the spirit is strong and the Minstrel, though untethered and weak, unfailingly protected those whose blood was shared, leading them to the lands of the Moira and Strigoi where the persistent Vetala was finally dispersed under the grace of the Domnitor who Rules the Night, taking the Minstrel under his service as payment. But even as shackles were placed on our wrists, and weapons pressed against our hearts, those sweet bells will still tole for those who ask for the Minstrel.
Reputation:
Known as the noble slave, the Țigani has served one of the oldest and most powerful of the Romanian vampire gentry faithfully ever since its siring under mysterious circumstances. Known only by its Title "The Valley Lilly Servant", very little is actually known about it. Only that it serves its master, and only its master, with utmost loyalty.
Song:
Rule #34 - Forget Yourself - Fish in a Birdcage
Other:
It has no name. Its only defining feature are the Lilly of the Valleys on it and so that is what it's called
Palpad:
Ye!
•°. * иσвℓє ρυяρℓє * .°•
•°. * тнє вєαт σf ℓανєи∂єя є¢нσєѕ σи, ι'м иσт α ωιт¢н σя αиутнιиg * .°•
•°. * яє∂ αи∂ gяєєи тяυℓу gσ ωєℓℓ тσgєтнєя * .°•
Posted: Sun, 10/11/2024 23:18 (13 Days ago)
Posted: Mon, 11/11/2024 01:11 (12 Days ago)
Inspirational quote: “If you don't take risks, you can't create a future.”
Name: Ying Yue (映月)
Title: Lady Ying
Age: 365
Gender: Female, Straight
Personality: INTJ
Appearance: Black hair, grey eyes, palish skin
Magic: the ability to manipulate Chi (氣) for healing and enhanced strength and summoning spirits
Stories: Due to being quiet and reserved but she looks intimidating but she just isn't good at communication so mostly she's just looking for accompaniment she was mainly lonely over the years perhaps this Masquerade would help find some friends?
Reputation: Known for being a foreign creature from a foreign place her English is improving just a little bit more practice
Song: 小雨
Palpad: N/A
Posted: Mon, 11/11/2024 01:49 (12 Days ago)
Posted: Mon, 11/11/2024 02:07 (12 Days ago)
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"How long will it take, for me to
become nothing but a fading memory?"
Name: Tsuki (Last name unknown)
Title: Hidden Anomaly | Lost Identity
Age (Ah, that, just put your rough estimate. I myself have seen thousands of moons rise.): Looks 14-16, real age is unknown/lost
Gender/Sexuality: Female (She/Her) | Bisexual
Personality: ISFJ
| Introvert | Calm | Protective | Emotionless |
Appearance (Your gowns and suits shall be most stunning for this occasion.):
Magic: (No, of course I don't mean immortality and those little fangs of yours. Some of us are lucky enough to be gifted with unique powers, eh?)
Memory break: Tsuki can project one's memories like a holographic screen. It feels as if one was once again experiencing that joyful or haunting moment. It feels so real until you realize it isn't
"Many people believe that this so-called 'ability' is such a gift. Honestly, it's quite the opposite towards me."
Black Cat: Many may have heard the saying that black cats are a symbol of misfortune. But in Japanese mythology, they're seen as a sign of good fortune. To others, this is true, but to Tsuki, her curse is more on the side of the common saying. In the eyes of her peers, Tsuki brings good fortune to them while giving herself the unluckiness. In other words, she is "practically" uncontrollably giving away her luck to others.
Stories (Oh, I'm sure you must remember something through your moons.):
Reputation (You must be known for something, eh?):
Song: Lost Umbrella ~ Inabakumori
Other:
Palpad: Yes
Name: Tsuki (Last name unknown)
Title: Hidden Anomaly | Lost Identity
Age (Ah, that, just put your rough estimate. I myself have seen thousands of moons rise.): Looks 14-16, real age is unknown/lost
Gender/Sexuality: Female (She/Her) | Bisexual
Personality: ISFJ
| Introvert | Calm | Protective | Emotionless |
Appearance (Your gowns and suits shall be most stunning for this occasion.):
Magic: (No, of course I don't mean immortality and those little fangs of yours. Some of us are lucky enough to be gifted with unique powers, eh?)
Memory break: Tsuki can project one's memories like a holographic screen. It feels as if one was once again experiencing that joyful or haunting moment. It feels so real until you realize it isn't
"Many people believe that this so-called 'ability' is such a gift. Honestly, it's quite the opposite towards me."
Black Cat: Many may have heard the saying that black cats are a symbol of misfortune. But in Japanese mythology, they're seen as a sign of good fortune. To others, this is true, but to Tsuki, her curse is more on the side of the common saying. In the eyes of her peers, Tsuki brings good fortune to them while giving herself the unluckiness. In other words, she is "practically" uncontrollably giving away her luck to others.
Stories (Oh, I'm sure you must remember something through your moons.):
Reputation (You must be known for something, eh?):
Song: Lost Umbrella ~ Inabakumori
Other:
Palpad: Yes
ℰ𝓍𝒽𝒶𝓊𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹 24/7
𝒜𝓁𝓈𝑜, 𝑔𝑜 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓈𝓈 :𝒟
Posted: Mon, 11/11/2024 02:53 (12 Days ago)
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"though life is short, you should
always live it to the fullest"
Name: Jade Wishbone
Title: Lady
Age: Looks to be about 16, actually 378
Gender/Sexuality: Female, Pansexual
Personality: Is quite shy at first, may open up a little once you get to know her better. Incredibly smart and wise beyond her years. Is protective of all those dear to her, however she does get scared of blood spattered about due to past trauma.
Appearance: Pale skin that shimmers like fresh snow, emerald eyes that match her gemstone name, short black hair that falls just above her shoulders, and an off-the-shoulder long, dark green gown to complement it all that clings to her curves. At the masquerade she wears a silver wolf mask, hoping to hide her shyness with confidence and mystery, walks in the most elegant way to really sell the look. shuuush, I'm drawing her
Magic: Discovered her innate ability to commune with animals and spirits, as well as some control over elements. However, she rarely ever uses her control over the elements unless some powerful emotion is in action. Usually only talks with animals when she feels lonely or bored, is more comfortable around them than with people.
Stories: Rumor has it that she was orphaned from a fire she set herself when she was young, no one has been able to extract the reasoning behind it, if it was really her, and the exact cause of death from her parents' singed bodies.
Reputation: Quite the book worm and pure of heart, with her nose in a book and often anonymous small acts of kindness to her neighbors and children in the town. Some whisper of her beauty and wonder why she hasn't married yet...
Song:
Other: The day her house was set fire is constantly replaying itself in the back of her mind, but she tries to hide all the pain it causes with a smile: dismissing any offers of help, and refusing to acknowledge that she is not okay, she will keep smiling as if it never happened.
Palpad: yeep
Name: Jade Wishbone
Title: Lady
Age: Looks to be about 16, actually 378
Gender/Sexuality: Female, Pansexual
Personality: Is quite shy at first, may open up a little once you get to know her better. Incredibly smart and wise beyond her years. Is protective of all those dear to her, however she does get scared of blood spattered about due to past trauma.
Appearance: Pale skin that shimmers like fresh snow, emerald eyes that match her gemstone name, short black hair that falls just above her shoulders, and an off-the-shoulder long, dark green gown to complement it all that clings to her curves. At the masquerade she wears a silver wolf mask, hoping to hide her shyness with confidence and mystery, walks in the most elegant way to really sell the look. shuuush, I'm drawing her
Magic: Discovered her innate ability to commune with animals and spirits, as well as some control over elements. However, she rarely ever uses her control over the elements unless some powerful emotion is in action. Usually only talks with animals when she feels lonely or bored, is more comfortable around them than with people.
Stories: Rumor has it that she was orphaned from a fire she set herself when she was young, no one has been able to extract the reasoning behind it, if it was really her, and the exact cause of death from her parents' singed bodies.
Reputation: Quite the book worm and pure of heart, with her nose in a book and often anonymous small acts of kindness to her neighbors and children in the town. Some whisper of her beauty and wonder why she hasn't married yet...
Song:
Other: The day her house was set fire is constantly replaying itself in the back of her mind, but she tries to hide all the pain it causes with a smile: dismissing any offers of help, and refusing to acknowledge that she is not okay, she will keep smiling as if it never happened.
Palpad: yeep
Posted: Mon, 11/11/2024 05:15 (12 Days ago)
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"~It's a beautiful day huh? Oh, you
don't... yeah... I didn't think so either. Really hate that
sunlight haha.~"
Name: Louis O'Couna
Title:
Age (Ah, that, just put your rough estimate. I myself have seen thousands of moons rise.): 42
Gender/Sexuality: Male // He/Him // Omni
Personality: A vampire who... doesn't really seem to be a vampire? If you go back in the records, he seems to check out, but no one's really sure who this guy is, he just randomly popped up and seems to have no knowledge whatsoever of vampire etiquette. He's just a little awkward, shy, and sometimes seema to feel more human than monster, to the extent where you question if he's a really bad vampire hunter playing the long game.
Surprisingly, he's sort of smart in his own nerdy way, though with people he's an absolute dork. Just... try to be nice. He's kind of sensitive. And he reaally hates people who are mean to him.
Appearance (Your gowns and suits shall be most stunning for this occasion.):
Magic: (No, of course I don't mean immortality and those little fangs of yours. Some of us are lucky enough to be gifted with unique powers, eh?)
Stories (Oh, I'm sure you must remember something through your moons.):
Reputation (You must be known for something, eh?): Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Song:
Other:
Palpad:
Name: Louis O'Couna
Title:
Age (Ah, that, just put your rough estimate. I myself have seen thousands of moons rise.): 42
Gender/Sexuality: Male // He/Him // Omni
Personality: A vampire who... doesn't really seem to be a vampire? If you go back in the records, he seems to check out, but no one's really sure who this guy is, he just randomly popped up and seems to have no knowledge whatsoever of vampire etiquette. He's just a little awkward, shy, and sometimes seema to feel more human than monster, to the extent where you question if he's a really bad vampire hunter playing the long game.
Surprisingly, he's sort of smart in his own nerdy way, though with people he's an absolute dork. Just... try to be nice. He's kind of sensitive. And he reaally hates people who are mean to him.
Appearance (Your gowns and suits shall be most stunning for this occasion.):
Magic: (No, of course I don't mean immortality and those little fangs of yours. Some of us are lucky enough to be gifted with unique powers, eh?)
Stories (Oh, I'm sure you must remember something through your moons.):
Reputation (You must be known for something, eh?): Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Song:
Other:
Palpad:
Posted: Mon, 11/11/2024 05:40 (12 Days ago)
Name: Misako Utsumi
Title: Duchess of the Frigid Plains, First Lady Misako, Beautiful Abundance
Age: 850
Gender/Sexuality: Female/Lesbian
Personality:
ISTJ-A | SiTe | Type 1
perfectionist | ambitious | organised | practical | logical | assertive | disciplined
Misako is an embodiment of icy resolve, a guardian of winter's bleak yet formidable beauty. Her presence is as piercing as the cold winds that sweep her land, unyielding and exacting, instilling respect and perhaps fear among her subjects. Misako's true form remains enigmatic, as she slips effortlessly between identities, adding a haunting mystique to her already formidable reputation. Her empathy is both a gift and a weapon; she perceives emotions with precision, drawing out and amplifying them to manipulate, control, or devastate those who cross her path. While she may appear as remote and unfeeling as her wintry domain, Misako rules with a fierce dedication to order and survival—traits born of necessity in the unforgiving North. The graveyard in her territory bears testament to her relentless rule; stories of soldiers buried in towering heaps whisper of her iron-fisted discipline. Misako’s allure lies in her duality: beneath the disciplined exterior lies a woman who navigates the thin line between compassion and cruelty, embodying the harsh elegance of a black swan, ominous, chilling, yet graceful
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A gown crafted from rich layers of midnight blue velvet, evoking the deep, tranquil tones of a winter night. A subtle shimmer of silver threads is woven throughout the fabric, like stars scattered across a frozen sky, catching the light with every movement. The bodice is sculpted and adorned with delicate embroidery in icy white and silver, forming intricate snowflake patterns that radiate out from the center. The sleeves are sheer, made of frosty tulle that flows down to the wrists, giving the illusion of mist rising on a winter’s morning. Small, shimmering crystals line the neckline, reflecting light as though dusted by fresh snowfall. At the waist, a silver sash cinches the gown, trailing down into a layered skirt that billows gracefully like soft drifts of snow. The skirt itself is a mix of silvery whites and pale blues, with a train that glistens as if kissed by frost. Each step leaves a trail of subtle sparkle, reminiscent of moonlight on snow, making this gown a stunning tribute to the elegance and magic of winter.
Magic:
Shape-Shifting
Misako can drastically change her appearance, to look like anyone she desires. Beyond humanoid transformations, she has also been able to transform into a few inanimate objects- namely a goblet, a circlet and a sword. Be warned, however, that should you pick up one of said items, you would not feel the smooth metal under your skin, but instead smooth skin and a tingling sensation that induces nausea for a few minutes. Humans and objects aside, Misaki may also transform into a fox with pure white fur and glimmering blue eyes.
Empath
The ability to feel others emotions clearly. Emotions have two variations. That of the head, and that of the heart. Raw, true emotions are hidden in one’s heart; and cannot be faked, while that of the mind may be manipulated to one’s desires. As such, each emotion must be carefully monitored to determine whether they are one’s true, genuine emotion. Furthermore, Misako is able to amplify the emotions of another. Positive, negative, it matters not. As long as there is an emotion, she can manipulate it. Naturally, with enough focus, Misako is able to make one feel so emotional, that their heart could burst.
Stories:
Up North
The North is frigid, its climate harsh. Only the toughest can bloom in the icy chill, and for Duchess Misako there are no exceptions. To rule the land of eternal winter, one must as unyielding as the winter, yet as soft as the snow. Discipline and rigidity must be maintained, order be preserved for the sake of the land. There is no room for any sort of tomfoolery, no mercy to be spared for traitors. Rumors sweep through the lands of the graveyard down North, of bodies of former soldiers piled so high no end is in sight. No one knows what exactly goes on behind the spiralling gates, but if you care to look closely when the night is at its coldest, you can spot the gentle glow of a carriage light, heading towards the cemetery.
Haunting Chill
A bunny is a prey, they will never be more. Their defenses are weak, they are not meant to survive. Hence the bunny must stay alert, albeit paranoid. When the monsters spot the bunny, with its hungry wild eyes, the bunny must run, lest it dies. All bunnies are weak, they are not meant to survive. But one little bunny grew fangs to fight. If it wants to survive, it must not be a prey. So it breaks its bones, emerging victorious on the throne
Reputation:
Misako is more than happy to entertain the rumours of the grave…and most claim the rumors aren’t far from the truth. What she does with them, however, is a different story entirely, for the overflowing grave has never lacked space for more….and more…
Song:
Swan Lake: Odile’s Variation 2; Act 3
Posted: Mon, 11/11/2024 08:30 (12 Days ago)
@Undyne, PieSmellsGood, Loksi, Legend, Glitch, Trashpanda
Could you please provide an example of a previous post or a post you would make for this RP?
Posted: Mon, 11/11/2024 10:29 (12 Days ago)
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"The night is still young, dance
with me, darling~"
Name: Ldeya Starlys
Title: Lady Luck, The Devil Herself
Age: ~800
Gender/Sexuality: Female, She/Her, Bisexual
Personality: ENTP-A ~ The Debater ~ 7w8 ~ The Opportunist
Always wearing a casual smile, playfully rebellious at first glance, a witty yet entertaining comment always ready on the tip of her tongue. Yet, if someone were to look a little more carefully, they might notice the emptiness of the smile, or how her comments never give anything away about herself.
Possessing a kind of easy charisma and natural confidence, most wouldn't question her friendliness, finding their time with her most enjoyable. But if they were to be recall the events, they would find that they know little about her values, beliefs, likes and dislikes beyond the superficial.
Yet this would all be forgotten by their next meeting, when once again the almost childish teasing would make them forget all the questions they were going to ask.
Appearance: x x
Quite tall, with the pale skin reminiscent of all vampires, standing out with her signature smiles and grace, moving as if nothing in the world could bother her. The kind to stroll into a party uninvited, win everyone's attention, then complain about how boring it was.
Her unorderly suit always seems to have a button forgotten, or some flap not tucked in quite properly, as if she had thrown it on last minute, not bothering much with her appearance. Despite this, she still manages to look enigmatically charming. Some might even say her lack of attention enhances the style.
Such a lack of attention that she has deigned to tailor one of the fancy ball gowns noblewomen preferred, opting for another of her usual suit. Perhaps a touch more formal, but that could hardly appease the gossip. A scandalous choice many murmur, but they can't deny how wonderfully it compliments her.
Just like every year before, her black silk gloves and red crystal teardrop earrings are ever-present.
Magic: Probability Manipulation
As the name would suggest, the ability to alter and play with probabilities to her heart's desire.
Not much is known about this ability, the whispers claiming anything from a simple party trick to the power to bring down the sun. After all, there is only speculation and the occasional story to go on. Indeed, she has been able to walk through lead rain unscathed, and emerge victorious in every game of chance. Yet, for such a powerful ability, the lack of prominent display has lead to suspicion on its true extent.
Stories: Pointless Curses
800 years ago, a figure fell, soundlessly plummeting as the clock struck twelve.
A pool of blood was lit by the rays of dawn, but no body.
Ever since then, fortunate gamblers have found themselves blessed with strokes of luck, their winnings piling into mountains. Poor wanderers out at night have found themselves lured into alleys, their body cold and bloodless the next day.
Every once in a while, an alluring assassin or thief would grace history, sometimes as a mercenary, sometimes for purposes unknown, pulling off heists and killings with inhuman dexterity. Never once touched by a blade or bullet, slipping away to await the next century.
Reputation: The Lazy Prodigy
Some would turn up their noses with a dismissive scoff when she walks past, muttering about wasted potential and lackadaisical behaviour. But there's no mistaking the slightest flash of fear and unease in their eyes, that of a noble as they pass a thief.
Known as cold, apathetic, almost sadistic in her kills, there is no doubt that she has a prodigious efficiency and skill for her fairly younger age.
Despite holding such a gift many would dream of, she "couldn't have been a worse choice", not bothering with the gatherings and social events of the esteemed gentry, nor particularly trying to impress anyone, sometimes even dropping comments with a little more snark than comfortable.
Song: Villain ~ Stella Jang
Name: Ldeya Starlys
Title: Lady Luck, The Devil Herself
Age: ~800
Gender/Sexuality: Female, She/Her, Bisexual
Personality: ENTP-A ~ The Debater ~ 7w8 ~ The Opportunist
Always wearing a casual smile, playfully rebellious at first glance, a witty yet entertaining comment always ready on the tip of her tongue. Yet, if someone were to look a little more carefully, they might notice the emptiness of the smile, or how her comments never give anything away about herself.
Possessing a kind of easy charisma and natural confidence, most wouldn't question her friendliness, finding their time with her most enjoyable. But if they were to be recall the events, they would find that they know little about her values, beliefs, likes and dislikes beyond the superficial.
Yet this would all be forgotten by their next meeting, when once again the almost childish teasing would make them forget all the questions they were going to ask.
Appearance: x x
Quite tall, with the pale skin reminiscent of all vampires, standing out with her signature smiles and grace, moving as if nothing in the world could bother her. The kind to stroll into a party uninvited, win everyone's attention, then complain about how boring it was.
Her unorderly suit always seems to have a button forgotten, or some flap not tucked in quite properly, as if she had thrown it on last minute, not bothering much with her appearance. Despite this, she still manages to look enigmatically charming. Some might even say her lack of attention enhances the style.
Such a lack of attention that she has deigned to tailor one of the fancy ball gowns noblewomen preferred, opting for another of her usual suit. Perhaps a touch more formal, but that could hardly appease the gossip. A scandalous choice many murmur, but they can't deny how wonderfully it compliments her.
Just like every year before, her black silk gloves and red crystal teardrop earrings are ever-present.
Magic: Probability Manipulation
As the name would suggest, the ability to alter and play with probabilities to her heart's desire.
Not much is known about this ability, the whispers claiming anything from a simple party trick to the power to bring down the sun. After all, there is only speculation and the occasional story to go on. Indeed, she has been able to walk through lead rain unscathed, and emerge victorious in every game of chance. Yet, for such a powerful ability, the lack of prominent display has lead to suspicion on its true extent.
Stories: Pointless Curses
800 years ago, a figure fell, soundlessly plummeting as the clock struck twelve.
A pool of blood was lit by the rays of dawn, but no body.
Ever since then, fortunate gamblers have found themselves blessed with strokes of luck, their winnings piling into mountains. Poor wanderers out at night have found themselves lured into alleys, their body cold and bloodless the next day.
Every once in a while, an alluring assassin or thief would grace history, sometimes as a mercenary, sometimes for purposes unknown, pulling off heists and killings with inhuman dexterity. Never once touched by a blade or bullet, slipping away to await the next century.
Reputation: The Lazy Prodigy
Some would turn up their noses with a dismissive scoff when she walks past, muttering about wasted potential and lackadaisical behaviour. But there's no mistaking the slightest flash of fear and unease in their eyes, that of a noble as they pass a thief.
Known as cold, apathetic, almost sadistic in her kills, there is no doubt that she has a prodigious efficiency and skill for her fairly younger age.
Despite holding such a gift many would dream of, she "couldn't have been a worse choice", not bothering with the gatherings and social events of the esteemed gentry, nor particularly trying to impress anyone, sometimes even dropping comments with a little more snark than comfortable.
Song: Villain ~ Stella Jang
Let me tell you a secret,
The real monsters don't look like monsters~
Posted: Mon, 11/11/2024 12:05 (12 Days ago)
example I might write for this rp: She walks through the dark castle halls, filled with people here for the masquerade, as she searches for an exit. Avoiding most of the crowd, she does bump into a few people and quickly apologizes before rushing out to the courtyard. Only letting out a sigh of relief once she believes she is a safe distance from the majority of people. She slows her pace as she comes across some ravens flitting about for scraps. "You guys seem hungry," she speaks softly, almost like the wind. She looks behind her before whispering again, "Sure is crowded back there, isn't it?" The ravens aren't responding to her, so she sighs and sits on a nearby bench. Smoothing her dark green dress out as a cold wind makes her shiver.
I hope this was good enough :D
Posted: Mon, 11/11/2024 12:18 (12 Days ago)
Posted: Mon, 11/11/2024 17:18 (12 Days ago)
Name:Mriye Safayir
Title:The Mystery
Age: Around 150, young for vampires; but looks around 20 as he was bit at that age.
Gender/Sexuality: Male,He/Him, Aroace
Personality: Curious, Introvert
Generally keeps to himself and does not participate in arguments. Prefers to be alone and has barely any sense of sympathy. He never lets any vampire know who he is and what he's done. He's made many fake identities over the years so he's perfectly untraceable, even to vampires.
Appearance: Wearing an oversized patched wizard's robe as a cloak, hiding anything beneath. Thought you can catch a glimpse of a green amulet occasionally. He wears a ragged, faded torn scarf untidily. He has pitch black hair, hidden by a hood.
Magic: He has his amulet, which allows him to manipulate memories. He's not very effective at this though, only being able to erase all the memories of a few hours ago. He can also use it to blur a person's memories slightly; such as removing specific details. However, this is at a great risk to himself; so he only uses it as a last resort or in an emergency.
He also makes potions but it's not really magic and he's not that good at it
Stories: He doesn't have many interesting stories, usually hunting animals for blood by his house somewhere in a wood. However, he has used his magic to harm someone. Just once. The vampire that bit him. A perfect operation planned for years. With methods no one knows. For no one remembers.The spell which harmed both caster and victim.
Reputation:
Most vampires dislike him, for he is open about his hate of vampire society. To many, he is not a true vampire.
Song: Darkside by Alan Walker
Palpad: Yes
Posted: Mon, 11/11/2024 17:33 (12 Days ago)
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Name:
Kamiya Ashira
Title:
The Unbefitting Head of the Ashira House
Age: 949
Gender/Sexuality:
Female-Lesbian
Personality:
INTJ - Chaotic Neutral. She will try to murder you, but in the politest way possible. Or she will strike up a nice chatter like a sunday afternoon. In the nicest way evil, in the evilest way nice. Easily annoyed or irritated. sucks at empathy, but she has good reflexes and emotional intelligence. Kamiya has no morals. Sometimes acts like a kid but rarely.
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Magic:
[Bloodburst]
Manipulating blood outside of her body, Kamiya can control it to implode at any given time, with the restrictions of her having at least 50% of her blood circulating in her system, and the blood has to be used before it dries. The blood can explode upon impact or command, but can also be removed or destroyed by herself.
Stories (Oh, I'm sure you must remember something through your moons.):
They say stereotyping are what is true to the vast majority, but there is always a minority opposing those assumptions. In a society of Nobles, women are those expected to be in skirts and dresses, dancing and flirting, objects of attraction. So for someone to break through those stereotypes sets up for a new discrimination against those ladies who oppose male gaze. fundamentally ‘unladylike’, to not marry, yet instead holding a political position. ‘Tis something the society has yet to adapt and familiarise itself with. If those who are meant to take action does not take action, then the hope of clearing out stereotypes turn into a myth with no firm grounding behind it.
Reputation (You must be known for something, eh?): Kamiya is known as a lady who behaves in the way unbefitting of a noble lady, she refuses to marry, as well as wear dresses. She runs the house fairly well, but her reputation is mediocre.
Song: Kyouran Hey Kids!! - THE ORAL CIGARETTES
Other:Im here to promote doodling in class (especially your ocs to finish forms) and procrastination. /hj
Palpad:
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Posted: Tue, 12/11/2024 01:17 (11 Days ago)
Ressed!
@Legend, Undyne, Loksi
Still waiting for your RP examples, thanks!
Posted: Tue, 12/11/2024 03:33 (11 Days ago)
Name: Orca "Otto" Velasco Charodeev
Title: The Reticent Vigneron
Age: ~400
Gender/Sexuality: Male (He / They) - Demisexual
Personality: An odd fellow, this Otto Velasco. One of the solitary kind of vampires that choose to hide from prying eyes. Yet, he is often found venturing off into the mortal world. For what purpose? Unknown. As the owner and founder of Tasse Mond, one of the largest wine companies in the entire world, he owns a vast property of land housing a number of fruit crops, shrouded in mist and cold bursts of rain. There's a chance he only came to attend because it was a masquerade.
Though he does not leave the estate much, he has never forgotten his manners. With a light tip of a hat and soft kiss on the hand, Otto remains gentle and polite. He responds to threats with a cock of his head. To some, this dismissive behavior is infuriating. Otto keeps his neutrality in conflicts, he appeals to both sides as a sort of peacekeeper. He is mostly the observer and not the instigator. Otto, however, appears curious to the stimulus around him. He pokes, he prods as if he suspects there is always, always, some kind of hidden meaning. Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back, no?
Ironic that he attains the love for the natural world despite his undead status. Or is it due to the events of his vampirism, that he acquired a newfound affection for those that are living? Whatever the case, he has a soft spot for animals and plants alike, as well as those with similar ideals. A strange mindset to posses in a world so filled with carnage. He uses his interests as motivation to create brand new flavors and to even 'inspire' his side projects...
Appearance : 5"3 (161.5 cm) in height, though with the addition of a top hat, he becomes 6" (182.9 cm). His lean, angular face is nearly shadowed, often only revealing a single eye of azure with a pale pupil. His dark navy hair is streaked with pearl. Whether it is natural or a consequence of some unfortunate experiment, he doesn't tell. He wears a traditionally Victorian outfit with a jabot pinned in place by the Tasse Mond symbol; a moon and a sapphire. There is a blue clematis pinned on his collar. Silver crescent-shaped collar pins glimmer in the moonlight. Otto's shoulders are swathed in a large coat so dark in color it seems to absorb any light nearby. A rusted silver chain connects to his belt, stringing an old pocket watch and another clematis. By Otto's side is his trusty cane. Its ferrule is a stylized ebony raven dipping its head. He holds himself with poise, standing with square shoulders and ankles parallel. His gaze remains level. He smells like crisp wine and the pale aroma of moon lillies.
Magic: - Spectral Botanokinesis
Otto is able to summon vines and flowers of all sizes that he can manipulate to catch or attack others, though he mainly uses it for multitasking. These plants are reminiscent to those of a clematis though thicker and with sharp thorns studding their stems. They appear translucent in appearance, with blue and white hues, almost as if one had captured them in film then turned the negative filter on. They are cool to the touch and jelly-like in texture. The thorns secrete a paralyzing toxin that activates on contact, though it takes a great deal to full paralyze an adult man (or in this case, vampire). On average, the toxin would paralyze a limb or two.
- Inebriation Immunity
Due to his continuous exposure to all sorts of drinks, Otto found himself less vulnerable to their power. Meaning he is barely affected by any poison's side effects. To even have an influence on him, the number of the dose must be increased or a stronger poison used. However this does not work on the traditional vampire weaknesses (garlic and holy water, for example) and it is also weaker towards chemical poisons (lead and cyanide, for example). Those have a moderate chance to kill him.
Stories: Otto Velasco is rarely a topic of conversation. After all, what fun is there in a man who cowers his life away? However, rumor has it that Otto might be a sort of 'mad scientist'. Living alone for such a long time will do that to you, they whisper. Those passing by the Tasse Mond estate often glimpse flashes of green in the sky, though the hedges are too dense to make sure of their source. Perhaps they are creating a monster in there, to destroy empires and overthrow kings. Such rubbish, though. The reality must be far from it! Otto Velasco could never, would never, they tutt and fan themselves. But this doesn't stop them from glancing over their shoulder whenever they cross the gates of the Tasse Mond estate.
Reputation: Many feel he is an enigma, others say he is a coward. His creations are fine and lavish, true, but he'd be more attractive if he stepped out more. Thus, he is sort of an outsider in terms of society. He is known to be secretive so few like to take a crack at his mysterious persona, to no avail. Overall, he basks in his solitude like an unlit street lamp and others are too dissuaded to approach him. Otto is fine with that.
Song: Caprice No. 24 - Niccolo Paganini
Other: I hope I did this right! my writer brain might need to be jumpstarted again agagaga (ノへ￣、)
Palpad: Yeeup!
jdkadjdkj it's been a long while since I've rped but I hope you'll have me (*/ω＼*)