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Salutations. On most places around the interwebs, I'm known as Bounce.

I've been writing on-line since 1994 (anyone old enough to remember Insidetheweb?). I think I've dabbled in just about every genre there is, at one point or another. Other fantasy RPGs I've been part of have included Terranoire (1996-2003) and Gothic Empires (2003-2006). For the last decade, I've mostly gone between the modern superhero and sci-fi genres, both fandom and original. I love world building, which causes most people to categorize me as a sandbox RPer, though I actually prefer having writing partners in threads that I can bounce ideas off of.

I started out as an art student, back in the early 90s, and then wound up having a huge career change after 9/11 when I joined the military for what was supposed to be a short stint. Now I'm finishing up some post-graduate work in human resources and plotting for what I'm going to do after I retire from the military in a few years.

That's pretty much it for me. I haven't written in the fantasy genre for a long time, so please be patient with me as I catch up on the lore and try to find my stride in this community of yours.

Art credit E. H. Macmillan & Massimo Carnevale.

• Sword of Mordecai - A short sword (styled in the likeness of a Pompei gladius) taken from the Angel Mordecai during the Famine-Plenty Wars, previously used as a ceremonial and coronation instrument prior to the onset of the Angel-Demon conflict. The blade is coated in silver, and inscribed in runes authored in the language of the original Angels.
  
• Darkness Stone Pendant - A small pendant carved in the likeness of an icon of the god Norak, used as a magical battery to sustain his human illusion during the day or new moon phase, when his powers are at their weakest.
  

Putting this here for people to put plot ideas and other fun things. I normally like to communicate through Discord, as it is faster. However, feel free to leave suggestions here if you want to.

Beriadan is currently my only character. However, and not to sound full of myself, I think he will prove to be a rather significant character. He is a powerful mage, and the inventor of Dust Magic, an entirely new method of casting magic. He is an avid explorer, so he has been around the world once or twice. While I would consider him closer to neutral, he does lean towards good or is rather just a humane individual. If something is going wrong in the world, he is likely to show up and help out where he can. Should he view the conflict as pointless, like the struggle between Angels and Demons, he will most likely ignore it, unless it starts involving innocent bystanders. As he is a Dust Mage and can cast Teleportation Magic, he can arrive wherever something important is happening rather quickly, so expect to see him around.

Character's Name: Condatis

Nicknames: N/A

Age: 117

Gender: Male

Species: Dragon (Sea Serpent)

Abilities:
Water Magic - Condatis has a natural affinity for water magic, though he’s not mastered it fully yet.

Amphibious - Being a Sea Serpent, Condatis has the innate ability to breathe both air and water.

Appearance: Condatis is a long serpentine dragon with teal colored scales and golden colored fins. His face is snake like with intimidating bright yellow eyes. He also has alligator like legs which he uses to move on land.

Personality: Though you might not think it at first glance Condatis is actually relatively friendly for a Sea Serpent. This may seem strange especially with most humanoid species being hunters of dragons, and see them as evil. Well hearing this and how his ancestors fled to be at peace and away from the humans, he came up with an idea. What if he tried to end that stereotype by helping people and building up good relations with the humanoid’s. Although it will be hard getting over his greed and pride to do so.

Biography: Condatis doesn’t remember his early life that well as most of it was spent hunting sea creatures, and practicing magic. Occasionally he would come across humanoids fishing or doing whatever on their boats but would ignore them, unless they attacked. As he grew up though he learned more and about his ancestors and their reasoning for entering the water. This enlightened him in a way, and now he wanted to try and figure out a way to make some sort of peace with the humanoids. This would prove difficult though as dragons tend to be greedy and consider themselves better than other creatures. Still he figures that at some point in his seemingly immortal life that he will be able to achieve this.

Roleplay Sample: Condatis was swimming through the ocean, southwest of Lode. It was storming make it a little annoying to swim but not a massive hindrance. He somewhat enjoyed the thunder and lightning as the waves rocked back and forth. He found storms interesting than the usual hot, sunny day. As he continued swimming around he noticed a dark shape towards the surface of the water. As he moved closer he noticed it was a small ship rocking in th storm. He slowly raised his head out the water like an Aligator would using the color of his scales as camouflauge. As he watched he noticed the ships crew seemed to be mostly elves, and that the ship was rocking more and more. A large wave then struck the ship almost causing it to capsize and knocking off a few crates and what appeared to be an elf. Realizing this was a chance to help improve relations moved back underwater and swam forward. The elf was struggling to stay afloat and his crewmembers were trying to help but the storm was casuing them a lot of trouble. Condatis then moved his head under the elf and slwoly raised him up. As he jumped off of Condatis’s head before the crew and Condatis exchanged looks, he then went back down and retrieved the 2 crates. He lifted those up and brought them back onto the ship before going back down again and swimming off pleased.

Character's Name: Kassandra

Nicknames: Kassie

Age: 35

Gender: Female

Species: Sol'tera

Abilities: As a Sol'tera, Kassie is blessed with abilities from the sun. Her tattoos help her absorb the powers of the sun, enhancing her speed and strength. She is a warrior, trained  in the sword and the bow, which is is better with, but prefers the sword. Her powers also allow her regenerative healing- but hers isn't quite as developed as some of her peers. Kassandra's healing leaves scars, reducing pain and removing open wounds, but might reduce the feeling in that hand where she's been burnt, or reduce her movement where a wound to the stomach healed too quickly. She has little control over how fast things heal.
Partnered with a strong affinity for fire magic, Kassandra doesn't have the best combination of powers.

Appearance: Kassie is 5'9, with a lithe, willowy figure. She would not be described as particularly beautiful; rather, her features are rather sharp. Her face is long, with pointed cheekbones that make her look a little sallow. Her skin is olive and her hair is dark, long past her shoulders and wavy, although often she puts it back in a ponytail to keep out the way. As a warrior, she has her fair share of scars; a few circular ones speckle her face and left cheek, a little like freckles. Her left fingers are slightly bent from a scar on her palm. Others are less obvious- a slice across one side, a stab to one shoulder. Her Sol'tera markings are also fairly mild, where they can be easily seen- a few decorate her arms, but the largest is the one that decorates her back, stretching from shoulders down to waist in brown and red shades.
Kassie wears may layers of clothing, mostly in shades of brown, black and green; long overgarments hang down over her trousers, a scarf down her back, and feathers flicker from the loose edges. Her leather armour fills the gaps on her arms and torso, although she forgoes it on her legs in favour of long, sturdy boots instead. All her garb is a little worn, a little faded.

Personality: Although it is in a Sol'tera's nature to be sociable and close, Kassandra has a few more boundaries than her kin. She'll still drink along with everyone else, but she won't be the one to instigate a touch, instigate a party. She's a little distant, a little reserved, quiet and likes to keep herself to herself, watching rather than participating. Occasionally she can come off as standoffish or rude. She's stubborn and will see something through to the end, wanted or not. Her scars make her feel self-conscious, and her tattoos in company other than her kin.

History: Kassandra, from a young age, aspired to be a hunter, a warrior looking for those on The List. She trained hard as a teen, becoming proficient in the sword and excelling at the bow. She constantly pushed herself to become better, stronger, until she was chosen to go out and hunt with the rest. She was no prodigy, but competent and determined. Since her first assignment she has travelled, earning her place in society and her scars to go with her kills. Although Kassandra has passed through the fringe towns as frequently as any other Sol'tera, she has no more than an uneasy stance with the border towns of the desert, each noting the others' presence, but only tolerating it.

<b>Thread Status:</b> Closed
<b>Players involved:</b> Kila, Scylla Oceanic
<b>Characters involved:</b> Hera Scylla Oceanic (Scyalla Oceanic), King Amun-ra (Kila)
<b>Setting:</b> Eden, Sleibte. The center of the Nkazon desert.
<b>Time:</b> Current, early afternoon
<b>Weather:</b> Hot and windy

The young female sphinx wings were spread fully as she flew in the air in the kingdom of Eden. She was already granted entrance by the guards, probably because she was a sphinx herself. Hera wore elegant silk and her hair was in a regal up do decorated with shiny gems. Finally, she circled in on the palace that was in the center of the city. She was here on important business, she was here to meet the king of sphinxes. Hera landed elegantly on her paws in front of the entrance to the palace. There were beautiful fountains, water walls, and lush greenery, everything a creature could dream of was here. The young sphinx was not surprised by the palace at all, she has been here many times before. Not only that, but she was a sphinx, used to the life and luxury that came with her species. The very fact that she was a sphinx, meant that being vain came with her personality. That's just who she was.

Hera walked into the palace as each step advertised the pure power in her form. Her wings were folded in and her head was held high. Hera was not fazed in the least in meeting the king, but this would be her first time meeting him. She may be 105 years old, but in sphinx culture, she was still a young adult. She made her way in the center of the palace, and her eyes finally fell upon a powerful form walking among the palace halls. It was the king himself. Straightening herself up, she walked until she was standing right in front of the royal sphinx. "Hello, King Amun-ra. It is quite the pleasure to meet you in person. I am Hera Scylla Oceanic of the Oceanic bloodline. In my 105 years on this world I haven't met you yet. How peculiar. I would like to speak with you if you're up for conversation." Her voice held class as she spoke to the king.

Hera admired the king's strong physique and everything else about his form. She then sat down in front of him, shoulders squared in confidence, but respect held in her gaze for her ruler. Hera knew a formal greeting would be enough, and perhaps being close to royalty would boost her standing in the world of sphinxes. Now, she was just interested in getting to know, her king, better. The sun hit Hera's golden fur, giving it a shiny look. She curled her tail over her front paws to show that she was interested for conversation. Now was the opportune time to see exactly who the ruler of her kind was.

Character's Name: Hera Scylla Oceanic (Last name is inherited through family)

Nicknames: Scy

Age: 105 years old

Gender: Female

Species: Sphinx

Abilities: Able to heal and purify things around her. Has ability to sense when someone is lying or holds malicious intent. Has a natural resistance to poisons, and can sense when something has been laced. Can create illusions and whip up sandstorms.  Has a strong affinity for light magic and vikta.

Appearance: She has the head of a brown skinned woman and her face is elegant, her face structure has a slightly elongated profile. She has round gold fur colored lioness like ears. She has light blue almond shaped eyes that are rimmed with black. She has long thick light brown hair that is in an elegant up do, and decorated with shiny things such as gems. She has the feline body similar to a lioness, and her fur color is golden. She also has the tail of a lioness which has the same gold colored fur as her body, and the tip of her tail is pure black. She has wings similar to that of a golden eagle with hints of black. Her black claws are curved and sharp. She has strong muscle and knows how to throw her weight around, but her body is lean and smooth, her fur is smooth as well.

Personality: She is very noble and has a lot of class, she always carries herself as such. Scylla holds the true image of a strong woman, and is very independent. She is very dominant and loves to show other sphinx and even other lesser creatures that she is in charge. Scylla loves shiny things and jewelry, and enjoys the finer things in life. This sphinx will only be in a harem ruled by the strongest males, it's her way of making sure she isn't being ruled by weakness, and she will only mate with the strongest males. Scylla is very devious and whatever she wants she will get it by any means. Those who stand in the way of her goals are at risk of getting attacked. She demands respect from everyone and anything. She is power hungry, and always wants more if it will gain her power over others. She is not very kind and can be cold hearted. She despises weakness, and will disregard the weak like trash. She is obsessed with wealth and believes it to be an important part of a sphinx's status. The higher your status, the more powerful you are. She has a strong spirit and backbone, she can never be brought down emotionally. She is also very judge mental and judges those based on their actions and bloodlines. Bloodlines are of great importance to her, and it helps define someone. She believes females to be superior to males. Koda doesn't tolerate laziness one bit and values hard work. She knows of her ravishing beauty and what she is worth. She knows how to flaunt what she has and has confidence in herself and her body. She is also free spirited, and knows how to carve out a way for herself. She can also be very vain.

History: She was born into a powerful family bloodline known as the Oceanic family. Her family is notorious for those who served as warriors or guardians. Her family was wealthy and her parents groomed her to be a proper sphinx. Her parents trained and groomed her to be a proper heir to the Oceanic family, and since then she grew into a proper prodigy of the family line. Now she is her own sphinx, and she carries the family name like a proper shield. She tends to brag and be arrogant of her family name.

Roleplay Sample: Koda's elegant brown eyes fell upon a male who approached her at the borders. She studied him for a quick moment as soon as he stopped in front of her. The young dog realized that his body was littered with scars, and his bulk was somewhat intimidating. The young female was not deterred though. Gathering herself she showed submissive behavior and spoke respectfully to the male named Shaamah. "My name is Koda Hunt. I have come because I would like to join Sapient." Her British accent held class as she spoke to the male. Hearing that she was at the lands of Sapient meant she had came in the right direction. Even though she showed complete respect to the male, her jewelry and attire still showed off her elegance and form. The wind started to pick up again as her mane blew in the cool breeze. Koda's jewelry gleamed in the sunlight that was available in the area, and her dress blew showing off her long legs. Koda was grateful that her parents would send her things to her once she claimed a residence in this place. Her mother told her that a woman of her stature shouldn't dirty her hands with that much work. The way she was brought up is what made her who she was today. The young dog was brought up with class, nobility, and most importantly wealth. Her parent's wealth, was now hers as well. She couldn't wait to see what life would be like in Sapient. She would be very respectful of those who ranked above her, for it was likely that they knew more than she did.

Looking at the male in front of her, he was obviously high in rank. Yet she didn't exactly know what "Opus Summus" was. Yet the young woman knew she would learn quickly. She continued to show respectful submissive behavior as their conversation carried on. She was a woman of manners, and knew her place in the pecking order. She waited patiently for what the rugged male would say next. She made sure to mind her manners.

<b>Thread Status:</b> Closed
<b>Players involved:</b> Handyman, KokoPuffs
<b>Characters involved:</b> Ceserus (Handyman), Taahira (KokoPuffs)
<b>Setting:</b> Katakarthia, A small, nameless town on the island off the western coast of the Warring Wastes, northwest of Plenty Castle
<b>Time:</b> Current, just after dark
<b>Weather:</b> Cool, windy, and clear

His recent return to Katakarthia had left him with a significantly shorter leash than what he was used to. After years of roaming around the vast expanse of Sleibte being confined to the boarders of Katakarthia was a slight annoyance that he had not been afraid to voice when he was “reassigned” as it were. Regardless, Ceserus had not argued in the slightest when he was told his new purpose for the time being. He was to roam the lesser populated of the angel and demon territories, gathering as much information as he could about movements of the angelic forces and attempting to subvert any potential incursions by wrecking havoc in smaller, less important areas that might divert their attention just enough to give the demonic forces an advantage. He was certain that he would be called to the battlefield before too long, especially given his ability to wield the corpses of the fallen as his puppets. But his abilities were limited, and especially since he had to avoid any confrontation in the daylight. Light of any kind was a hindrance to the reaper, but he could adapt to fire light and light produced from magic much more effectively than sunlight.

It was, in fact, because of this hindrance that Ceserus had taken such a long time to reach the small town that he now strode into as the last rays of sunlight fell below the horizon and the pale glow of moonlight began to overtake the sky. This town, which sat nestled on a small island just off the coast west of the Plenty Castle was still in tact, unlike most of the cities near the angelic and demonic boarder. Normally, to travel the distance that he had needed to, Ceserus would simply open a portal to his destination, but having never been within the boarders of angel lands and not wanting to attract the attention of the radiant creatures, Ceserus had opted to waiting for nightfall and only teleporting short distances at a time. Finally, after travelling along the road for a couple of days, Ceserus could finally see the light of a small, possibly unnamed town coming into view. With the corner of his mouth curling into a grin, Ceserus covered the distance between himself and the edge of the small village in an instant, melding into the shadows and emerging from them next to a small building that was probably a shop of some sort.

There will still some people out and about, though most of them were coming and going from one particular establishment from which the scent of baked bread, smoked meats, and ale wafted toward the reaper. It was as good a place as any to begin, and if he planned on being in town for longer than one night it would make sense for him to get a room to stay at in order to avoid suspicion. Though he did not truly need to sleep, the sensation of rest was still something he appreciated, and after so many days of travel via arcane means, he needed to recuperate. As he stepped up to the door of what appeared to be a cross between a tavern and an inn, Ceserus removed his hood and allowed the warmth of the air in the space to envelop him. He preferred the chill of the night air, but nothing could be done. The smell of food and drink only intensified, and the sound of conversation was accompanied by music being played by a human man with a piano. The tavern section of the establishment was occupied by quite a few groups of people, and though it was not filled completely, there were enough people to make Ceserus to infer that this was probably the only place to get a good drink in the whole town.

Settling into a seat at a table near the back of the dining area, the elven-looking man flagged down a server and ordered an ale. While he waited for his drink Ceserus draped his cloak over the back of his chair and settled in, glancing about the room and searching for what the source of his entertainment for the evening would be.