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| Vioroll |
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Posted by: King Fury - 07-13-2017, 12:31 AM - Forum: Character Profiles
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Character's Name: Vioroll
Titles: Master of Ravens, Lord of the Hunt
Age: Over 1000 years old, though appears to be in His late twenties.
Gender: Male
Species: War Demon Royal
Appearance
He usually appears as a human man. He is taller than his sister, actually fitting the term at nearly two meters. He has shoulder length black hair, framing a pale face. Gold eyes glow from behind his bangs, which are swept to the sides, parted slightly to the left. His mouth is usually twisted in a sneer when addressing anyone other than his sister.
Normally, he can be found wearing a mixture of armor and fine clothe, in imitation of his sister's style. His outfit is always colored with a coal black, and has shoulder-pads slightly smaller than his sister's. In truth, they are only large enough to land a raven on, which is actually their purpose. He usually has a raven or two perched on his shoulders.
His alternate forms are a pitch black wolf, a raven, a shark, and a Basilisk.
True Form
In his true form, Vioroll is a black knight. Blood seeps from between the heavy plates of his armor, and he wields a large black blade. He wears a helmet that has no visible eyes, only a crimson slit in the visor, which constantly weeps blood.
Personality
Arrogant, aloof and incredibly confident, Vioroll has a commanding presence. He is unlike his sister in almost every aspect of personality, at least when he chooses to be. When she is calm and welcoming, he is cold and abrasive. Where she is cold, he burns how with anger. She can keep herself at least pretending to be interested in the affairs of those who come to meet her, while he openly treats them like irritants.
This is in part a distraction. The two of them often have the same relative ideas on subjects, a benefit of their twin bond. By having him be abrasive, she looks better in comparison. He is her Master of Ravens, the one who feeds her with the information she needs to rule. However, while she enjoys the games of politics, he prefers straight-up action, and will gladly fight at her order.
Abilities
A skilled swordsman and general combatant, Vioroll favors direct combat, with the slight exception of his mastery of Darkness magic. Most of it is meant to be used in direct battle, but the poisonous abilities have also been trained in case he is called upon to eliminate the opposition to his sister in less direct manners. However, as Master of Ravens, he has to be aware of everything occurring in the kingdom. To do so, he has developed the ability to brand animals and lesser demons with his mark, which lets him see through their eyes and listen through their ears. In this manner, he has set up a powerful network of informants to maintain his sister's reign. He can direct the creatures to a limited degree, with the effectiveness increasing the closer he is to the creature directed.
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| Cyrus |
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Posted by: Sparx - 07-12-2017, 11:35 PM - Forum: Character Profiles
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Name: Cyrus
Nicknames: Cy
Age: 120 (Adult)
Gender: Male
Species: Human/Visek Elf hybrid
Abilities:
Cyrus’ strengths are entirely in his mind. He is extremely intelligent and strong in many academic fields, particularly those having to do with logic and strategic planning.
From his Visek lineage he acquired the gift of magic, and from an early age he began applying his affinity for logic to spells. Especially for someone as short-lived as he, Cyrus is a prodigy in the arcane. He has a particular knack for transmutation and kinetic magic, and struggles the most with illusions.
Cyrus approaches magic in a strictly scientific way and builds spells based on carefully written formulas. He is incapable, perhaps through an unconscious mental block or otherwise, of using magic through emotion or will alone. Instead, he prepares spells in writing or through symbols that may be executed by completing the final phrase or image, or spoken aloud (for simpler spells). Because of this method, Cyrus always carries around a book with his simpler spells, and usually has some means of writing nearby for when he needs to construct a new spell.
Appearance:
While Cyrus gets his magic from his elf half, his physical form is largely human. He is not particularly striking or notable in any way, merely average in most aspects. At 5’10”, he is not especially short, but on the lower end of average height for either species. Though he is on the thin side like an elf, being 134lbs, he looks more hungry than graceful, and has very little in the way of muscle or flexibility. True to his Visek blood, Cyrus’ skin is pale, though it would perhaps be more naturally a warmer, more human-like pink if he ventured outside more often.
Another trait Cyrus only coincidentally shares with Visek elves is his silver-colored hair, which is cut short above his short, slightly pointed ears but otherwise not styled in any particular way. He was born with black hair, but due to certain traits of his personality, it has lightened over the years and now matches his eyes, which are also silver. Fittingly, he wears sleek, silver-framed glasses to correct nearsightedness. Occasionally, a bit of darker stubble will line his face, usually around the same time the bags under his eyes are most noticeable.
In the way of clothing, Cyrus is not especially groundbreaking. He typically dresses lightly in neutral colors or greyscale, with more regard to functionality than fashion. A typical ensemble for him would be a long jacket in a style popular with magical scholars, magic-resistant gloves, and simple trousers and boots.
Personality:
Intellectual. Most of what makes Cyrus what he is would be his scholarly ambition. He has a remarkably strong academic mind, and he thrives on learning and critical thinking. Most of his time is spent reading, researching, or applying the knowledge he has garnered. He can talk at length and in depth about a great many subjects, and will do so with glee if allowed to do so without inhibitions.
Neurotic. Somewhat of an extension of his intelligence, Cyrus is a perfectionist to a fault. He cannot act without first dedicating some time to careful planning and consideration. Thinking on his feet is near impossible for him because of this; he has to deliberate the options and possibilities of any situation. This has led to Cyrus being a very anxious person who never takes risks, is rarely happy with his work and decisions, and is constantly thinking about the ways any scenario could go wrong.
Timid. Cyrus is not at all a strong person socially. He often finds it difficult to interact with others comfortably, and he shrinks away from social situations. Lacking willpower and confidence, it is easy to push Cyrus around or put him down. He does not have a very high opinion of himself, even in regards to his magical talent, and does not accept compliments very well.
History:
Cyrus was born to a human mother and a Visek father in the city of Santyn. Both of his parents were scholars of magic, though his mother only researched and could not actually use spells. A hybrid, the child aged at a pace slightly faster than a pureblooded elf, and due to his mother’s shorter lifespan, Cyrus was raised primarily by his father and was brought up mostly in Visek culture and surrounded by magical talents.
At some time during his childhood, Cyrus and his father moved to Yfrelo in Sleible, though they often travelled for periods of time to sate the wanderlust his father had learned from his human wife. As he grew older, however, Cyrus preferred to stay behind in a place with more people like him.
As an adult, Cyrus is an avid researcher and spellcrafter, often working on commission to create magical scrolls or items. He tends to stay close to the mage guild, being a bit wary of people outside of it.
Roleplay Sample:
Peppernose found herself trying to listen to several conversations at once. There were the leaders above her, and then the dozens of cats before her, and more and more still pouring in. She heard a lot of names, and SkyClan was mentioned a few times, but it was too difficult for her to tune into any one thing from where she sat. The leaders didn't seem very interesting at the moment with their pleasantries, and hardly any medicine cats had sat down yet...
Well, what was the point of staying put when all the socializing was happening out of reach of this stupid rock? Peppernose decided that she wasn't going to waste this first gathering away just watching everyone else have fun. Medicine cat or no, she was a very energetic and sociable character, and she was itching to get in on the action.
With an impatient huff, Peppernose leapt down from the medicine cat rock and looked around for anything particularly fun. It wasn't long before something caught her interest- something else completely new to her, something she had never seen before.
Peppernose had, of course, heard of dogs before. What cat had never heard of dogs? But she had never seen a dog, so when one walked right into the gathering, her eyes grew wide with curiosity. What was that strange, floppy eared creature running over to one of the apprentices? Why was it lashing its tail like it was angry, but everything else about it said happy? Peppernose had to know more.
"Hey, you!" the tiny tuxedo meowed loudly, bouncing over to the canine and the ThunderClanners he was greeting. Without regard for poise or tact, Peppernose planted herself in the middle of the group, huge eyes locked on Rustedwaters. She spoke with genuine wonder and curiosity, "Are you part of a Clan? But you're not any kind of cat. What are you?"
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| Look What the Kitsune Dragged In |
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Posted by: Achera - 07-12-2017, 10:52 PM - Forum: Xira
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Thread Status ;; Closed
Players Involved ;; Karyso (Andromeda) & Lyanna (Achera)
Characters Involved ;; OPEN TO ALL
Setting ;; Seliel City
Time ;; 3 days behind (12th of Ganthor of the 50 days); Around dusk
Weather ;; Clear skies and warm with a gentle breeze
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| Lijuan |
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Posted by: KokoPuffs - 07-12-2017, 09:22 PM - Forum: Character Profiles
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Character's Name:
Lijuan
Nicknames:
Li
Age:
56
Gender:
Female
Species:
Kirin
Abilities:
Elemental Breath(frost): Lijuan is able to breath as very steady and consistence frost from her mouth, though she only uses in emergencies, is able to cause frost damage to her opponent. Using this drains quite a bit of energy from her, though the breath will not falter when used.
Close Combat: Though she may not look it, she is quite capable of fighting and defending herself. Lijuan is very strong and agile like many of her kind, able to use weapon in human form; but prefers to use her teeth and claws in Kirin form instead.
Personality:
+Loyal +Attentive +Adventurous +Self-reliant +Fearless
-Grumpy -Impatient -Blunt -Sarcasstic -Hot-Tempered
Li takes no time in telling someone what an idiot they are, even if it is of a disagreeing or she just finds them to be complete morons; her first impression on others is more than likely somewhat cold. She always seems to find herself rather grumpy with those she meets, though as she spends more time around them she becomes a very loyal friend; though that will certainly not stop her from pointing out if they are being dumb. Li's passion for adventure and exploration is what keeps her moving from place to place, no matter how dangerous traveling on foot may be. With a mind that's quick witted she finds no fear in traveling the hard way, as she is easily aware of dangers both through sound and smell.
History:
~COMING SOON TO A CINEMA NEAR YOU~
Roleplay Sample:
The rather strange cases of humans suddenly catching fire was certainly something that baffled humans all alike, but there were those that knew what was actually going on with such things. Rumors of demons and evil spirits though? That was the most absurd thing they had ever heard of, yet, somehow they felt themselves drawn towards the abandoned house. Perhaps it was laden with many sorts of dark magic that the mortal mind could not comprehend, or just dusty with age. Either way, a man stood outside the gates of the manner; eyes staring upon the unkempt yard and house itself. From the yard came a small, white cat; a dark red collar around it's thing neck. It came straight towards the man, as if it was his owner. "Anything of interest inside?" the man spoke with a soft and yet deep voice, eyes peering down upon the feline.
"I could not find a way to get in, the place it locked up rather tight even for one of my size," the cat seemed to speak back to him, thank goodness no one was around to hear such a thing. Someone would assume he was mad as if he was speaking to himself. The man looked down towards the cat for a moment, his eyes soon gazing back up towards the abandoned manner.
"Of course it would be, the officers must be doing their best to keep anyone out after it was abandoned," the man taped a cane on the ground as she spoke, "I suppose this only means I must go in myself. I've heard there were many things when the police had searched around that those like myself dabble in. It's almost too strange for a man that had died here. Will you be accompanying me?" He looked down towards the cat whom only gazed towards the manner on the other side of the gate.
"I shall follow you anywhere," the cat spoke once more just before slipping themselves through the gate; the man followed close behind. With a creek and a groan from the unkempt gate, he found his way towards the manner. Vines seemed to grow all over the place; creeping up walls and around windows and their sills. It was nothing like the manners that lay on either side or even across the way. A house lost to time and age, just as most things built by mortals were. Once the man reached the door, he placed his hand upon the knob only to give it a light twist and a push. Oddly enough it wasn't locked as he would assumed before; for the small cat though, it was more than impossible to simply open a door. Taking a deep breath he stepped inside, shoes making hard thuds across the wooden floor beneath his feet.
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| JULY MAJOR UPDATES! |
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Posted by: Achera - 07-12-2017, 06:11 PM - Forum: Updates and News
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<h3><div class="h3-underline">News and Updates</div></h3>
Hey guys it's only been a few weeks and it feels like months with all the changes we’ve made. We have several big changes including the addition of our timeline! Staff is slowly going through the guidebook to add in the pages that are missing. Please bear with us while we do this, but enjoy the new timeline <3
<h3><div class="h3-underline">New Species!</div></h3>
Please welcome the Kirin, Unicorn, Gnomes, Phoenixes and Kelahati! They have been added to the site, so go take a look!
Phoenixes are a special case where they must be purchased through the site’s shop in order to create. The price is 3,000 gold as they are considered rare.
<h3><div class="h3-underline">New Plot & Skin!</div></h3>
The <a href=”http://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=547”>Plot Event</a> has first started at the quiet shrine of the fire god, Jackroth. The humans awoke to find their patron’s shrine burned to the ground with the oracle, priests, and priestesses dead. This event has been spread across the world through word of mouth. No one seems to understand why or how this happened. How can a fire oracle die by fire? The rumors grow darker every day, and mixed feelings are shared by many.
We also added a new skin option for this plot <3 If you wish to go back to the Tharamos skin or try one of the other ones we have to offer, go to the bottom righthand corner of the index page to change it out. Enjoy!
<h3><div class="h3-underline">NEW STAFF</div></h3>
It is our honor to welcome Cassiopeia, Khamnin, and King Fury to the site as lore masters!  If you have questions about lore or general things about Antarsia, they can help! Remember, these guys are like mods so please treat them as such.
<h3><div class="h3-underline">Suggestions!</div></h3>
Staff has been working on trying to bring what members would like to see most to the site. If you have any suggestions for a new species, a new item, or any other type of suggestion, feel free to post in SUGGESTIONS or message a staff member!
<h3><div class="h3-underline">SITE TIME</div></h3>
SITE ROLEPLAY IS CURRENTLY SUMMER! The month is Ganthor and the day is the 15th of 50 days in the month.
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| Hello! |
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Posted by: ArsenicJohn - 07-12-2017, 01:46 PM - Forum: Introductions and Farewells
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Hello, everyone. My name is John. I found Antarsia through Khamnin, one of my friends from Star Army Role Play.
I haven't done fantasy RP in a long time so take it easy on me.  My favorite fantasy race has always been dwarves. Second would probably be Dark Elves, then dragons and angels. Wolves are also amazing.
Let's see, what else.. I live in North Carolina, so I'm in EST. I love Norse mythology, Greek/Roman mythology, really any kind of mythology but those are my favorite. I tend to like the death, war, and fertility deities.
My other interests are science fiction, space travel, video games, movies, and television shows. One of my goals for RP is improving my writing with the hope that I'll feel comfortable enough with the quality of my writing to actually try to write a book and publish it.
I'm a little shy and anxious about talking to new people. Uhh, that's all really. See you around the site!
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| Y'all |
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Posted by: Sparx - 07-11-2017, 11:46 PM - Forum: Introductions and Farewells
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Yo my name is Sparx I'm Cassiopeia's wife irl and a lawyer-in-training
I've been roleplaying since the dinosaurs but I was away from the forum scene for a couple years because nobody did forums anymore as far as I was aware??? But forums are my jam man
What isn't really my jam is fantasy- I know like -292 about fantasy and I'm really slow to pick up on it but I want to give it an honest to arceus try here for the sake of my wife and my underused ocs ya feel me
Uhh some facts about me
I'm 23 and in my final year of law school
I have a bachelors degree in psychology and criminology
I'm an intern at a child advocacy center and a freelance artist on the side
I'm more afraid of you than you are of me
Idk what else but anyway nice to meet y'all I've been hearing about some of y'all for like the last ten years
Pls be patient with me as I adjust and try to figure magic out lmao
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| .: Enter Phess :. |
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Posted by: Phess - 07-11-2017, 08:13 AM - Forum: Introductions and Farewells
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Hello all! The name is Phess and I'm 20 years old. I just recently joined this neat looking site because I just thought it would be the best way to get into rping. Took a break from RPing for a few months because of school and work but since everything is settling down, I can jump back into things! I mostly come from a background of RPing as canines (normal and fantasy) but I'm always looking to try something new when it comes to joining a site a little out of my comfort zone. I'm hoping to bring some friends along to try out this site and hopefully bring a little fun to the place
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| Bazyli |
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Posted by: Pikku - 07-11-2017, 12:25 AM - Forum: Character Profiles
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Human art is a placeholder until I can commission more art, But the Dragon is done by Cassiopia!
Character's Name: Bazyli
Nicknames: Zyli (Rarely,) Bazy (More likely)
Age: 694 Years old
Gender: Male
Species: Dragon (eastern)
Abilities:
- Fire breath -
As with most dragons, Bazyli can breath fire. He prefers to only do this in his Dragon form, but can do it even in his human disguise. His flames match the color of his hair, a fact he's rather proud of.
- Mage skills -
While his subset of Dragons are known for their Magic powers, He'd been training himself up in Fire and Air Magic. He sometimes mixes the two up to create unique flame pillars and such, or even to get a bit more flights peed in the air.
- Sweet Staff moves -
While in human form, Bazyli decided to train with the staff to practice combat-- if only for the reason of having something while not in his dragon form. And, as to most beings a humanoid form is more agreeable within city walls, he got pretty good with it.
- The good ol' tooth and claw -
Beyond that, Bazyli has his most basic of weapons-- tooth and claw, which he uses more in his regular dragon form. Naturally, they're quite intimidating.
As a Human, He has Vibrant orange hair that glitters like gemstones, Eyes which match the hair on top, and a grin which seems to have a tad too sharp of teeth. He wears a golden crown inlaid with gemstones the same color of his hair, which also appear along his chest underneath his clothing. He likes to wear flowing loose clothing-- tight clothing feels too restrictive to him. His favorite thing to appear in is some blue and white robes, the blue matching his scales in his dragon form, along with a lighter undershirt, black pants with dark blue markings near the cuff, and blue slippers. In addition, he always carries with him a blue metal staff, which he uses proudly as a walking stick in addition to combat uses. He stands about 6 feet tall in this form.
As a Dragon, he appears much more graceful. Long, slender, and with a mane of Vibrant orange, he is definitely a sight to behold. His ears are tipped with feathers, which are see through and feel a bit like un-wet water when touched. As a common thing while in flight, he uses wind magic to create “wings” which would feel like much of the same. He would stand about 7 feet tall if he was on all fours, but he is about 40 feet from head to tail.
If there were ever a word to describe Bazyli, it would be flirtatious. He finds beauty in all forms, including his own. He otherwise is pretty laid back, and definitely loves to roam. He drifts “Wherever the wind blows him.” He loves to eat his food cooked, if for nothing else than to show off his fire magic abilities. However, his far past he is very guarded about it, only giving a half-answer along the lines of “I've just been around” or “Just some traveler,” or some other equally vague answer.
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| When Fire Burns |
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Posted by: Andromeda - 07-10-2017, 11:11 PM - Forum: Sleibte
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<b>Thread Status:</b>CLOSED
<b>Players involved:</b> NONE
<b>Characters involved:</b> NONE
<b>Setting:</b> Shrine of Jackroth
<b>Time:</b> Night time just before the shrine goes to lay down for the night. The month is Ganthor and the day is 15th day of the 50 days.
<b>Weather:</b> Clear
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The night had been so clear. The crescent moon smiled down on the world as it waned. It was silent that night; the sounds of the shrine, nonexistent. The night bell for sleep unrang. No wind, no animals, no sound of life… The only sound that could be heard was a faint drip...drop…
DRIP.
The sound only seemed to get louder deeper inside the shrine. It echoed off the very walls of the offering room, the fire within was dead. The only trace that there had even been a fire that night were the small wisps of smoke curling up from the dying embers. As they died out, so too did the sound of the world, leaving nought but an eerie silence. The normally pristine, pearly floor darkened as every source of light in the room snuffed out, one by one, as a dark liquid seeped across the floor in uneven movements. Slowly it flowed around the base of the pillar that once held the bowl of fire. Just before the liquid could completely encase the base, the fire erupted back to life, casting away the darkness of the room with its blazing light. The shadows fled from the fire, leaping back and taking shelter below a construct that stood in the middle of the room where the gods’ statue had been.
The base was no longer recognizable as a priest lay there, his face pressed on ground in a pool of his own blood. His internal organs lay strewn around him, like a macabre decoration. He held his heart in cold outstretched hands, as if in offering. The body of the statue was gone, instead replaced by the bodies of the other priests and priestesses. They were there on their knees, reaching up, eyes missing, mouths agape, remnants of blood streaming down their bodies. Almost as if they were looking for something, but unable to see it, their faces twisted in pain and fear. Their fingers brushed the skin of a body standing in the center of the mass of people. His body quivered as his lips strained to form a prayer, but nothing happened. His dull eyes drained of life and glazed over as his last breath left him. His arms remained outstretched, held there by magic, his back cut open, skin flayed and pulled back to resemble wings. The bleeding slowed by the same magic that kept him clinging to the only shred of life within him. A constellation of Jackroth could be seen on the left skin-wing; on what had once been the left side of his back. The oracle gave one last shudder as the next and final drop of blood fell. As it struck the base, a spark ignited and flickered to life. The flames leaped up in great strides as it lapped hungrily at the figures. The bodies turned black and crumbled apart as the fire climbed up and up, destroying the image. The fire took on a life of its own, taking on a phoenix-like shape as it consumed the statue. As it ate away at the oracle’s body the skin-wings of the oracle became its wings as the fire consumed them, and with its form now complete the flames burst free to raze the entire shrine to the ground, leaving nothing but ashes in its wake.
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