Ravenloft (Gothic RP Semi-lit)[Open & Accepting!]

[zippyzoo77]

After about ten minutes of walking the group of travelers had reached the place where Atlantis had pinpointed the sound. It was off the path a ways, and she turned to look at the others, making sure that they were right behind her. She drew her own dark red cloak over her head, then headed into the woods off of the path.

As Danya followed Atlintis into the woods she drew an arrow and notched it on her bow, holding it at ready since the woods could be a dangerous place. She was still glad she had come though, they could all hear the music now. It was a beautiful sound, one that seemingly drew you in, not letting you out of it's grasp for anything.

The kender slipped through the woods with his usual lack of grace in the forests. He may be able to make his way through a crowd of people with not a single one of them noticing him, but he was terrible at traveling through the thick undergrowth that seemed to fill all the forests around here. When the bushes were taller than you were, noiseless traveling became nearly impossible.

"Could you possibly be any quieter?" Cameron whispered loudly at Kaezen, he could never understand the kender's troubles with quiet in the woods. He was tall and traveled without making a sound, so he never knew a thing about how the height of a person could effect the way they had to travel through the bushes.

"I'm trying." Whispered Kaezen. He was not used to traveling like this, and as he was looking back at Cameron when he said this, he didn't notice that Atlantis and Danya had stopped at the edge of clearing next to the river. He bumped right into Danya, not having noticed that and he watched as Danya tumbled forward. She tucked into a ball as she fell, rolling safely and ending up right back on her feet.

"What was that for!?" She shouted at the kender, not caring about trying to hear the music anymore. It was coming from the dancing girl in front of them. Atlantis was watching the girl carefully from the bushes, but Danya had no intention of watching the dancing. She was more grumpy about being run into by Kaezen than she was interested in the dancing.

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Tarin raised his head with a look of slight surprise as the sound of singing reached his ears. He looked around quickly before standing up and saying softly "Sara do you hear that?" No noise emanated from Sara so he looked up to see her still sound asleep. Sighing the dwarf took his sword and bumped it sharply against Sara's shin. After a few seconds delay Sara opened her eyes and said groggily "what?" Tarin sheathed his sword and looked off into the trees as a way of response. Sitting up head cocked slightly to one side Sara listened intently. After a few seconds she said "it's a ways from here but it sounds like it could be a gypsy, they are usually the ones that would be found sing and such." looking over at Tarin for a few seconds she said "should we?" as a way of answering the dwarf start off and Sara soon jogged up next to him.

[Yuki.]

Grace and Kanen walked through the forest. Grace was very light on her feet, and left no trace. However, Kanen left footsteps in the soil from where he walked. "Kanen, i sense others" Grace said as she gave a confused look at Kanen. "We should see whats going on" Kanen replied roughly, he gave a reassuring look at Grace and walked in front of her. Grace smiled, but then softly said "Kanen, it could be a trap.." Kanen gave a growl and said "I said were going!" He was drawn in by the sound, and you could tell it in his eyes. Grace winced as her brothers emotions overthrew him. She stopped walking and looked down at the ground. Kanen soon saw the disturbance he had made on her, and calmed down. "Sorry" He said quietly, but walked faster. Grace looked up at him, and ran to catch up.
As the singing sounded as if it were only behind a few trees, Grace pulled her black cloak over her head, tucking the hair that managed to fall on her shoulders. Kanen drew his sword saying "Sister... how many souls lie ahead of us?" Grace closed her eyes and concentrated. "There is... a voice. Its deep and manly. He is the only one speaking ahead of us." Grace tensed "But there are more souls... all around. They are all moving toward the voice... there are a lot." Grace opened her eyes slowly opened, then darted toward Kanen. Kanen cussed under his breath, then looked ahead of them. "I say we move in slowly, see what is happening. If we have to, we can slip away and run for it." Kanen announced, then looked at grace for approval. Grace sighed, and stared at the ground between them. "Itll be ok" Kanen smiled to reassure her look. "Well, ok" Grace said, smiling back. They walked closer, until they could see to figures. Quickly, they ran behind a tree for aid. In front of them lay a woman, wwho flew in the air with wings stretched out wide. On the ground lay a man, who seem curious of the woman. "that woman... she looks like a Dragonkin; you can tell from her claws." Kanen glared at grace, also adding "They arent very friendly"

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

((Sorry I haven't posted today has been a very hectic and stressful day. I'll try and post tomorrow... I'm really sorry I haven't been keeping up.))

[Azure23]

Cerezia Carstein||Dragonkin||Rouge Assassin||Female||

The dragon kin smiled slightly, her teeth gleaming in the faint moonlight, much like her blades. "Really now?" Her voice was smooth but held a hint of danger. "Sorry, but you are sadly mistaken about this Dragonkin." She said gesturing to herself. "I have no desire to attack, maim, or kill anyone....atleast right now." Her crimson eyes gleamed. Suddenly, she launched herself from the tree and landed nimbly in front of the human. Her wings fluttered slowly behind her, and she resembled something of a perched butterfly. Her dark eyes looked the boy up and down and showed no hint of fear of his blade. "Maybe they only killed the ignorant humans, and you, sir, seem sensible. Therefore, I will not kill you." She said, her silky voice holding laughter as if she found something amusing.

Her eyes suddenly grew dark and dangerous and moved towards the trees. Someone was there and spying on them and she did not enjoy it. She trailed her hand to her daggers and her wings curled close to her back as she prepared for combat. Whoever was there would learn the hard way not to mess with her. She glanced at Alhar, and pretended not to show she noticed the onlookers. Her body was tense and ready, however. "Care to make your decision? Standing in one place makes me..uneasy. Who knows what inhabits these woods." She said softly, trying to imply they should get moving.

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

Elenwen took a moment to realize she had on lookers, even when she did she kept singing, her voice keeping its eerie tone as it drifted through the dead, misty forest. She gave her tambourine a final rattle and ended her dance, looking over her sudden audience with confusion. These people weren't supposed to be here, they weren't supposed to have heard her, no one was. She cocked her head slightly to one side, keeping the confusion hidden within her and letting a gentle yet mysterious smile come over her delicate features. Hello... Is there anything I can help you with? she asked innocently, her hair and sashes still flying around her in some non-existent breeze. She could sense something important, something special about these people but she couldn't quiet master what it was.

Alhar couldn't help but take a step back when the Dragonkin dropped from the tree. These were creatures of nightmare, killing men that crossed their path, cannibalistic and more like animals than humans. He didn't like the idea but he didn't get much chose, he didn't know where, what this place was like, or how he had gotten here. He needed someone who knew the place to guide him around for now, once he knew what he was doing they could part ways. He wasn't to interested in travelling with a killer. We can travel together but be warned: one attempt at attacking me and I'll kill you where you stand. His voice was low and commanding, he doubted he would ever carry out the threat. He wouldn't kill a woman no matter her race or motives, it wasn't a noble thing to do. He stood quietly for a moment before sheathing his sword and turning to walk towards the sound of music I still don't know your name... He added, pausing and turning back to the Dragonkin, he couldn't just call her Dragonkin or Assassin for the next who-knew-how-long.

[Taim]

((Are you still accepting?))

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

((Yep. The RP has just started.))

[Taim]

((thank you! it wouldn't post the boy's pic so i just put the link. is this okay?))

.:Elf:.
Name:
Aris Midnight Rosemary

Sub Race:
Wood elf
Gender:
Female
Age:
Close to 15, but small for her age
Love Interest:
None, and not seeking, but love is a small hidden desire
Class:
Alchemist
Weapons:
Thin, flexible bow with a single small ruby set on both ends of it. She fletches her arrows with red feathers from hawks or cardnials.
Personality:
She likes to keep to herself, but enjoys the company of others. Despite being secretive and almost comes off as mute, she will start small conversations when alone with someone. Among a large number of people, she dislikes turning attention to herself but won't let something wrong be done and not speak out. She has strong beliefs and will stand up for them, but in most cases she quails in the face of immediate, physical threat.
History:
Aris spoke more in Mystic, sometimes getting in trouble for talking too much (even though she is soft spoken and a natural whisperer). She was well treated in a middle-class family, although semi-bullied by the boys of her village for her friendship with a black cat. Being transferred here without the feline, whom she nicknamed Ink, made her feel more alone than ever and she had drawn into herself. Only recently has she come out of her shell and began speaking again.
Strenghts:
An acute sense of empathy and reading of emotions.
A deep loyalty to any she befriends.
Almost naive trust of almost any she meets under good occassions.
Weaknesses:
Naive about peoples' true nature and unable to see past most lies.
Under pressure, she folds and gives in to most any demands.
She fears her control over fire. Being a wood elf, it is as if she is going against her own soul.
Fears:
Losing control of her power, small as it may be.
The unknown and unpredictable.
Being helpless when protecting her friends (though they may be abusing her trust.).
Other:
Usually has brightly colored feathers in her hair, mostly blue ones.
RPing Example:
Aris opened her forest green eyes, sighing as she remembered where she was. She slipped out from the rough blanket covering her and stood. After stretching and checking that none of her belongings were gone, she dressed and exited her room, small bundle of possessions in hand. The inn keeper gave her a questioning glance, again giving her a suggestive smile. The elven girl looked away with a shudder, heading for the door. She felt his eyes on her right up until the door shut heavily behind her. With another deep sigh, this time of relief, she set out into the city to try and find work.

.:Human:.
Name:
Abel Maroon Gabel
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Gender:
Male
Age:
17
Love Interest:
None. Not caring for one.
Class:
Gypsy
Weapon:
Prefers using illusions to frighten or distract any foes, but has a single, plain dagger he uses in times of need.
Personality:
Can be hotheaded and stubborn at times, but ususally holds his tongue. He has a natural gift of drawing people, but has a hard time trusting and being trusted. His manner and way of speaking belay a deep mysteriousness and secretive nature, making him all the more intriuging. He seems to radiate a feeling of 'Save you one moment, kill you the next' but always has a smile, even when pained or sorrowful.
History:
He was a strange boy in mystic, daredevilish and attention craving at all times. He played pranks and got everyone angry with him at one point or another, but his irrepressible nature makes it hard to stay mad. When arriving here, it was like a dream come true. He enjoys travelling and putting on shows, but tends to make enemies with the rich. Because he has known poverty far too well, he is kind to the unwealthy and generous to the needy.
Strenghts:
An easy nature and quick smile.
Quick but sticky fingers.
His natural people drawing skills.
Tight lipped about his own secrets and those of his closest -but few- friends.
Weaknesses:
A loose tongue with other's private information.
Suspicious, even when innocent of all wrongdoing.
An inexcusable habit to use magic at the worst times.
Fears:
Bright light.
Being alone or ignored.
Blindness. Not normal darkness, because he can always produce light, but the magical or true blindness of solid blackness.
Special Ability:
Can create illusions on shadows or mists, and can shape both into small semi-real forms.
Other:
Has an X tattooed on the inside of each hand, on the webbing between index finger and thumb. The marks of a thief.
RPing Example:
Abel smiled haughtingly as he danced around the fire, the thin string of mist following him. It wound around him like a serpent made of glittering diamonds. The night pressed closer, the wind blowing hard until the fire was reduced to miniscule fingers of sparks. His voice carried on the air, rising and echoing, a terrifying but wonderful sound. The mist pressed closer, coming together as he slipped away from it. The silvery cloud formed a shape over the fire, water vapor dying to give rise to the shadows he had called up to take its place. As the gypsy sang his maniacle song, the dark mirage came together as a variety of gruesome images; a snake fighting a crow, then a creature like something out of a nightmare writhing in its death throws, into the picture of a mouse being hunted by a beast that resembled a fox but had shimmering, hard plates growing from its back. With a squeal of pain from the mouse as it was killed in agonizing slowness, the shadows dispersed into nothingness, Abel springing back into the center of attention. The flames rose behind him, fed by a powder he had thrown in while attention was diverted. He bowed while blue flames climbed into the sky behind him...

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

((Accepted. I'll add you to the front page soon... I'll try to do it this weekend but work and school have been keeping me rather busy lately...))