~|The Darkness Rises|~ (Rise of the Guardians RP)

[SmaugTheGolden]

In the darkness of night, Nera rode Shadow, he didn't hake a sound as he flapped his huge wings, the moon was the only light in the sky.

Bianco stayed inside his house, he hated the night, it was when his sister was strongest, she rides on the dark like he rides on the light.

[~NeonTanzy~]

((Halo Nova, Jinx is gladly accepted!!))

[baron zemo.]

Nelia Annual(Guardian of New Years and Music)

Username:
Avatar Kyoshi
Name of Character:
Nelia Annual
Age:
Looks 16
Gender:
Female

Human or Immortal?:
Immortal
Light or Dark?:
Light
Powers: (e.g. Dream Sand)
Making fireworks and new years related things, and making musical magic, like to lighten moods and create instruments. She is also good at the nunchucks.
Centre: (e.g. Fun)
Celebration

Personality:
She is fun-loving and mischievous, she enjoys creating things and loves to party. She has a tendency to speak her mind and loves to socialise. She hates it when people ignore her and will become really sad. She has lots of ideas and loves to share them. She can be really hyper and needs to be controlled sometimes. The reason she is so bubbly is because she is afraid the if she is not how she is people won't like her...
History:
She does not talk about...it brings back a pretty harsh memory which she keeps bottled up...she hates talking about it

[~NeonTanzy~]

((Accepted! Welcome! I'm gonna start off a little slowly with exams and stuff peeps! Sorry!))

Red lazily leaned back in her chair, taking a small bite of a blueberry muffin. She loved cafés, especially since she didn’t have to pay for the food. “Oh the joys of being a Guardian,” she muttered bitterly to herself, admiring the Burgess scenery. A mother and two kids walked in, blocking her view. “Now, James,” she asked the boy. “What would you like to eat?”

“Chocolate and soda.”

That was obviously the wrong decision.

“James, I don’t want you eating that rubbish. No, you should have an apple and orange juice. Your football match is on Sunday; you need healthy food to build your strength.”

“But, muuuuuuum,” the boy moaned, exasperated.

“Wow,” Red said. “Mothers are so worried about health and all that shizzle, nowadays. I feel for the kids.” The child sat on a chair near a table opposite her, moodily swinging his legs. “Hey, kiddo,” she called. “Wanna have a bite out of my muffin?” She didn’t expect a response, and, funnily enough, she didn’t get one. His mum was trying to control his little blonde sister who was running around, wearing pink fairy wings. She bought the boy an apple and sat down, the little girl balanced on her lap. Red observed the apple and then waltzed over to them. “Hey, kiddo,” she said, her slender fingers gently touching the skin of the fruit. “This’ll teach you for ignoring me.”

“Come on, James, eat the apple,” his mother prodded impatiently. “Remember the football match is on Sunday and I- you want to do well. You want to be fit and strong, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” grumbled the boy, biting deep into the apple to please her.

“Ooh, you’ll regret that,” chuckled Red, sitting on the edge of the table eagerly. Right on cue, James’ expression was filled with repulsion, his cheeks bulged and he then spat out the mashed bits of rotten apple, much to his mother’s irritation and Red’s delight. “Aw, yeah! Attaboy, James!” she yelled, jumping off the table to watch the scene from a distance. The mother looked like a bomb about to explode. “Ooh, this is gonna be good,” Red cackled, smirking at the woman’s stunned and disturbed expression. “James Rufus Fernando!” she shrieked, gaining some disapproving glances from the other people sitting quietly in the café. “What the-”

“It’s rotten mum, look!” the boy exclaimed, showing her the apple. His mother dumped the little girl on the boy’s lap and stormed to the counter. “See if they’ll give you compensation, buddy,” Red said. The mother came back, obviously in a state and yanked the little girl upwards to her hip. “We’ve got to go, honey,” she said to James.

“But, mum, I’m still hungry!”

“Well, your sister has ballet now, so you’ll have to do without.” She walked out of the shop briskly, followed by a moody James. Red walked outside beside him. “Hey, kiddo, I was just trying to have a little fun. No hard feelings, eh? James?” Laughing bitterly, she waltzed away from them.

***

Paddy sipped his tea quaintly. “So, I take it that the other Guardians are well?” he asked Sandy. The small man nodded and then shook his head when Paddy offered him his flask. “Y’know, I was shocked when I heard that Pitch had slain ya, but it looks like you got your revenge, anyways.” He rested the container on a side table and pulled a chair from the dining room to where Sandy was. The silent Guardian smiled warmly in appreciation and sat down. “It’s not exactly as big as your island, Sandy,” Paddy commented on the house. “But Manny - as ye old friend North calls him - Manny chose this for me. But, ho be honest, it looks more like a home for a Hobbit for than a house.” The pair chuckled and then discussed “The Lord of the Rings” trilogy for a while.

Suddenly, Paddy snapped his fingers. “I have an idea, Sandy! Wait here a second.” The Guardian shrugged, a golden question mark made from his dream sand forming above his head. Paddy ran out of the room, soon returning with a bottle of whisky. The Sandman glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. “C’mon, Sandy. Haven’t you tried some before?” When Sandy gave him a sheepish grin, Paddy gasped in horror. “Oh, Sandman; this is an outrage! Well, have no fear, now’s your chance to drink heartily.” He poured a small amount into a glass and thrust it at him. Hesitantly, Sandy took the drink and quickly drank it. “Wait, not all at once!” Paddy belatedly warned, smacking his forehead. Sandy grimaced and then gave a small hiccup. Paddy spluttered and then whooped with laughter. “Oh, Lordie!” he cried when the Sandman hiccupped again after attempting to huff in irritation. “I just got the first chosen Guardian all tipsy! Oh, the others will love this!” The Sandman got up, ready to hit the laughing Leprechaun over the head with his bottle, but then staggered dazedly to the left, bumping into a bookshelf, a paperback falling onto his head. Paddy had serious trouble breathing.

[baron zemo.]

((Thanks!))

[~NeonTanzy~]

((S'okay!! Anyone wanna RP with any of meh charries; I don't mind which one! I'll try and update asap, but I may be slowish and not post for all on some days!! Thanks for everyone's patience!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ))

[baron zemo.]

Nelia looked around the cafe, bored out of her mind. She wanted something to do, but she was not in the, as she called it, Inspiration MOOD. She sighed greatly, sipping her rainbow milkshake, she hated the usual tea or coffee type.

Amused she looked around at the others in the room, looking for who to potentially annoy...'Not annoy, just over chat to them' she corrected in her head.

[Skycode]

{You're welcome :3 and I have Harmony open, and at some point can Harmony meet up with Pitch? In other words, if anyone wants to rp with Harmony or Kuno, they're open ^-^}

Small ice patterns formed around a young teen's finger as she swirled it around in a pool of water. Harmony glanced around the large deciduous forest that she had stopped in.

A large black dragon paced around a hollow hole inside of a hill, or cave. The dragon shot a large piece of dark-magic at the wall of the cave in bordom, and watched it turn the spot in which it hit into black.

[ViceVersa]

Username:
DressageRider
Name of Character:
Secret Time (Time for short)
Age:
looks 16 but in actuality is 88 years old
Gender:
female
Human or Immortal?:
Immortal
Light or Dark?:
light
Powers:
Invisibility and time travel. (Is it ok to add Speech through thought?)
Centre:
Hope
Personality:
Quiet and reserved. Time doesn't talk much. People can assume she is shy, but she just really finds things not worth saying. She will talk to people though, she is not afraid to. She just doesn't talk a lot.
History:
Time came from the past, during the time of the Holocaust. She was twelve when sentenced to a prison camp for being a Jew. There she stayed for two years. Her life was miserable. Whippings were often, food was scarce, and shelter from the cold was rare. She watched her mother die of weakness. Her sister died by a soldier. She did not know what happened to her father, for they were not in the same group as the men. All she knew was that he did not make it. Two days before her death she managed to escape the camp. She was tired and weary from running from the dogs, but she had to find out about her papa. Upon reaching the mens' prison camp, she spotted a boy slightly older than her. She asked the men what happened to her father, but none would tell her. They all turned their heads away in sadness and pity. She screamed at them, but still they would not tell her. Her heart broke, for she was the only one left. Not even her uncle had survived. The men sheltered and hide her when the soldiers came. Time grew weak and sick with sorrow. The boy, Daniel, watched over her. One day he plotted an escape. Time knew it was a bad idea and did not want to go through with it, but he insisted and convinced her. The men helped them escape the next day. They made it as far as the woods, when they were caught. The soldiers were not planning to take prisoners. Time stood, mortified, as one pointed his gun at Daniel. As the gun cracked, she jumped in front of him, taking the bullet. Death was slow enough for her to mutter, "I forgive you," to the soldiers. This broke the soldier's heart along with the cries of Daniel. The Guardians decided that since she laid her life down for him, they would make her immortal. Later Time realized that the soldiers had let Daniel go. She followed him and watched him to the end of his life, which tore her apart that she was immortal and he was not. He had never married. Time has spent her time wandering afterward. She never revisited her past.

[~NeonTanzy~]

((Yup Harmony and Pitch suuuure can!! Accepted Time! You can put speech/thoughts in if you want to and centres are kinda like particular traits that help enhance one's (((I can't stop giggling at that... Who says "one"? Sorry, I'm Little Miss Random...))) ability. E.g. Hope, Fun, Dreams, Memories, Wonder, Wisdom, Jealousy, Manipulation, Love, Fear, Shadows etc. These have already been used ^^))

Those eyes. Queenie couldn't stop staring into them. They were eclipses, his prominent black pupils covering his golden irises. She was sure that if if this was his life was in a book, that would be foreshadowing for sure. His voice was like silk; she could've listened to it for hours. Pitch Black. Her leader. He was without a doubt the perfect leader. Although, of course, she never said that; she didn't see why she had to. To be honest, she was seriously impressed that he took on the Guardians, especially when he had an extra Guardian sprung on him: Jack Frost. It was a wonder that he almost managed to beat them. Queenie was positive that with her and others aiding him this time, the odds seemed to be in their favour. "Queenie, are you listening?" that gorgeous tone uttered.

"Yeah, I go after the Jinx girl and the dragon, Kuno. Big Bad goes sfter the shapeshifter and Nera Core person. Do we really need for people, Pitch? We could take them on; you, Big Bad and I."

"You forget that the Guardians have already started recruiting, Queenie. Jinx could easily defeat Paddy, we'd have a dragon... everything will fall into place."

"And, what if they refuse?"

"If they do, we'll send Spike in. That little demon will think it's just a game, so Big Bad won't have much trouble persuading her." He then glanced at Queenie's disbeliefing expression. "Might I say, you look lovely today, Queen Beatrice of Evil."

Queenie laughed. "I look good every day," she said, almost flirtily. "But, yes, I'll start my search now. I think I'll see Kuno first."

"Bring them here, though."

"I know, I will." Queenie took a sip of her flying potion and soared out of the lair, flying to her first destination.

***

Red swung upside down by her legs on a tree. She still hadn't moved from the cafe. It was called the "Cloud Cafe". Red brought out an Apple Bomb from her basket and hurled it a few metres behind a kid's back. It beeped and then exploded, a rotten aroma filling the air and a green gas swamping the street. Red grinned cruelly when the kid groaned from the smell. Still, no one looked at her. She let go of the tree and paced a little. "I could do with some ATTENTION for once!" she yelled heatedly.