the world keeps burning {fantasy rp; open, accepting}

[MetaknightFan1]

~Whisper~

"Eek!" She shrieked, jerking her hand back. Her wings fluttered back a little, causing more twigs to break. "What the hey?" She asked, calming herself down. "I've never seen a talking bird! Are you like, one of those gods in the myths that turn into animals and spy on humans?" She asked. Whisper had no idea what a shape-shifter was.

[Impish Twink]

"No," Crinosco answered, "I'm a shifter." As he says this he shifts to his human looking form. He stared down at her. "By the way, my name is Ringo. Do you happen to be a vampire by any chance?"

[MetaknightFan1]

~Whisper~

She looked at his clothes, ignoring the question. She was looking for pockets if any kind. Finally, she looked at his face, tilting her head. "What was the question?" She asked, fiddling with her dress.

[Revelry]

(Hello! Just want to make sure it's all right that I make a human, dragon, and an elf to join with? I will probably make the forms tomorrow after school! Thanks <3)

[Impish Twink]

"Are you a vampire?" he asked again, motioning toward her wings.

[MetaknightFan1]

~Whisper~

"V-vampire? Nooo..." She said quietly, folding her wings so they couldn't be seen. She started fiddling with her dress nervously, unsure of what to do. She didn't want to be caught, especially as a thief. "Well, I really must be leaving..." She tried to think of a good excuse. "Mother said I mustn't talk to strangers. Bye!" She said, jumping out of the tree.

[BT!]

((Of course it is. You can make anything you want, any time you want. ^^ Oh, and, to the ones already RPing, sorry for not being on sooner. >_>'))



Radras happened to be sleeping at the time being, tucked away in her secluded little shack, lost among the undergrowth and trees. It was now high noon, and the vampiric elf did not exactly enjoy the sun. Nighttime was when she did her business.

And a business it was! With this war going on, it was becoming hard to handle all the contracts that she had been given. Rebels asking for the deaths of Highborn, citizens asking for the death of someone who was suspected of killing a loved one on the battlefield...there were even some Highborn, not too big-headed to "stoop as low" as to talk to an elf, who asked for someone, usually a Rebel, to be murdered.






Now what kind of calculations are these? Claventus spat in his mind, brow furrowed in concentration. He was looking through a spellbook that Nevith had brought back from one of his little escapades away from the tower, trying to locate something that could explain to him the process needed for an invisibility spell. However, obviously the idiot who composed the dusty old thing had no clue what he was speaking of.

"This is no good," the somewhat-hotheaded mage muttered. "Nevith, my dear companion?" he called. As he did, the massive white dragon stuck his head in through the large frameless window.

"You have called," spoke the beast.

"Indeed," replied his master, looking to him. "You see, my friend, this book is of no use. Might you burn it, or drop it somewhere? You know how I do so hate clutter."

"Of course." Nevith snorted, indicating that Claventus needed to come forward. The mage did so, and the dragon took the book in the beak-like part of his mouth, withdrew his head from the window, and, in one strong flap, took to the sky.

[Killua Godspeed <3]

Eiko strolled along the small path in the woods. He appeared to be entirely immersed in the scenery as he began to whistle. Even though he was an assassin, he knew when it was to be one and when it was to act his age. As he strolled down the pat, he made sure not to step on anything or upset the natural balance of things.

[Impish Twink]

"Ok, then." Crinosco watched her go. He shrugged and jumped from the tree shifting into a wolf. He howled loud enough the girl could hear. He raced off toward his home as the last light of the sun dipped below the horizon.

[Revelry]

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Rita, where have you gone
I've been missing you for far too long
I feel so blue, haven't you heard
I am the lonesome rider, hear the lonesome rider's call home

”My Name Is...
...Cassius Derwinter. Pleased to meet you. I go by no official nicknames, simply call me by what title was bestowed upon me at birth.”

”I Am A...
...Male. It would be a lie, however, to claim that I have never done my fair share of dressing like a woman for one reason or another. Don’t question it.”

”I Am...
...Twenty-four years of age. A prime age, you ask me. Mature yet immature all in the same instant.”

”I Am A...
...Human. Pure and simple. There is hardly anything exceptional about myself.”

”My Occupation Is...
...A warrior. Proud and strong, I fight for those who require aid. A bit of coin never hurts though.”

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Reaper, where have you gone
See the lonesome rider carry on
His pain's so blue, haven't you heard
He is the lonesome rider, it's the lonesome rider's call home

”Others Describe Me As...
...Many things. Some of these words are best left to the imagination. But, there are some that can be spoken. I am often regarded as stubborn, protective, secretive, chivalrous, and, I must admit, a bit of a flirt. I would have to agree with all of such terms associated with myself. I like things to be my way. If I know I am right and believe there is no helping it, I will argue my cause. Along with this, I can sometimes be a bit hot headed, truth be told. There are many things that will set me off and, well, a temper is a temper. This definitely comes out if a loved one comes into harms way. The smallest of threat to the ones I care about will earn you a swift end.
Now, I like to keep my secrets. I do not fancy having my whole list of weaknesses, fears, and regrets out there. Therefore, I am regarded as secretive. That is the extent of it. Not many know of what I left behind.
On the other side of things, many view me as chivalrous. How can I argue? I do try my very best to behave under good manners and treat the ladies to a friendly demeanor. Many accuse me of being too flirtatious. My response to that is none other than pointing out that is a compliment so bad?"

”I Look Like...
...as I am displayed above. I have a muscular build and stand a good 6'2" tall. A proper build for a warrior, yes? My eyes are of a chocolate brown color."

”My Past Is...
...A darkness that I would like to leave there. However, to have it on record, I will put it down so long as this does not get spread around.
I grew up an orphan. My parents had been killed in war-- my father a great warrior, my mother a healer. I can not say that I was especially devastated by this loss. They were always gone. I hardly knew them. Instead of the normal life, I lived under the guidance of a family friend. He was an orc whom lived in the forest with his spouse and two children. There was no warm relations between us. The work was brutal-- I had to earn my stay after all--, training was harsh. The great orc was a grand fighter. He is who I gain my skills from. There was a shrouded time in which I matured, honed my skills, and carried out tasks for the family. It had come to the point where I was a slave, payed in knowledge and a roof.
I feel it is necessary to, at this point, make it clear that this family of orcs was far from savage. Unlike popular stereotypes, they were quite refined. Their knowledge of human traditions was abundant. I was raised under the morals of a royal. Protect others, always remain proper, don't think of yourself only.
One particular day came along where I was out deeper in the forest, chopping firewood. A faint sound drew my attention. It was a deep, raspy breathing. Something much larger than I knew. Curiosity could have easily killed the cat. I looked into this unknown sound closer. T'was then that I stumbled upon a dragon. A grand beast, unlike anything the legends could do honor to. It was hurt. Badly. Even in it's near death state, it looked at me as though it was going to murder me. He still looks at me this way, come to think of it. Long story short, in the process of helping to nurse it back to help, I nearly lost a few limbs, let alone my life, but we ended up becoming life long friends.
Some more years passed and it was a time that is painful to recall even now. I'd... rather not touch on that matter...

Rita..."

”My Talent Is...
...A rather embarrassing thing that should best not be spread through the lands. Among being able to balance a sword on its tip in my palm, I am a great cook. A warrior with his heart in the kitchen is hardly something to be fond of. Keep it quiet, would you?”

”I Live...
...Near to a lake among the forest. It is a small log cabin with only a single room. Zyados is rarely far from there as well."

”If I am Fighting in the War, My Rank Is...
...I am fighting. Without any relent. I am classified as a rebel. My rank is of Rebel Captain."
(If this isn't okay, please just let me know -^.^- Just thought I'd give him a bit of a higher rank.)

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Just feel all the love I'm giving you
I'm back from the war, I've been missing you
Where have you gone my baby blue
I'm here all alone, I've been bleeding too

”I am in Love With...
...No one currently. Love is a rather strong word, afterall. I have had my fancies, but to say I have loved is to say a horse does not have a free spirit.”

”I am Married To...
...A marriage without love would be a tragic one, yes? I am not bound to anyone.”

”My Child(ren) Is/Are...
...I am not the fool to dabble in areas best left unmentioned for sport. I have no children.”

”My Past Loves Are...
...Too far away in the cold twists of time.”

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Reaper please take him home
He's been wandering for far too long
He feels so blue, haven't you heard
He is the lonesome rider it's the lonesome rider's call home

”My Most Commonly Used Weapon/Spell Is...
...Either a broadsword or a short sword and a shield. Given my mood on the given day and the situation, I choose my weapons. Typically, though, I go for the practical sword and shield.”

”My Main Attire Is...
... whatever practical. In battle, I sport a set of plate armor. It is typical armor which I will touch on later. During day to day activities, I wear a simple leather tunic and trousers. I also tend to display a pair of worn gloves."

”My Hobby Is...
...

”One Can Find Me...
... traveling among small villages and many of the taverns. If not there, I am likely off in the forests or mountains."

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The dark reaper led the cowboy ahead into his final sunset
The dawn soon to come a cold wind will blow
He's on his way home
My love never will we be apart
And we'll feel the sadness peeling from our fate
The day has now come where we belong together again
Farewell, so long

”I Might Need to Mention Something Else...
...I, being the devilish, wild spirit that I am, hail ownership of a mighty dragon by the name of Zyados. That said, I find it demeaning to regard him as a pet. He is a friend, a whole being of his own. If anything, he is a younger brother that is actually hundreds of years older than I.”

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Rita I'm not alone
I can see you waiting in the doorway of our little cabin home
I feel so new, haven't you heard
I was the lonesome rider, and the lonesome rider is home

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Song Lyrics: Lonesome Rider by Volbeat

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We live in a cold dark world with venom in it's fangs.
You can spit it in my face but I know I'll be ok
It's on the attack. It's a war, It's a game.
A ball and chain chew my arm off to get away

”My Name Is...
...Zyados. Zyados the Smoldering if we are being formal. But, if we’re being honest, I don’t much care for the title bestowed upon me. The fact of my flames doesn’t have to be announced anytime someone regards me.”

”I Am A...
...Male. Plain and simple.”

”I Am...
...Much too old to recall. Though, let it be known now that, I am young in terms of my species. I have often heard the elders murmuring about my ‘foolishness and recklessness’. I think they’re just jealous.”

”I Am A...
...Dragon. Fire breathing, scaled, ‘monster’ that likes to ransack towns. That’s me.”

”My Occupation Is...
...Nothing more than to be of a help to Cassius. Of course, not without stating my mind along the way.”

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Don't fight, or it deny it, invite it cause when it ..
Feels like a kick in the teeth, I can take it.
Throw your stones and you won't see me break it.
Say what you want, take your shots.
You're setting me free with one more kick in the teeth

”Others Describe Me As...
... I feel I shouldn't answer this.
The only one to describe myself has been Cassius. I'm not so sure his word is one to believe. He often complains that I am hot-headed, annoyed, pig brained, hideous, etc. etc. None of those are quite true, I feel. Of course, those are the terms he shouts at me when he is upset.
On a good day, I am called a bit too hyper, mischievous, patient yet easily agitated, and sly. These are more accurate. I haven't had much contact with others, but I do have a rather likable personality I like to think. I tend to often be in good spirits and find fun in stirring up harmless trouble. I am not normally swift to anger, unless certain things are done. Insults towards myself do not often bother me. Those directed towards Cassius, however, aren't taken kindly. Threats are to be dealt with quickly."

”I Look Like...
... nothing more than displayed above. I am a bronze colored drake with bright yellow eyes. There are spiked frills along my neck and horns upon my head. I have an almost beak like jaw accompanied by razor teeth. In regards to size, I am not massive-- not like the dragons of old-- I am a more reasonable size. I stand approximately 25ft tall and am of 30ft in length, nose to tail."

”My Past Is...
... a bit of a gruesome history. The earliest years of my life shall remain silent, for now. But, I will clarify my meeting with Cassius.
I have always found a joy in setting a few huts in the villages on fire just to see the villagers scramble about frantically. If I killed any... it was a small price. Apparently I killed many more than originally thought, however. I attacked so many villages, I could not count them all if I tried. I had a bit of a reputation without even knowing it. My patterns of attack were quickly discovered. On one chance day, I soared over a good sized settlement. It was like any other time, except... there was an army. A group of sell swords as well as kingsmen sent for my head. I gave them no honor. It was a battle to speak of. They lost many and I lost only my sight in one eye and a lot of blood.
I fled, there was little chance of survival. My wings could not carry me far and I soon collapsed from the air, down to the forest below. An hour or so passed, then a strange smelling individual came. The rest is left to fate."

”My Talent Is...
... Looking bigger than I am. One way or another, I have been able to tackle larger opponents. I am agile and my flames are strong. I may be smaller than the greatest of dragons, but I am still formidable.”

”I Live...
... wherever Cassius leads me. I owe him my life, therefore I follow him. Currently we reside in the forest."

”If I am Fighting in the War, My Rank Is...
... I, myself, am not officially fighting. However, if my services are needed by Cassius, I will gladly help."

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I gotta say thanks cause you kick me when im down
I'm bleeding out the mouth.
I hope you know I'm stronger now.
I'm taking the hate, I'm turning it all around.
I wont go down 'til I'm six feet underground.

”I am in Love With...
...Not a soul. A dragon’s duty is not to love, it is to serve one’s master. While my relationship with Sir Cassius is not altogether normal, I still am under his service.”

”I am Married To...
...No one. Dragons do not exactly ‘get married’ anyhow. Our traditions and rituals are quite different.”

”My Child(ren) Is/Are...
...None. I am one of the few dragons out there without a single brood. Once I came of age, I was being dragged off to a different land to make a presence known there.”

”My Past Loves Are...
...Nothing worth mentioning.”

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Dont fight, or it deny it, invite it, cause when it ...
Feels like a kick in the teeth, I can take it.
Throw your stones and you won't see me break it.
Say what you want, take your shots.
You're setting me free with one more kick in the teeth

”My Most Commonly Used Weapon/Spell Is...
...My flame breath, no less. It is my only ability. While other dragons may have more options in their breaths, I simply have flame. That said, it is stronger than most others of my age. Naturally, the older of my kind typically have more strength and skill than myself.”

”My Main Attire Is...
...Erm… last I checked I do not wear clothes. Cassius doesn’t even force me to sport a saddle.”

”My Hobby Is...
... setting fire to villages, of course. Though I have learned my lesson, the old instincts and desires can not be completely helped."

”One Can Find Me...
... again, I follow Cassius. But, when he goes where I cannot, I guard our land. The forest is my home, my domain. I will protect it to my last breath."

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What doesn't kill me only, will make me stronger in my head
In my head

”I Might Need to Mention Something Else...
... I am a bit infamous. Not too greatly to be a name murmured among citizens on a daily basis, but enough that when I am seen, my identity is known.”

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Cause when it
Feels like a kick in the teeth, I can take it.
Throw your stones and you won't see me break it.
Say what you want, take your shots
You're setting me free with one more kick in the teeth

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Song Lyrics: Kick in the Teeth by Papa Roach

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My mind's a kaleidoscope, it thinks too fast
Blurs all the colors 'til I can't see past
The last mistake, the choice I made
Staring in the mirror with myself to blame
Sometimes I'm afraid of the thoughts inside
Nowhere to hide inside my mind

”My Name Is...
... Arabelle Blanchette, at your service. But please, just call me Belle, it is much more friendly.”

”I Am A...
... Female.”

”I Am...
... still rather young. I am nineteen years of age.”

”I Am An...
... Elf. Yes, I have pointed ears that I do try to hide, and unnaturally yellow eyes. Some mistake me for a lycan, when I am in fact not.”

”My Occupation Is...
... Archer. I wield a bow and stay back from the direct battle. I rain death from the skies.”

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I'm scared that you'll compare and I'll look a lifetime past repair
I second guess myself to death, I re-solicit every step
What if my words are meaningless? What if my heart's misleading this?
I try to capture every moment as it comes to me
Bottle up the memories and let them keep me company

”Others Describe Me As...
... Outgoing. Friendly. Likable. Patient. Warm. That is how others perceive me. I can not recall a time in which others did not perceive me to be a bubbly girl. I have always worn a mask to keep the truth hidden. I try to be outgoing and friendly to those that I encounter. No single soul knows of the sadness that I keep within. I am energetic, I aim to keep others happy and to brighten their days. I know that, if my heart may not be mended, then perhaps bringing a smile to someone else will help mend theirs."

”I Look Like...
... As seen above. However, I, of course, have long pointed ears that jut out past my hair. My eyes are deceptively dull in the picture and are actually a striking yellow-gold in color.“

”My Past Is...
... A bitter play. I have lost everything. The one thing I had was taken.
I was raised on a trading caravan. It was great. I ran free and was able to meet many different faces. My parents were mediocre traders, so we did not have much. That never bothered me, though. Everything was grand and an adventure. One of the men with our caravan was an archer. During rest times, he would instruct me on shooting. Then, as I aged, I learned more advanced tricks while traveling.
It was a rather ho hum routine of avoiding bandits and making it to the next stop. I was the youngest on said parade, so things did get dull fast. However, when I was thirteen, my little brother was born. He was my best friend. I was always with him. If he napped, I napped, if he sang, I sang, and vice versa.
When I was around the age of sixteen years, things crashed down on top of me. We were attacked, not for the first time, but for the most brutal in all of the years. I just remember my mother screaming for me to take my brother and run. To flee. I did. But, it was only when we were miles away that I noticed a sticky substance on my arms. Warm and thick. Crimson. Blood. Lannister, my dearest brother... his life was slipping away before my very eyes. It was a stab wound, something he had sustained during the attack...
I... cannot continue.“

”My Talent Is...
... archery, clearly, as well as running and climbing. As an archer, I must always seek higher ground. Therefore, I am a natural climber. My years of traveling on the road have also made me a swift runner.“

”I Live...
...in a little village tucked away, but still known well enough to be populated. I manage to get by there without too many strange looks. It is better a home than I would find closer to the capital."

”If I am Fighting in the War, My Rank Is...
... I have yet to officially join the war. But, were I to involve myself in it officially, I would take the side of the rebels."

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When the hope of morning starts to fade in me
I don't dare let darkness have its way with me
And the hope of morning makes me worth the fight
I will not be giving in tonight

”I am in Love With...
... No one. I have no need for love in times like these.”

”I am Married To...
... Again, no one.”

”My Child(ren) Is/Are...
… None.“

”My Past Loves Are...
... Only a false idea.”

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When I'm old and grey, or thirty, or whatever happens first,
I'll need you to reassure me I didn't waste a verse
Or worse, what if my life's work is reduced to just myself
Like never let you get a word in, while I dissect my mental health
Or lack thereof, whatever, there's too many things to track
I really can't remember if I'm insane or insomniac
Now days, all the kids want crazy, wanna diagnose themselves

”My Most Commonly Used Weapon/Spell Is...
... I typically wield a traditional longbow. Magic is not my skill set whatsoever.“

”My Main Attire Is...
... Fur garments and cloaks. Leather too is a part of it, but typically I resort to fur. Often times, when attending anything of any importance, I have a few somewhat decent dresses remaining from the caravan. ”

”My Hobby Is...
... Hunting, believe it or not. I hunt for fun, for necessity, for relief. That is what my time is spent. If I don't need the food, I leave it for the wolves or give it to the villagers."

”One Can Find Me...
... Either walking the paths that lead from the village, or among the trees of the forest. I am rarely locked away and secluded."

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Trade up made up epidemics, pass around prescription pills
But my disorder can't be cured by a bottle, blade, or dose
Self-disgust and selfishness tend to hold me awfully close
But I don't wanna let you see that, I don't want my friends to know
Self-disgust and selfishness take me everywhere I go

”I Might Need to Mention Something Else...
... I am deathly afraid of tight spaces. It is a phobia of mine. Confinement drives me mad, hence I tend to stick to open areas. Large crowds, too, can have this affect on me. In other words, I am claustrophobic.“

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Try as I might to keep it together
Why is recovery taking forever
Fool the whole world, just until I get better
I'm terrified I'll be faking forever
On and on I wonder what went wrong inside my head
I don't have to have the answers, but tonight I wish I did
All the pain I can't explain away won't fade
All the the secrets silenced by the shame
Don't make me say it

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Song Lyrics: Hope for Morning by Icon For Hire

(Cheese and crackers, that took longer than I expected. Kind of rushed through Belle's too OTL . Teehee. Let me know if anything needs changed! ^.=.^)