|| p u r i f i e d || Semi-lit RP

[darkinjinx]

{ Yay! We can start, you are both accepted }
{ Posting limit.. like how many posts before a version two of this roleplay or how many words per post? }

Samantha lurked in the shadows of the market. It was bustling with people, all pushing past each other, fighting to get where they were going, each believing his or her reason to move was more important that everyone else's. Her deep red eyes flicked around, searching for a way to get out of the market without touching anyone. Touch and mind power did not mix. Just being around all these people had an effect on her, but touching them? She would be overwhelmed with their feelings, history and deeds. And not all of those were pretty. She sighed and leaned back against the wall of an abandoned carpenters shop. She would have to wait until the crowds cleared.


Skate swung over a railing and set off at a run towards the canal at the edge of Harbor Mists. He was already late for his job and would have to face the wrath of Mr.Briggs, his employer. Skate rounded a corner and took a shortcut down a series of allies. Finally, he approached the docks. Mr.Briggs was there, staring at Skate with a distasteful expression plastered onto his pinched features. His hooked nose turned to the side as he pointed to Skate's post. "You see everyone there?" He asked Skate. Skate clenched his fists angrily. Everyone was already here, as he had expected. "YOU ARE LATE, SKATE" Mr. Briggs yelled in Skate's face, his breath smelled like rotten eggs. Skate beamed stupidly. "Nice rhyme Mr. Briggs!" Mr.Briggs scowled and pointed to the shed that held the poles. "Scat" He spat like he was speaking to a rat, which was about as close as you could get.

[burning bridges]

Rɪʟᴇʏ Tʜᴀᴛᴄʜ;

Riley and Moose had found a private spot of greenery behind the Harbormaster's office. They tried to come here once a day to just get away. Usually Riley's life was rather busy, between sparring and training. Very few times did she actually have to fight someone. Even when Riley did fight, she was always prepared. That's one of the advantages of having a quick mind, even if she was to get caught off her guard, it would take her but a split second to be prepared. So, when she wasn't training, her and Moose come here. The sun shines straight down at noon, and fills the place with warmth.

"Here boy!" Riley called out to Moose. He had the bright green tennis ball stuck between his jowls, his tail wagging happily in the air.Moose brought it back and placed it at her feet, dropping to a sit to show that he was ready. Moose was a very well trained dog. Even when he was a puppy. Riley never had to use a leash on him, as he is also extremely loyal. Her parents bought her Moose when the infection first started spreading, so that she would never be truly alone. They then sent her off this cage of sorts, and she never saw them again. She has prepared herself for the fact that she probably never will.

[.silk.]

•Ammy Burn•

Were-rabbit

Name - Ammy Burn
Gender - Female
Age - 15 - 16 in two days
Job - A miller
Powers - Gravity and Water
Skills - Enhanced hearing, Jump high, Really fast, enhanced smell.
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Personality - Ammy is a mild manored teen that came from a small farm in washington. She is timid, but brave when the time comes. She is quiet and keeps to herself. She tries to be kind to others but is shy. Ammy likes to sing and she is really good at it. She plays guitar very well, and violin. Ammy doesn't back down from a challenge, she is very smart but does have trouble with making a good choice. She is horrible at piano and prefers to stay away from it. She knows how to use a dager and keeps it in her boot, so stay out of the way.

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Human Form - Dark brown hair with light blue eyes. She wears a jean jacket, a black cami. Skinny jeans and brown boots. She has a light blue glass water drop necklace that she wears at all times, no exceptions.
Rabbit Form - A medium brown colored rabbit with a creamed color around the eyes.
Pet - A female duck named Feline
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BF - NA
Crush - NA
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History - Ammy grew up on a farm, with a love for animals. But one the day she turned fifteen she went out in the field to enjoy the amber waves of wheat. Ammy turned into a rabbit, and two of the barn's dogs had chased her away. Ammy then spent most of the year trying to hone and understand her gift.
Weaknesses - Allergic to strawberries, pressure on the shoulder, and threats.
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Feline -
Form -

[sforzando.]

[ words per post, but seeing the post you did I think I'll be fine. ^^
And sorry about the length of the post, my posts really aren't this long normally, but my beginning ones sometimes are. cx ]

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ｃｕｒｒｅｎｔｌｙ ;;

→ returning from a hunt

ｍｏｏｄ ;;

→ relaxed

ｗｅａｒｉｎｇ ;;

→ tanktop jeans
jacket bag bow and
quiver

she's not one to mess with.
she has learned the art of
archery and picked it up
quite fast, and even if she
only uses it to hunt, she
can still turn around and use
it to kill. the half elf is quite
shy herself, not liking to say
anything. she has her own
bow and quiver she wears
everywhere, as well as a
gelding named Aero she
rescued a few years back that
she is extremely protective over.

ｔａｇｇｅｄ ;;

→ samantha via glance

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xxxxxShe gently leaned herself back carefully while drawing her arms back to her, as well as her gloved hands bringing in the reins they held tightly. She didn't mean to hold them so tight, but as they entered the part of the town that was heavily populated, she didn't need a horse spooking at everything. She collected the reins in one hand -- her right one to be more specific -- and leaned in as he slowed down to a walk. Her left hand went out, and as it was empty from letting the reins switch possession, she stroked him softly on the neck, whispering sweet things that she could barely hear over the town's population speaking. Aero jerked to a trot and Kinsley sat back up, evening the reins out in both hands. She had to definitely keep a strong hand on him now.
xxxxxThe periodic clopping of hooves on the pavement below didn't quicken or slow as they approached the market, but when they were only a few steps away Kinsley had to stop him manually again. Once unmoving, she waited, just to see if anyone was going to move, which of course they didn't. Kinsley knew better. Aero snorted and lowered his head to sniff the ground, and at that sound, the crowd began to move hastily. No one wanted to be stepped on by a horse twice their size, and Kinsley didn't blame them one bit.
xxxxxHer enhanced hearing allowed her to catch murmurs of unhappiness while walking Aero through and closer in, as most people thought she was going to take all the food. Yet she ignored the displeased people easily. Most were not adjusted to Kinsley as a hunter. Kinsley had only been hunting alone for only a year, and before when she hunted with the smith, he typically brought in the food to the market on foot. She didn't participate in the crowds. Not her style. Hunting alone honestly didn't bother her, but the thought of her father figure's death struck her hard whenever her mind crossed that thought. She had to keep going in life either way. The world didn't stop revolving for one person's death -- it would have many years ago if that was the case.
xxxxxKinsley twisted around to her left side where her bag lay on her left side, the opposite side of her quiver. She dropped the reins after signalling her gelding to stop, in which he did obediently. Once she pulled out a few plastic bags she had stored, people brightened, especially those that were complaining before. She reached in, grabbed the fresh meat with her gloves, and tossed them down. Then she packed the bags away again with a few pieces she kept for herself and turned Aero away in a tight circle before trotting back out.
xxxxxHis trot wasn't a rugged one, and was actually quite smooth. Smooth enough to sit. Out of the corner of her eyes, she noticed a red eyed girl, looking only about a year older than her, leaned quietly against an abandoned building. Crowds must not be her favorite thing, Kinsley could only figure as they trotted down the road and to the stables again.

[sforzando.]

[ Bump? c; ]

[Cadin Araceli]

(Hey, I would like to join, but I would like to know the "words per post" minimum first please ^-^)

[burning bridges]

[I am not the admin of this thread but given as this is a semi-lit roleplay, the usual minimum is 5 sentences. If you look back at our posts, there is at least two paragraphs. I hope this helps.]

[darkinjinx]

{ It doesn't matter to me. I would like it if the posts were 3+ sentences, but there is no maximum }
{ You are accepted }

Samantha glanced at the hunter trotting past. The hoofbeats stung her ears and she shrunk farther into the shadows. Her mind recoiled into herself and she felt a moment of peace without the feelings of others bombarding her. She flicked her gaze to a nearby shop and slipped inside to escape from the tirade of noise and thought.

Skate looked around and spotted a girl playing with her dog. He set down his pole and jogged in her direction. His sneakers thumped on the wooden dock and quieted as they transitioned to the concrete that boarded the docks. "Hey" He said once he got within hearing distance. After glancing back at the docks to see if anyone had noticed his disappearance, he bent down to pet the dog at the girl's feet.

[burning bridges]

Rɪʟᴇʏ Tʜᴀᴛᴄʜ;

Moose lowered his head slightly at the touch. The dog turned to his owner, a questioning look in his eyes. Riley gave a soft chuckle at her dogs reaction, which settled something in Moose, allowing him to enjoy being pet. "Hi. I'm Riley, and you are petting Moose." Riley introduced. Moose gave a soft bark at his name, his tail thumping on the ground. "He seems to like you." Riley crossed her arms over her chest at the observation.

[Cadin Araceli]

Full name:
Elora Dree
Age:
140 (Looks around 17)
Gender:
Female
Relationship:
Nothing right now
Species:
Elf
About:
Elora has a very light skin tone and soft-pink full lips. Her snow white hair is cut in an even pixie, falling just above her light grey eyes and she always appears to have an innocent air about her. It doesn't help that her ears poke out about 2-3 inches from behind her hair, coming to a point. She is quite slender and a little short, standing at 5'5" weighing around 100 pounds.

She has inherited the gracefulness, great night vision, and natural marksmanship of her people. She also has the ability to share her thoughts with others, and has a unique bond with nature, making her very good when it comes to taking care of plants and nature. She is working on developing her powers more, to have more control over nature and do more than just share her thoughts, but the process is slow.

Though she is very capable of handling herself, Elora comes off as shy and reserved. Still, she is quite naive and trusts easily. This is do to her overly kind nature and partly due to her want to make everyone happy. Due to her skills with animals, she makes an excellent falconer.