Murkwood Manor 》new thread!

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This rp has a new thread here!

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Roleplay rules
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All site rules apply
Don't fight out of character
No godmodding/powerplaying
You can use your own form if you want
Don't have a crush on your own character
Try to keep everything at least semi-realistic
You may have as many characters as you can handle
Don't start roleplaying if I have not accepted your form(s)
Only one power per character (unless I allow otherwise-ask me)
Post all forms, reservations, and discussion on the discussion thread
Characters of all sexualities, genders, etc. are accepted and welcomed
No powers like mind control, as it can be used to control other characters
There may only be one character with each power, but multiple characters
of the same species are allowed (ex-elementals, one fire and one water is okay)
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Manor Rules
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Don't disturb the other guests
Fighting of any kind will not be tolerated
Portals may only be used with permission
Pets are welcome, but must be under control
Any music or loud noise must be quieted after 10 pm
Bringing humans through the portals is strictly forbidden
Destruction or vandalism of property will be charged to the guest
It is unadvised that any individual goes out in the woods past dark
Charge for rooms is upfront, other forms of payment may be accepted
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Characters
Name 》Age 》Gender 》Species 》Power 》Roleplayer 》Form

Manor owners 2/2
Odesza Haevens 》20 》Female 》Ookami 》Collapse 》foxx, 》Form
Xenos/Xena Evans 》469 》Can switch (mainly male) 》Trickster Demon 》Power negation 》Kurora 》Form

Employees 3/3
Terrence Chamberlin 》Died in his 20s 》Male 》Head cook 》Ghost 》Telekinesis 》Implosion 》Form
Mars 》Unknown (appears 27) 》Male 》Various roles 》Celestial Guardian 》Fire magic 》foxx, 》Form
Colum 》29 》Male 》Groundskeepers 》Demon 》Empathy》ZestyTesty 》Form

Permanent residents 5/5
Aspen Trepner 》19 》Female 》Witch 》Portal crafting 》sonder_ 》Form
Raia Nuva 》0 (appears ~8) 》Female 》Phantom 》Dream manipulation 》~MacManus~ 》Form
Chiyoko Mei 》140 》Female 》Okuri Inu 》N/a 》Kurora 》Form
Elliot Dawning Clatic 》629 (appears 21) 》Male 》Vampire 》Shapeshifting (bats & birds) 》Klig33k 》Form
Alexandra Kayla Abaddon Meyer 》18 》Female 》Demon 》Summons storms 》Wolfiedog3 》Form

Guests 9/0
Jupiter Soleil 》22 》Male 》Vampire 》Atmokinesis 》foxx, 》Form
Harleen Lagorio-Kyle 》21 》Female 》Human 》Invulnerability 》kylo ren , 》Form
Trent 》35 》Male 》Centaur 》N/a 》~MacManus~ 》Form
Atreyu Dubois 》307 (appears 23) 》Male 》Faerie 》Clairvoyance 》. daddario . 》Form
Kaelen Aedan Walsh 》22 》Male 》Cupid 》Controls emotions 》. daddario . 》Form
Kolten 》22 》Male 》Werewolf 》N/a 》sonder_ 》Form
Adrian Bauer 》27 》Male 》Werewolf 》N/a 》angelonia 》Form
Devin Lars 》23 》Male 》Human 》Shadow animation 》01sparklz10 》Form
Nathaniel Harper Samson 》23 》Male 》Werewolf 》N/a 》Wolfiedog3 》Form
Phoebe Lyons 》20 》Female 》Demi-god 》Blade Manipulation 》anxie 》Form
unlimited open

Others 2/0
Hickory 》18 》Male 》Harpy》N/a 》Nebelung 》Form
Holly 》18 》Female 》Harpy 》N/a 》Nebelung 》Form
(ask me before making someone not living in the manor)

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Form
Feel free to use your own form if you would like to! It's actually preferred, but you can use this simple one if you want.

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Why they're in the manor: (owner, guest, etc.)
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Time: Mid-afternoon
Weather: Cloudy, slightly chilly wind
Season: Fall

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━━━━ Aspen ━━━━
Female | witch | portal crafting
mood; bored, lazy
location; outside
tagged; n/a (open)
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The young witch sat outside, lounged lazily against one of the many brink columns that held up the fence. They were in the middle of nowhere, so who's bright idea had it been to build such a useless structure? She huffed at this idea, moving her hand to pluck a skinny weed from the dirt. She lifted it and inspected it for a moment or so, before carelessly tossing it back onto the ground. Aspen pushed her sleeves up, the sweater she wore (matched with dark, ripped jeans) seeming a bit too hot for when the wind wasn't actively blowing. Where was everyone? There seemed to be no one around to tease, mess with, or otherwise pester. Bandit was off somewhere as well, leaving her completely and utterly bored. Features irritated, she leaned her head back against the column, her gaze lifting to the clouded sky. She'd really be better off if she knew how to entertain herself.

[kylo ren ,]

harley took a huff of her cigarette and threw it away. she gave a rather bored sigh and put her hands inside her leather jacket. she looked up, the cloudy sky reflecting her ice blue eyes.
she looked down and caught a glimpse of aspen. the witch!
harley smirked and wondered if she actually flew on a broom or had a pointy hat.

[~Macmanus~]

~~~~~~~Raia~~~~~~Ghost~~~Tags: Open~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Raia sat in peace, absolute serenity. Someone was sleeping, although whether at the manor or a thousand miles away, Raia could not tell. The dreamscape didn't care: time and space in the dream world was not equal to time and space in the physical one.
The world began to shake as the dream dissipated: the dreamer was waking up. Raia allowed herself to fall through the floor, until she sat up in her own bed, back at the manor. The young ghost lifted through the covers, before falling gently through the floor into the next room, the dining room, which was below her room. She hovered over the table quietly, boredly.



~~~~~~~Trent~~~~~~Bovitaur~~~~Tags: Open~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Large, sharp-pointed hooves dug into the cold, hard mud as Trent walked. The saddles bags on his back bumped softly against his massive, muscular flank. Rolled up tightly in his right hand was a paper map, with directions as to where he was going. As he walked through the quiet forest way, he could see his destination through the trees.
Murkwood Manor
His ears flicked at the sounds of birds in the leaves, and his senses were alert: If what was said about this place was true, there would be all sorts of mythical creatures here. He did not know what he was going to face.
The entrance of the manor became clear through the trees, and he directed his trek toward it.

[Kurora]

Xen ψ 469 ψ Μale/Female ψ Trickster Demon ψ Negation ψ Location: ψ x ψ Tags:Open

Xenos had awoken early this morning, to see that everything was going to run smoothly for the day. He did this everyday, but today he felt unusually tired. In all his years here, he had never once felt like this. Maybe it was time to take a break? He enjoyed this manor, and all the strange and unusual guest it brought. Friendships made or broken. But lately, he had felt a decline in interesting things. with them all being supernatural, there was no need for him to play the villain often. Sure, he had to fire people, but none had been in a while, and everyone was doing a good job.
A slight clicking of claws brought his attention from his thoughts. Chewy had sensed its master being unusual, so it had come to check on him, which Xenos had appreciated very much. "Had fun?" he asked the hellhound, kneeling to get on its level. chewy gave a bark in reply, making Xenos laugh and giving it a scratch absent-mindedly behind where an ear would be on a normal canine. "I thought so."

Chiyoko Mei ბ 140 ბ Female ბ Okuri Inu ბ No extra powers ბ Location: ბ x ბ Tags:Trent

Chi tapped the fence methodically as she walked along the outside edge of it, her clawed fingers making each bar ting with her passing. She loved that sound, as it reminded her of the bells that happened at festival time at the village in her childhood. As it often brought travellers through her little forest, her parents would often bring her whatever sweets they had collected from the fallen travellers. When she was older, she did the same. Though in the relative time compared to many of this house, the okuri inu was not considered old at all, contrary to how she felt. The world had changed so much in her short lifetime, she felt she could no longer keep up. That saddened her.
She paused on her walk and put her back to the fence, letting the metal support her weight. Smiling sadly, she looked into the forest, taking in the sights and smells. It was rare she felt homesick, but just being in the presence of the forest surrounding her new home comforted her. Ah, how much she would love to run and follow someone through the forest again, just for fun. No work having to keep other yokai away, just follow and be in the presence of her friends, the yosuzume spirits.
As she reminisced on the past, she felt her senses twinge. Someone was walking through the forest, on a path. She could not tell if it was human or mythical, all she knew was it was no animal that passed through. Curious, she walked quickly tot he path, nearly sprinting. Her feet carried her silently as she went, and only when she saw a form moving through the trees did she slow to a stop.
In front of her was a man, but the chest down was a bull, she presumed. How interesting. Perhaps another guest?
As her nature dictated, she did not approach, just walked quietly with him through the trees, watching him, as he grew closer to the manor. Should he trip, she would need to reign in her nature, as she did not want any guests leaving because of her.

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terrence chamberlin / male / cook / ghost + telekinesis / location: kitchen / tags: open

the kitchen of murkwood was alight with noise and delicious smelling aroumas. chatter and music poured inanely from the various radios situated across the room, while steak, peppers, and other goodies sizzled on the stove, and dishes were cleaned in the background. from the sound of it all, one might expect the cookery to be manned by dozens of workers instead of just one, but that was not the case. the washing pots and pans seemingly cleaned themselves, some hung suspended in midair while a clean rag would wipe the suds from their surfaces. elsewhere, a floating knife chopped methodically into a ball of lettuce, as if manned by an invisible person. which, wasn't actually too far from the truth. terry surveyed the kitchen like a general would his troops, walking up and down the long aisles to ensure nothing was amiss with his work. for the most part, terrence was the only one who cooked the main meals, though residents and other employees were more than welcome to come in and fix something. if they didn't mind the watchful eyes of a ghost, that was. ever since the grand sandwich incident of '95™, terry made it a point to stick around and glare whenever someone was handling the griddle. just a precaution.

on this particular afternoon, terry was whipping up what he thought to be a mighty fine menu for the inhuman inhabitants of the manor. a variety of salad fixings, philly cheesesteak sandwiches, tomato-basil stew, along with fruit and some other delicacies their delicate systems required. the apron he wore today was one of the newer ones, a gift for his collection he had received from a guest last year. it depicted two cartoon-y steaks, around which the words hung: 'a steak pun is a rare medium well done'. an apron with a pun, what a delight! though wearing an apron over such fancy formalwear did look a little odd [ considering he didn't actually need to wear one at all ], terry had long since become accustomed to any odd looks thrown his way because of it. it was practically a tradition by now: he was the ghost who had an collection of weird aprons and wore a different one almost everyday.