[center][font=Gabriola][b][size=7]BestiaWald Manor[/size][/b]
[size=6][i]Mothers of Beasts[/i][/size][/font]
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[i]...In the age of Man, where modern technology dominates, the humans stretch over the face of the globe. But it was not always so. Before the time of the mortals, beasts ruled the earth. Monsters of every assortment are his children, from the terrifying to the mystical, all his offspring. [b][url=https://slack-imgs.com/?c=1&o1=wi200.he248&url=http%3A%2F%2Fvignette4.wikia.nocookie.net%2Ffinalfantasy%2Fimages%2F4%2F4a%2FLRFFXIII_Bhunivelze_Full_Render.jpg%2Frevision%2Flatest%3Fcb%3D20131119080645.png]Fahtrae[/url][/b] he is called, and unlike man, he has lived through every lifetime.
So how, then, did one divinity father so many? Throughout his time on the earth, he has experienced seasons of lovers--[b]The Mothers of Monsters[/b]. Ethereal beasts much like Fahtrae, they each offered their own unique genetics. The mothers have birthed countless scores of beasts and monsters, and their children are fiercely loved. And yet, the four were not without competition.
[b][url=http://i.imgur.com/1WK0jDF.png]Engel[/url][/b], Fahtrae's true wife, is a fierce and jealous creature. Her guise is that of a feathered divinity, adorned in gold--and her children, as the humans have encountered them, have come to be known as the [b]angels[/b]. When the world was still the empire of the beasts, the jealous Engel sought out her husband's mistresses. Her angel legion aided their mother to eliminate the children of the lovers. When once they dwelled in their own corners of the world, they were all but chased and persecuted until finally the four mistresses were forced into hiding. Over the centuries, they have attempted to reclaim their [b]surviving broods[/b]. Now allies against Fahtrae and Engel, they have found a home in a large manor. Charmed with defenses and spells, the manor appears as an eery and decrepit structure to the mortal eye; and it has served well to keep the angels in the dark as to their whereabouts.
One by one, they find their children and give them a place in the manor where they are fed, housed, and educated. But, above all, they are protected from the angels constantly on the hunt for the beasts of the mistresses.
[font=gabriola][size=6]Welcome to the manor.[/size][/font][/i]
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[quote]Rules:[list]
[*]You must be approved before you can join. Spots are limited.
[*]Always be respectful to fellow rpers.
[*]This will be PG-13 rating, with mature and dark themes, but nothing NSFW. Same goes for romance, encouraged but keep it clean.
[*]No more than THREE TO FIVE paragraphs per character. (if you have two characters, they would each be allowed this number, just keep it in the same post)
[*]Always, always, always, communicate ideas in the OOC forums. Never doing anything extreme (ie attack the school by some omnipotent power, kill another player, etc) without consulting for [u]approval[/u].
[*]NO godmodding, absolutely NO control of other characters. It will not be tolerated and I will alert you if I see it.
[*]Follow the standard rules.
[*]Applications to join go in the OOC forum.
[*]Above all, have fun!
[/quote]
[quote=The Cast!]
*Atleast two slots per mom must be filled before the RP can begin.*
[b]Mother Seren :: @CornixElecti[/b]
[list]
[*]Nissa :: Sphinx :: @Burnmoon
[*]Feyre :: Cursed-Shifter :: @CornixElecti
[*]---
[/list]
[b]Mother Meisandae :: @ElveraBasilisk[/b]
[list]
[*]Cather :: Basilisk :: @slothtoast
[*]Ameilis :: Nure-Onna :: @blackcosmos
[*]~Reserved~
[/list]
[b]Mother Xita :: @Jenkow[/b]
[list]
[*]Kyzalia :: Unicron :: @Jenkow
[*]Manon :: Flemish Giant Rabbit :: @SeiryuuJanaisha
[*]
[/list]
[b]Mother Umheia :: @Dragonofyang[/b]
[list]
[*]Kierin :: Kelpie :: @dragonofyang
[*]Rhys :: Barghest :: @mimikkyu
[*]
[/list][/quote]
[Quote= Pinglist in order of post]@Elverabasilisk @dragonofyang @mimikkyu @slothtoast @cornixelecti @jenkow @burnmoon @seiryuujanaisha @blackcosmos
[color=red]**If you have not posted after [b]a day and a half[/b] you will be skipped.**[/color][/quote]
BestiaWald Manor
Mothers of Beasts
...In the age of Man, where modern technology dominates, the humans stretch over the face of the globe. But it was not always so. Before the time of the mortals, beasts ruled the earth. Monsters of every assortment are his children, from the terrifying to the mystical, all his offspring. Fahtrae he is called, and unlike man, he has lived through every lifetime.
So how, then, did one divinity father so many? Throughout his time on the earth, he has experienced seasons of lovers--The Mothers of Monsters. Ethereal beasts much like Fahtrae, they each offered their own unique genetics. The mothers have birthed countless scores of beasts and monsters, and their children are fiercely loved. And yet, the four were not without competition.
Engel, Fahtrae's true wife, is a fierce and jealous creature. Her guise is that of a feathered divinity, adorned in gold--and her children, as the humans have encountered them, have come to be known as the angels. When the world was still the empire of the beasts, the jealous Engel sought out her husband's mistresses. Her angel legion aided their mother to eliminate the children of the lovers. When once they dwelled in their own corners of the world, they were all but chased and persecuted until finally the four mistresses were forced into hiding. Over the centuries, they have attempted to reclaim their surviving broods. Now allies against Fahtrae and Engel, they have found a home in a large manor. Charmed with defenses and spells, the manor appears as an eery and decrepit structure to the mortal eye; and it has served well to keep the angels in the dark as to their whereabouts.
One by one, they find their children and give them a place in the manor where they are fed, housed, and educated. But, above all, they are protected from the angels constantly on the hunt for the beasts of the mistresses.
Welcome to the manor.
Quote:
Rules:
- You must be approved before you can join. Spots are limited.
- Always be respectful to fellow rpers.
- This will be PG-13 rating, with mature and dark themes, but nothing NSFW. Same goes for romance, encouraged but keep it clean.
- No more than THREE TO FIVE paragraphs per character. (if you have two characters, they would each be allowed this number, just keep it in the same post)
- Always, always, always, communicate ideas in the OOC forums. Never doing anything extreme (ie attack the school by some omnipotent power, kill another player, etc) without consulting for approval.
- NO godmodding, absolutely NO control of other characters. It will not be tolerated and I will alert you if I see it.
- Follow the standard rules.
- Applications to join go in the OOC forum.
- Above all, have fun!
Pinglist in order of post wrote:
[center][b][font=gabriola][size=6]Important Links and Application:[/size][/font][/b][/center]
[quote=Application]
Your monster type will determine [b]what mother you belong to[/b]. Their icons in the first post are clickable and can lead you to their character profiles.
[url=http://imgur.com/o4AARtB]CLICK HERE[/url] for the beast flowchart.
PLEASE note that your mother will also determine your abilities. They should be similar to the mother, but fewer in number or weaker in some way.
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Sexuality:[/b]
[b]Species:[/b]
[b]Mother Domain:[/b] (Meisandae, Xita, Umheia, or Seren)
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]History:[/b]
[b]Power:[/b]
[b]Description:[/b] (Picture, description, or both)
[b]Other:[/b]
**and if you'd like, you may include a description of your character's bedroom--the rooms are charmed to match the needs of the species, ie a kelpie would have a swamp setting in their bedroom.**
**MUST BE SUBMITTED TO OOC CHAT**[/quote]
[quote=Important Links]
~[url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/1982331]Main RP[/url]
~[url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/1982356]OOC Chat/Apply[/url]
~[url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/1982358]Character Page[/url]
Important Links and Application:
Application wrote:
Your monster type will determine
what mother you belong to. Their icons in the first post are clickable and can lead you to their character profiles.
CLICK HERE for the beast flowchart.
PLEASE note that your mother will also determine your abilities. They should be similar to the mother, but fewer in number or weaker in some way.
Name:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Species:
Mother Domain: (Meisandae, Xita, Umheia, or Seren)
Age:
History:
Power:
Description: (Picture, description, or both)
Other:
**and if you'd like, you may include a description of your character's bedroom--the rooms are charmed to match the needs of the species, ie a kelpie would have a swamp setting in their bedroom.**
**MUST BE SUBMITTED TO OOC CHAT**
Now accepting applications in the
OOC chat!
Now accepting applications in the
OOC chat!
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CornixElecti @
Canvas @
Burnmoon @
ElveraBasilisk @
slothtoast @
blackcosmos @
Jenkow @
SeiryuuJanaisha @
Dragonofyang @
mimikkyu
((Rp START! The order you post in will be the permanent order!))
The halls were dim with candlelight, the only other light coming from the occasional flash of lightning. The skies rumbled overhead, the manor shrouded in storm clouds and nightfall. Meisandae glide over the floor, her tail shimmering hues of purple and blue as the candlelight illuminate her path. She swayed in her travel, keeping upright as her dark hair echoed her movement, hints of the same purples and blues in her thick waves. While she traveled along the hall, her long forked tongue flickered at the air to take in the scents. She was confirming who was in their rooms, her reptilian eyes gazing keenly through the dark as she turned her eyes between the doors slowly.
She murred deeply in satisfaction as she ensured their security, occasionally pausing to touch a door to confirm the charms were intact. All seemed quiet and well as she head along, descending the stairs smoothly as her tail coiled neatly behind her, beginning her trek along the next hall down. Long had this been her ritual, roughly around midnight or 1 am. She would trade her leg glamour for the much more comfortable (and natural) tail to stroll the long halls of the manor, checking the rooms were still intact and children safe.
@
CornixElecti @
Canvas @
Burnmoon @
ElveraBasilisk @
slothtoast @
blackcosmos @
Jenkow @
SeiryuuJanaisha @
Dragonofyang @
mimikkyu
((Rp START! The order you post in will be the permanent order!))
The halls were dim with candlelight, the only other light coming from the occasional flash of lightning. The skies rumbled overhead, the manor shrouded in storm clouds and nightfall. Meisandae glide over the floor, her tail shimmering hues of purple and blue as the candlelight illuminate her path. She swayed in her travel, keeping upright as her dark hair echoed her movement, hints of the same purples and blues in her thick waves. While she traveled along the hall, her long forked tongue flickered at the air to take in the scents. She was confirming who was in their rooms, her reptilian eyes gazing keenly through the dark as she turned her eyes between the doors slowly.
She murred deeply in satisfaction as she ensured their security, occasionally pausing to touch a door to confirm the charms were intact. All seemed quiet and well as she head along, descending the stairs smoothly as her tail coiled neatly behind her, beginning her trek along the next hall down. Long had this been her ritual, roughly around midnight or 1 am. She would trade her leg glamour for the much more comfortable (and natural) tail to stroll the long halls of the manor, checking the rooms were still intact and children safe.
@
CornixElecti @
Canvas @
Burnmoon @
ElveraBasilisk @
slothtoast @
blackcosmos @
Jenkow @
SeiryuuJanaisha @ dragonofyang @
mimikkyu
As lightning streaked the sky high above the manor, deep below it in the dark and dank cellars, Umheia opened her eyes, which glowed with an unearthly light as she rose. Thin bat wings spread as she took her seat on her subterranean throne, her sharp clawed toes making little
snick sounds as she moved. Long ears twitched at every minor sound from the drip of water down the wall to the telltale sound of Meisandae moving about far above, no doubt doing her rounds to ensure all the little children are safe in their beds. Soon the night would be hers, her power reaching its peak. A demon Engel named her, and when the time was right for vengeance a demon she would be. After all nothing under Engel's domain could survive within the cold unforgiving realm of the dark, but Umheia and her kin reveled in it. Her dark illusions were spread far around the manor, ensconcing it in a state of disrepair and age. Any who could actually find it were sure to turn tail from the foreboding feeling it caused, and if they didn't... Well...
Her Kierin would see to that.
~~~
Kierin stood tirelessly in the center of the bridge, his inky mane and tail dripping rivulets of water onto the aged wood beneath his hooves. There was hardly ever a need for a glamour, so at his post he simply let his true countenance show, the glistening fur almost hiding the black leather bridle he wore. It was here on the bridge between the manor and the rest of the world he stood, and he stood here alone, forever watching and guarding until his services deemed complete. At eighteen he took his post, and he would not leave it until he was very, very old, and his successor was trained. If he took a mere two steps forward, off the bridge and onto the loamy earth beyond the moat, he would be visible to the unwitting eye, a solid blue-black horse just waiting for a rider.
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CornixElecti @
Canvas @
Burnmoon @
ElveraBasilisk @
slothtoast @
blackcosmos @
Jenkow @
SeiryuuJanaisha @ dragonofyang @
mimikkyu
As lightning streaked the sky high above the manor, deep below it in the dark and dank cellars, Umheia opened her eyes, which glowed with an unearthly light as she rose. Thin bat wings spread as she took her seat on her subterranean throne, her sharp clawed toes making little
snick sounds as she moved. Long ears twitched at every minor sound from the drip of water down the wall to the telltale sound of Meisandae moving about far above, no doubt doing her rounds to ensure all the little children are safe in their beds. Soon the night would be hers, her power reaching its peak. A demon Engel named her, and when the time was right for vengeance a demon she would be. After all nothing under Engel's domain could survive within the cold unforgiving realm of the dark, but Umheia and her kin reveled in it. Her dark illusions were spread far around the manor, ensconcing it in a state of disrepair and age. Any who could actually find it were sure to turn tail from the foreboding feeling it caused, and if they didn't... Well...
Her Kierin would see to that.
~~~
Kierin stood tirelessly in the center of the bridge, his inky mane and tail dripping rivulets of water onto the aged wood beneath his hooves. There was hardly ever a need for a glamour, so at his post he simply let his true countenance show, the glistening fur almost hiding the black leather bridle he wore. It was here on the bridge between the manor and the rest of the world he stood, and he stood here alone, forever watching and guarding until his services deemed complete. At eighteen he took his post, and he would not leave it until he was very, very old, and his successor was trained. If he took a mere two steps forward, off the bridge and onto the loamy earth beyond the moat, he would be visible to the unwitting eye, a solid blue-black horse just waiting for a rider.
Well... Rhys never thought he would be in this situation. He had been down what seemed like one hundred halls already, even if it was only two or three. Keeping his eyes alert, he looked down both sides of the hallway, checking to see if there was even a glimpse of a figure in the darkness... he saw nothing. Letting out a deep sigh of relief, Rhys reflected on his current situation. He was currently in his unglamoured form, a large and imposing black dog. It would certainly be easier to roam these halls in his glamoured form, but Rhys had a secret love for scaring people in his true form... although, it never happened. He just liked to pretend he was scary.
Turning on his paws, he quickly trotted down towards the end of the hall, trying to be as quiet as possible... which was certainly very hard for Rhys. He let out a low grumble as he reached the stairs. The stairs... Rhys hated the stairs. He was always afraid of falling face first down them. With a huff, he headed down them, towards the very first hall. He liked being on the first hall, as being closer to the ground made him feel more like home. Anything not on the first floor was NOT kosher for him.
Well... Rhys never thought he would be in this situation. He had been down what seemed like one hundred halls already, even if it was only two or three. Keeping his eyes alert, he looked down both sides of the hallway, checking to see if there was even a glimpse of a figure in the darkness... he saw nothing. Letting out a deep sigh of relief, Rhys reflected on his current situation. He was currently in his unglamoured form, a large and imposing black dog. It would certainly be easier to roam these halls in his glamoured form, but Rhys had a secret love for scaring people in his true form... although, it never happened. He just liked to pretend he was scary.
Turning on his paws, he quickly trotted down towards the end of the hall, trying to be as quiet as possible... which was certainly very hard for Rhys. He let out a low grumble as he reached the stairs. The stairs... Rhys hated the stairs. He was always afraid of falling face first down them. With a huff, he headed down them, towards the very first hall. He liked being on the first hall, as being closer to the ground made him feel more like home. Anything not on the first floor was NOT kosher for him.
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CornixElecti @
Burnmoon @
ElveraBasilisk @
slothtoast @
blackcosmos @
Jenkow @
SeiryuuJanaisha @
Dragonofyang @
mimikkyu
Sola could hear her voice echoing throughout the hallway as she sang to herself as per usual. It was a gentle, yet haunting melody; she danced to herself a little as well, dreaming of the day when she'd find someone who'd want to dance with her, too. However, she was much too shy to interact directly with anyone in the mansion. She usually stayed in her room, alone. It was miserably lonely, and she heavily disliked it, but she found herself unable to work up even a bit of courage to talk to someone herself. She doubted anyone would be interested anyway.
Her illusions had made her room into an expansive white ballroom, with marbled floors and golden lights. The place of her dreams. If one were to be inside, the illusion would've been so convincing to the point they could almost feel the cold hardness of the floors and walls. She was starting to get tired, holding this illusion. Oh well. There was still enough energy left in her for one, maybe two more, dances.
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CornixElecti @
Burnmoon @
ElveraBasilisk @
slothtoast @
blackcosmos @
Jenkow @
SeiryuuJanaisha @
Dragonofyang @
mimikkyu
Sola could hear her voice echoing throughout the hallway as she sang to herself as per usual. It was a gentle, yet haunting melody; she danced to herself a little as well, dreaming of the day when she'd find someone who'd want to dance with her, too. However, she was much too shy to interact directly with anyone in the mansion. She usually stayed in her room, alone. It was miserably lonely, and she heavily disliked it, but she found herself unable to work up even a bit of courage to talk to someone herself. She doubted anyone would be interested anyway.
Her illusions had made her room into an expansive white ballroom, with marbled floors and golden lights. The place of her dreams. If one were to be inside, the illusion would've been so convincing to the point they could almost feel the cold hardness of the floors and walls. She was starting to get tired, holding this illusion. Oh well. There was still enough energy left in her for one, maybe two more, dances.
