Roleplay

@EternallySacred Ahh Pacific niisan xD Once again jealous with your coding lol, I’ll pin him to the front page soon

@ColorfulShadows Accepted! I’ll pin her to the front page asap

Name: Xkanji {Pronounced Za-Shun-Ji}

Age: Ancient

Gender: Non-Binary

Personality: They are fickle. Truth of word and loyalty beseeches them, although they may extend a kind hand, they are as equally as likely to extend a cruel, malicious one. Hard to understand and almost impossible to tame, they think and move strangely. They are, after all, as old as time- the space wavers and the air doesn't feel quite right around them- natural, uncomfortable, beyond this time and this world. Resentful, and yet forgiving- the god is of duality and change, never halting with the flow of order, sometimes opposing it in spite. Who could hope to understand their mind, with the agony none but another of great power and wisdom could face? Xkanji is not so wise, however, merely thoughtful and word-worthy. A masked dace, with a hundred different guises, this god does not even know themselves truly, and faces such a hard truth commonly.

Appearance: Xkanji is dark-skinned, with tones of earthly, rich and deep soil covering their skin, vast and dark as the night sky. Stern, sharp features, but soft eyes of silver that almost make the god look blind- like they are, in a way. The god does not see as others so- they feel and sense movements, creating a projection of the world around them for miles upon miles at a time, seeing emotions and auras in places of color. Their hair is separated into thousands of long strands of woven braids, almost dissipating into the hair like a smoke where it touches their mid-back.

They are covered with tattoos draw with a pure white that shimmers, moving and growing and living on them. One arm is drawn with two vines- one grasping, dying, shriveling and pitiful thing, but another, strong, passionate and healthy, blooming and strangling it to let it's own beauty outshine. The intersecting shoulder holds a skull crafted of landscapes- deserts, forests, nature in raw form. In opposition, the other half is permanently engraved with a pleading mass, spiraling and entangled souls who paint a heartbreaking, horrifying picture off tragedy on bare skin. Circling their collarbone is a wreath of small birds, forgiving and intelligent and peaceful unlike the calamities of the rest, and onto their back is a scale of balance which fades into a drip trail that is surreal, like falling blood which never moves past their lower back.

Bio: Xkanji is as old as time itself. Their creation is unknown, and long forgotten, and their origin is instead whispered to be born of the night sky, or maybe the earthy soil. None of these whispers ever reach their ears.

Xanji is a god of history, with a past richer then their future. They used to be a benevolent god, who believed not in spite, but in purity, and refused to surrender or acknowledge the darkness of the world eons ago. That was when they were once friends with the Guardians at best- acquaintances might be more appropriate. As time passed and civilizations grew, Xkanji became distant, and often pondered the balance they were to protect, reminded of duty. To leave the dark to fester and the light to shine? Again and again, it continued on until it made no sense, the bad and the good and everything in between. Now, there was only balance. A scale not to tip, a reminder, a place to hold and tasks to heed, but it was never enough, never quite right, never filling. In this world, there could only ever be order, but Xkanji was tired of order. They began to question their roles, their actions, what they had to do and who they had to take command from. In the end, they ruled no one. Who could try to contain, to mock and disregard a god, after all? They fled to no-man’s land, and stayed there but for few disturbances and actions of equal kindness and malevolence, reflecting on what was and what could not be.

The monsters that surface, the sudden unbalance in the Sea Guardians peaked their interest and alsi sought their pleas by many people, those who still prayed upon them in need for foolish hope, and they have arisen from chaotic solitude to bear down upon the earth again.

Extras: Unofficially, Xkanji is the god of Equilibrium. Balance, Chaos, Order, Peace, Duality and Change all play into role, but they are neutral to all. Unlike their title suggests, they are not mature enough - or perhaps, too mature- for such a role. They were robbed of their sight by the God of Creation for their questioning, and has resented them for the loss of color and true light that shall remain forever.

Along with basic godly enhancements, they can neutralize any scenario by blocking or halting power use, or even movement, depending on the strength and status of an individual, forcing them to rely on physical attacks, or calm and soothe warring minds to listen to him and take his words into strong consideration (Not mind control, he cannot force or make them do a single thing except calm down). It can also be noted when halting or calming others, they cannot use any of their other active powers. Nature and the Earth also calls to them, and they can do such magic or summoning with it, although they must always accompanied by their companion, a lynx of bound light, in order to do anything passed minimal. Destruction magic also comes to them, but this is also menial unless they are accompanied by their other companion, a panther-shaped wisp like a shadow, and cannot outright destroy or kill most complex living things {Humans, Gods, Any Sentient OCS, etc.} .These powers cannot be used dually, and the creatures cannot be truly harmed or killed by magic or physical attacks, only outsmarted if driven away from him, although weakened by any attacks nonetheless, like a power source that can fade, but always return with time. They may also feel and know emotions of others, although they cannot influence them, and sense auras- brightness, shade and dimness all determine their power level and his opinion of them.

Accepted ^^ All of the new characters are now added to the front page, correct me if I’m missing any or if I’m wrong in anyway >x<

@Vistriai Accept!

~Street rat of Eon~
Name: Mason
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Personality: Mischievous, Cunning, Stubborn, Cowardy, Opportunist

Appearance: He’s roughly 5’5” tall, still growing but the lack of proper nutrition seem to stagger his growth, he is, of course, underweight, but not to the point that his skin stick to his bones. His handsome face might have been tainted with dirt and sweat. His hair was messy, tangled and odd looking, it could be that he might have cut it himself, looking like he hasn’t shower for days and that’s probably true. Brown tunic that looked too good to be on him with an oversized cloak, and a pair of black trousers, he’s usually seen barefoot “Good for the job.” He said.

Bio: Orphan at birth, his mother died during labor and his father would be better off dead as he had bailed the very moment he knew about the pregnancy. He had been brought to an orphanage by a relative from the father’s side, as they probably pity the child. Growing up, Mason has always been a troublemaker, the caretakers barely put up with his antics, he made more enemies than friends, always talk big but he more than once failed to protect the people that he actually cares about from the bullies in the orphanage, eventually he stopped trying.

On the day he was finally going to be adopted by a Baron, who had been unable to have kids, Mason for some reason had bitten the offending hand of the man and ran away, from that day onward, he has been living on the streets. Mason has never stay in one town for too long, cause of all the messes he has made, but he decided that he enjoy living this way, free to do whatever he pleases, the only downside was to run from the guards if they ever find out about his crime. His small and swift frame helps him easily get away by maneuvering into the narrow places that the big, bulky guards can’t reach. He’d live through the day by any means, whether if it’s stealing, pickpocketing or just downright scamming and tricking people into giving him money, especially the foreigners as they are unfamiliar with the poor, harmless kid.

If someone were to talk about the Sea Guardians and the Gods with him, he’ll say whatever they want to hear as he had no belief in such trivial things, all he cares about was to have something to fill his stomach each day, and he doesn’t understand why people would be wasting food putting at these ‘shrines’ for something he had never seen come and take it, but the offerings would mysteriously disappear sometimes, he wondered it could have been that they changed their mind or other homeless had already eaten it. Mason is not above taking the offerings made for the Sea Guardians, for desperate measure of course, but well, it was an effective and non-energy consuming way to get free food.

Extra:
+ At the ripe age of a teenager, he can be difficult to deal with. Actually quite easy to provoke and always bite off bigger than he can chew.
+ A bit of a childish pervert, can be a nuisance to deal with for the ladies. He doesn’t understand the concept of same sex relationships, he isn’t sure how he feel about it, but he acts against it because he’s just going with the rest of the people to blend in.