Roleplay

[center][img]https://data.whicdn.com/images/61200952/original.gif[/img] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/230726/f562ee70989fec250db44efed2de1b5d.png[/img] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/3259656/1]OOC thread[/url] ||[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/3263601#post_54812284] Character List[/url] || [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S9k0Ofub9Zk&ab_channel=LexiR]Theme 1[/url] &[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ew6h4Q3Tah8&ab_channel=AirwaveMusicTV]Theme 2[/url] life flowed like a familiar melody, each of you immersed in the rhythms of your own daily routines. The sunlit streets echoed with the chatter of vendors, the footsteps of hurried businessmen, and the laughter of children at play. wherever in the world you hailed from your life as it should be. Till there was a rumble beneath your feet. As if like from some movie or book you watch as the world seems to split between your feet. There was shock...but then...there was falling....for a while it seemed endless, nauseating even. Then it was cold. As you finally glance around you find yourself surrounded by others in a similar situation....all in what seemed to be some large...indoor....collosium. There stand many people watching in awe... No longer where you originally came from...you were chosen by the coliseum "Our summon was a success!" A man called causing applause before quieting once more "Welcome Champions to Paratha! You have each been chosen in order to enhance the skills you were born with as you have now manifested!. No matter your background, noble to commoner you have been if you hone your skills you will be given a chance for riches, glory, and even titles as you partake in Trials! I wish you each the best!" That was all the information you were given before 4 people stepped forward dressed in different uniforms. They each glanced upon each of you before stepping forward each offering you a path. Magician, Knightage, Scholar, or Link. Despite your disorientation, these 4 people offer to help you find your path. You have grown up in a world where one can only hope to awaken an ability in order to find more in life.....and that chance has just fallen into your lap which path will you choose? Magicians : able to use some sort of magic without the accompaniment of a tool, though can use things such as wants, books, or words of enchantment in order to help them channel their magic if they want Knights: Those that choose to walk a path with a blade, or weapon of some sort, can use magic if they want such as setting a sword on fire, or making an arrow fly faster with wind...usually use element-based magic if they have any. Scholars: whether given a gift of magic, or with a sword they choose to bide their time in the research of any subject that entices them, often they also can become officials, secretaries, or any part of management as well. Links: the rarest of all, Links are able to choose a partner and form a contract. Depending on the links innate ability they can strengthen their partner by leaving the material plane of their human form to become something else ( a familiar, a weapon, or item ) [/center]

[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/230726/d424507d3f1944605726bb7fb8f3c29a.png[/img] [img]https://animesher.com/orig/1/161/1615/16154/animesher.com_tanbarun-gif-prince-zen-1615445.gif[/img][/center] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/230726/dfaca7260fd3bcbe0a96792da9b6b129.png[/img] Name | age | Gender | Gift | username [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/3259656/1#post_54704425] Akane Kure [/url]| 20 | Female | Poisonous Butterfly | Dangerousgirl [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/3259656/2#post_54713288]Léone Chevre[/url] | 21 | Demigirl | Trompe l’œil | AngryFits Reserved | 00 | F/M | Gift | MidnightSun [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/230726/39e037c076f0ef6c2a4a38117d28e90e.png[/img] Name | Age | Gender | Gift | username [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/3259656/3#post_54754916]Schuylar [/url]| 34 | Female | Ardor-blossom Knight | biao Reserved | 00 | F/M | Gift | MidnightSun [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/3259656/4#post_54821066]Azzy [/url]| 20 | ? | Blood and Flame | Goldenwolfmidna [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/3259656/6#post_54834763]Alea Amato[/url] | 27 | Female | Parting Gift | IvoryMist [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/3259656/6#post_54835213]Pearse Mossomond [/url]| 19 | They | Chivalry isn't Dead | Fishtastic [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/3259656/6#post_54835565]Reece Brooks[/url] | 29 | Male | Dragon Force | Dangerous Girl [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/230726/5a6bb09dcf489293b6ebd83e0fe21e05.png[/img] Name | age | Gender | Gift | username [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/3259656/1#post_54704425]Sora Aoyama[/url] | 17 | male | Blueprint | DangerousGirl [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/3259656/6#post_54835565]Fraya Brooks [/url]| 24 | Female | Star Dragon | DangerousGirl [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/230726/63124947e14fc65dc54dcac61d4b2a5d.png[/img] Name | age | Gender | Gift | Current Partner | username [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/3259656/1#post_54704425]Adelaide Zeno[/url] | 18 | Famale | Reborn Pheonix | Open | DangerousGirl [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/3259656/3#post_54745940]Alain Naerieth [/url]| 20 | Male | None | Cursed Amulet | Fishtastic

@AngryFits @MidnightSun @Biao @Goldenwolfmidna @IvoryMist @Fishtastic

In the heart of a realm veiled in many mysteries and steeped in ancient legends, there stood a colossal structure Owned by no single kingdom but a place where all gather. A place that stirred both awe and trepidation in the hearts of all who laid eyes upon it. The Coliseum of Champions, they called it, a hallowed arena that seemed to rise from the very fabric of the earth itself. Its towering walls, etched with enigmatic symbols and adorned with weathered sculptures, loomed like silent sentinels guarding secrets long forgotten.

On a day when the sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden hue across the land, a disparate array of individuals from all corners of the realm found themselves inexplicably drawn to the Coliseum's imposing gates. Each arrived with anticipation of those who would appear during the Calling. Each contestant summoned carrying a unique story, a different purpose, yet all shared one thing, the singular chance to make a name for themselves - their paths all diverged in every conceivable manner, yet now, they converged upon the center of the filled stadium.

The atmosphere crackled with otherworldly energy as if the very air pulsated with Fates threads. A whisper of wind carried an ancient chant, a refrain that resonated deep within the hearts of those chosen. The words were indistinct, yet their meaning was unmistakable: a summons, a calling, a destiny yet to unfold. The ground shook beneath the feet of those called. The world opened up beneath them a pit of darkness and a disturbing chill surrounding the bodies of the chosen. The orb floating at the center of the coliseum glowed and sang in a strange enchanting tone before beams of light called each new champion. Those that filled the stands Were now silent as they peered upon those who had appeared...for it was the first time in 7 years that the Colesium had chosen champions....and so many at that...

Then the whispering silenced as this year's Holder of the ceremony beamed clearly believing he was part of the reason it had succeeded in the first place. The bells rang each a different tone "Welcome Champions! You have been chosen by the Relm for a chance at greatness! Choose your path wisely! Play your cards right!....And you might just achieve something above what you once were!

Two people then stepped forward within the Colesium floor A male with long hair and a large broad sword strapped to his back. He took his sword plunging it into the intracate cobblestone ground and grinned "Welcome Welps. I am Knight Brooks. Those of you who choose the path of the knight will Spend the next 6 months training under me!"

A man with a long bearded and white robe held a large staff made from magna stone and held a look of judgment "I am Xanders of the Mages Tower....Should you have an aptitude for Magic I shall test you of your skills to give you a chance to study directly under the best mages this world has to offer"

The Owl perched upon the shoulder of the bowman standing next to the mage Shifted into a woman in her 40s "Hello, Though rare I am a Link....Those of you who are found to be able to bond with others will learn the extent of your abilities through me....and should anyone here find themselves graced with a Link that wishes to partner with you I shall aid in helping you learn to work as a team" she said with an elegant bow of her head.

Last but not least was a short small girl who looked No older than 16 stepped forward her tone blank as if it held no emotion or compassion "I am Fraya....Scholar...." That was all she said... Knight Brooks nudged the girl who sighed and then continued "Keeper of the Castle of Wisdom...if no other path pleases you....you may....join us in our research"

(That feels anxiety inducing, thinking that I have to compare to that wonderful starter. I'll give it a shot, not much to work off of, but It's a start. No pun intended)

'Alright, this feels like village guard. The coach looks like he'll be a bit harsh but I can work with that.' Alea looked down, anything could be a test. Trust issues sucked didn't they. Her crossbow lay loaded, strung at her hip. It was the weapon she had trained with the most in village guard. Being a scout she wasn't meant to be up close and personal. The strung bolt held fast, gravity holding it in place. The amount of times she gotten paranoid the string would fail and it would misfire was quite large. However the silver pattern that held the string to the back of the chamber in the white wood had yet to fail. It had a soft single wave pattern that matched the color of the arrowhead. The arrowhead, albeit a little smaller than most, was sharp enough to burry deep into wood. And she carried more in the quiver on her back. Hopefully village guard prepared her for what was ahead, but there was no telling.

"I guess this is it, huh" She mumbled to herself, studying each. She had made the decision to choose knight. Her skill with the crossbow, and the combat knife at close ranges meant that weapon combat should be her specialty. Hopefully she was right in that thought. She looked the knight in his eyes. Her look stern, no hint of fear in them. She showed her confidence with her stance, not overconfidence, but she portrayed a false sense of she knew what she was doing. No amount of studying could have prepared her nerves for this moment. She held his gaze for a moment, and then started forward. Heading towards the knight.

"Sir, if you choose to do so, I look forward to training under you." She lowered her head, notifying herself that she was NOT an equal with him. She still showed no fear, just submission that was justified with respect.

(Really hope I did alright here, if there's anything to change, let me know.)

(i know exactly how you feel. starters are my bane <3)

Léone had been walking home from work.

She worked at a library, though she didn’t really see herself as befitting of the title “librarian”. She just did her work, stocking shelves, and tried to avoid talking to people as best she could, as always.

Léone closed her eyes and lifted her head to the sky, drifting listlessly through the village street. She listened to the sounds of her shoes scuffing against the pavement, of birds singing and strangers laughing. She relished in these quiet walks before arriving home, a backwards place where comfortable silence turned tense and awkward.

Léone froze. There was a new sound today. A deep rumbling beneath their feet, as if the earth’s very stomach was rumbling. And… singing? It was faint but definitely a bit ominous.

Suddenly and with incredible quickness, the vibrations increased in intensity, like some kind of man-eating monster was tunneling underground, had just noticed Léone’s presence, and was now charging towards them. A confused yelp escaped their lips in spite of themself, and a painful sensation overtook them; it felt as if their body was being ripped in half. What is..?

And then they were gone.

When Léone’s eyes fluttered open, she found herself in the Coliseum. She listened to the overseers’ speech in awe, her eyes darting across the faces of her peers.

The murmurings of her fellow “contestants” reflected her own thoughts: Where am I? What’s going on? Can I go home? Léone clenched her teeth, running her fingers along her braided hair. The concept of “Champions” wasn’t exactly well-known in her distant village. This was all completely alien.

Léone was snapped out of her thoughts as she noticed the other “contestants” beginning to trickle forward, diverging into the four classes. She didn’t want to be left behind.

Rigidly, as if in a trance, she began to step forward, towards the path of Magicians.

(goblin will come later. I've been getting really fatigued from writing lately :( [s]I want to write more but brain says no[/s]) [font=Optima][emoji=yellow gem size=1][size=4][color=#256145][b] A L A I N [/b][/color] [color=#448565] Interactions: None, open[/color][/font] [color=#448565]"This feels very unnecessary!"[/color] Argued a doomed man. He had been sentenced to the confines of his room. A haven of comfortable pillows, unfinished sewing, and unkempt fancy. Normally a place he'd dream of wasting away in now he wanted only to be far away. In front of him stood two people who's features he recognized but faces did not. Behind him was one more, gripping his wrists tightly against the chair he was forced into. It all happened so quickly. Alain was getting ready for the day when they appeared suddenly in his mirrors reflection. There wasn't a word from any of them until they warned him not to speak too loud- lest he want to never talk again. Looking into their eyes now he saw focus and hate. This was premeditated for sure and he was nearly certain he wouldn't be talking no matter how quiet he whispered. "Silence, Naerieth! Your house has forfeited and yet you still rule. You have left us no choice but to act on your negligence!" Spoke the one closest to him. This person stood so close he could practically feel the rage emanating off of him. It was heavy in the air and choked his airways. His heart pounded in his ears and thoughts raced deeper in. None of them offered a way out, no it was too late for words to save him. Daylight shone through gossamer curtains. The golden rays catching the sharp edge of a heavy blade held tight in the speakers hand. It looked to be a kitchen knife but that hardly mattered. [color=#448565]"Please. I- T-there has to be..."[/color] He stuttered in a voice so meek. It was as if he was talking underwater. A rumble joined the fluttering in his chest and a hymn followed the screams in his mind. The assailant could not be moved by childish stuttering and fallen tears. They stepped forward and brought up the knife. In a swift and practiced movement it cut through the air...and missed completely. It never met Alain's throat as it was meant to. In fact it was gone- and so was it's target. - Everything was black. Alain was sure he was dead in the eternity of darkness that swallowed him. No, he was only gone for an instant. Something had saved him. When his senses were returned to him he was on his back in a wash of hot sand. The ringing in his ears turned out to be the shouting of a crowd. Relief turned back to panic but before he could get up something else had to add to his overstimulation. [i]Shck![/i] A sudden pain through the entirety of his right hand sent him flying to his feet. He did not get out of the situation unscathed it seemed. The knife had followed him through whatever wormhole brought him here. Now it stuck crooked out of his palm, the end poking just barely out of the back of his hand. [color=#448565]"Ouch ouch ouch!"[/color] Alain grumbled as he pulled the blade out and cast it into the sand. The adrenaline in his blood kept it from hurting all that much. He felt almost nothing more than a strange pressure and a numbness in two fingers as he held the wounded hand with his other. Alain looked around now that that was mostly settled. He had survived but what in the world is going on now?

[list][list][size=5][url=https://static.tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pub/images/87c6edb5607fc178c927a38f7699b786_kopia.jpg][color=#8D1237]* [/color][/url] [color=transparent]0[/color][b]A[/b] K A N E[color=transparent]0[/color] [/size] [size=90]_________________________________________[/size] [size=75][ [color=#8D1237]age[/color] ] 20 [ [color=#8D1237]Tags[/color] ] Alain [ [color=#8D1237]Location[/color] ] Coliseum [/size][/list][/list] She had heard his grumbling all her life. The endless disappointment in his many offspring, herself included, was his main topic when he talked to himself. Currently, he was doing just that as he sat smoking a cigar in his office as he stared out the window looking over his domain in the cold north. "You and Cedar are the only ones who bring even an ounce of worth....despite how little it is....do tell me you have made [i]some [/i]progress in the task I gave you." His red eyes met hers and she curtsied in respect to her father. A duke in his own right...one of 5 in their kingdom....and he was by far the most corrupt of them all. [color=8D1237]"Brother took care of the child of the Sylva family....and I have made the Diamond mine and dungeon in their territory....unusable" [/color]She watched her father tap the ashes into a small gold-ordained container before huffing once more "And your siblings?" He questioned [color=8D1237]"Roxanna is currently headed to the capital...Simon is training just as you asked him to in order to begin working with me and my elder brother by the time the Ice passage melts. " [/color] It was silent for a moment before his eyes narrowed "And the twins?" God dam- She took a deep breath [color=8D1237]"I am unsure I have not seen the boys in two days...I am sure they are running amok somewhere...Last I heard they had found interest in using the kitchen staff to test their....inventions on" [/color] Her father was dissatisfied with most of it but he said nothing before his eyes made their way to the door "And....your mothers?" he asked. Ah, he was asking about all the things she would rather not report on today. [color=8D1237]"Well.... three of them are currently in the greenhouse...and.....[i]my [/i]mother " she stressed " Is in her quarters as usual...."[/color] Everyone....Everyone in this house was insane... None of the siblings of house Kure were sane.... nor were their mothers for agreeing to marry such a man....even her own mother was confined to her quarters when she lost her mind years ago.....and at times Akane had wondered whether or not she was even sane herself...for the only thing she had to compare her state of mind to were her family....and the servants desperate enough to work in such a hell hole. Ah how she wished the ground would just swallow her up and she could simply sleep forever in the earth's crust.....But she could not... For only memories would plague her....there would be no rest. But then as if hearing her prayer the earth did in fact open up her father standing eyes wide as he watched his daughter fall through the floor. She was too shocked to even think...and by the time she could, she found herself in a completely unfamiliar place as she glanced around on edge. Then she heard it...The complaints of pain from someone nearby. She walked over to the boy she was still in the fantastical gown her father had made her wear....as if the villainous woman out of a fairytale. none the ness she extended her hand to the boy and asked [color=8D1237]"Are you alright?"[/color] [list][list][size=5][url=https://i.pinimg.com/1200x/e3/ce/de/e3cede7ff59a03a2beb574e33bc3c193.jpg][color=#B87333]* [/color][/url] [color=transparent]0[/color][b]R[/b] E I C E[color=transparent]0[/color] [/size] [size=90]_________________________________________[/size] [size=75][ [color=#B87333]age[/color] ] 29 [ [color=#B87333]Tags[/color] ] Leone, Alea[ [color=#B87333]Location[/color] ] Coliseum [/size][/list][/list] The first to emerge from the many that had appeared was what seemed to be a rather [i]guarded [/i]young lady. He smirked as she stood in front of him letting out a small laugh that seemed to come from deep within his chest. he leaned in hands on his hips as he studied her [color=#B87333]"You got guts kid.....I like ya' " [/color]he said before offering her his hand to shake. the moment she did there was a small pin in his hand...one that could be attached wherever she pleased [color=#B87333]"Welcome to the Knights Templar....I hope you make it through training"[/color] he said to her. Between Reice and the owl lady from before they seemed to be about the friendliest out of the four awaiting everyone's choices. As the Mage standing next to him simply stared down at the girl who seemed to have been summoned while on the job. Reice's eyes watched as The stuffy old man just stared at the girl walking towards him and he sighed [color=#B87333]"Why must my two favorite people be the least capable in these situations"[/color] he said to himself before nudging the Mage forward "[color=#B87333]You look almost as rigid as Fray...say something" [/color]he said in a hushed tone...or well his version of it anyway. Xanders sent a rather stern glare to the rough-and-tumble knight before glancing at the girl "do you think yourself worthy of magic?" he asked. He glanced her over before he placed his hand out. It wasn't a handshake but it was an offer of a pin that symbolized the mage's tower. "I hope you exceed my expectations" Reice could only shake his head.....Xanders meant well..truly...but he always had a way of making his words sound demeaning...

"Yeah, I hope so too." She said, taking the pin and slipping it into one of her many pockets. She didn't want to put it on just yet, maybe it could be something that she used as motivation. The crowd was a bit overwhelming, and made her shudder. She'd been good at hiding it though, as it was almost unnoticeable. She had a whole two months of training to hide signs of weakness such as fear and sadness. It was almost second nature to do so.

'Training means sparring, typically. Should I scout my competition?' She thought to herself, looking among the other various people who were here. They seemed to all have they're own strengths and weakness. One of them looked injured, but she didn't know him enough to try to help. It wasn't her job after all, "Don't help what you can't handle." She recited to herself. Those words were constant in that two months of mental training. She didn't know the guy, she shouldn't help him. Even if there was a bit of guilt for going that way, it was better to remember that training. Her dad's words, however, rang in her head. "No sacrifice to great," was something her dad had told her often when she was young. She was conflicted, months of training in that single topic told her she didn't know the guy, and that she shouldn't help. The other side of her wanted to care, wanted to show some form of sympathy. She stood there, her training was much more prevalent to her.

Somewhere inside of her new that her training had broken a part of her, one that was meant to help others, to stay caring. That part of her was taped over with caution, and it didn't look like it was gonna disperse any time soon.

(Listening to "The Greatest Plan" While typing this really had me going. Funny how music changes how I feel so quickly)

Before Léone could stop herself, she found herself wrinkling her nose at her new mentor. “I do,” she returned, a bit more harshly than she had intended. “Um… thanks,” she added, collecting her brooch. She studied it in her hand, turning it such that it reflected the setting sun brilliantly, and her stomach began to churn a bit. A restless sort of excitement, like something was changing forever--granted, for better or for worse. She fastened the pin to her dress.

She glanced passively at Brooks. That name he’d mentioned, “Fray”, it sounded familiar. Oh, right. The leader of the Scholars who seemed to be falling asleep during her speech.

I’m not that lifeless. Right? Léone thought, but she didn’t dare say it aloud. She didn’t know how the Knight would feel about the comment, or what these people can do when angered…

She lowered her head and began to drift aside. She clutched the skirts of her dress and released them with unease. Her eyes wandered to the nearby Knight woman, who seemed to be looking at something in the distance. Following her gaze, she noticed the injured one in the distance and hesitated as well.

This place was framed as one for learning, but Léone couldn’t dismiss the choice of being kept in a coliseum. Friends could easily turn to foes once it comes to it. The Knight seemed to understand this, too. Léone couldn’t help but feel a sense of solidarity in their distance, ironically enough.