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Under the deep ultramarine sky Una looked almost otherworldly, the glow of the luminous fungi casting shadows on her moving form. At this point she prayed the wizard would find her, for without him she may perish within these damn woods. The howls of wolves made her pick up her pace, causing Una to stumble and lose her grip on her basket. In mere seconds two loaves of bread, a jar of preserves, six mushrooms and a tin of cookies flew out, scattering themselves onto the damp floor. After shuffling around in the dark the fair human managed to scrounge a few of the mushrooms and the now dented tin of cookies. Somewhere along the way she had also cut herself on the now broken jar which was leaking sweet peaches that would feed a colony of ants for centuries. "Blast," she hissed, holding her hand next to her.
It was now too dark to see, and Una was lost.
This was not a good start to a new begining.
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Long long ago in a land filled with magic, a family of warriors did their best to protect their people from the evils of the world. For centuries the royals fought one villain after another, each generations managing to get by (though some with more losses than others). It was the during the rein of the 15th King a dark wizard appeared before them threatening both their land and their lives. From then on the wizard would be a thorn in their side, becoming more powerful (and deadly) which each year that passed.
Eventually it became clear they lacked the ability to kill the wizard, but they could lock him away. It took time, focus, and the loss of the father, but on a gloomy winter day he was bound to his eternal prison deep within the earths bowls.
Beyond the castles dungeon, past the catacombs of old, an underground tower hangs over an abyss that seems to have no end. It was on the single bridge that lead to this tower the current Queen stood with her head held high while waiting for the series of locks, and doors, to be opened.
Today, was visiting day.
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Saffron gasped when he finally touched him, bucking his hips to urge him on. Tiny pants of pleasure were quited once his mouth found the others, and the sensation of hair tickling his upper lip made him smile. Heat long forgotten, Saffs worn hands pushed up the elves shirt, happily touching Viks scared skin. Occasionally when the other man would quicken his pace for a moment, or squeeze him, Saff found himself running his nails down his chest, leave tiny red trails behind.
With over 100 characters at my disposal, it can be a little tricky at times to choose who to use in a role-play! So I've picked out some of the dudes/dudettes who can be plopped in almost any setting and don't currently have a world to call their own! For the sake of an easy read each characters bio will be brief, but you are free to ask questions to learn more~
Maybe it was because they lived so far out in the country, the caravan lifestyle they had lived in their younger years, or the occasional smoke that made them a bit spacey that allowed Azras parents to be so open-minded when she was born into the world as an intersexed person. For many this would be an issue, but the two ex-teachers took it in stride. Az grew up in a loving, but sheltered, home where she was taught how to make her own jam and ride a bike by the age of 8. Wanting their daughter to see the world as they had, the Reens sent Az off on her 16th birthday to live with her somewhat distant uncle. There she learned how to fish, track rabbits, and tend to a simple garden. She also learned the basics of trade and bargaining when her Uncle brought her to market once a week. Once the girl felt she had learned all she could from her Uncle she set off, working as a carpenter's assistant before picking up various odd-jobs for long periods of time.
Magic was always in Beas life, starting from the day she was born. There was never any question of who her parents were, or where her bloodline came from. To her parents it was only a matter of time till she went off to learn the ins and outs of the magical world. Even with her heritage, Bea was sent to a public school so she could easily mingle with others and be more up to date with things. She was a diligent student, and was even considered popular by some, but rarely had friends over to her own house (she preferred to go to theirs or meet somewhere). The reason, she would tell them, was there wasn't much to do. Her parents didn't believe in having a lot of technology, or items that were unimportant. They didn't mind small trinkets or toys, but their daughter was never spoiled with talking dolls or small cars children would drive around their front lawn. They only had a computer for Bea to work on homework, and even then the connection was though the phone line. A medium sized TV acted to update them on the news or weather, though on occasion they'd site down and watch a movie. There were no video games or ping-pong tables, and the parts of the home her friends were allowed in tended to be sparse, as if they were living in a contemporary space. From time to time Beas friends would be offended from her lack of invitation, but after stepping inside the Victorian home they soon stopped pestering her for invites. Truthfully the rooms behind locked doors were less than boring, boasting courtyards that seemed to be from another world, a Zen garden that always had perfectly wracked sand, an armory with weapons that looked like they were pulled out of their time, and various other rooms full of treasures from her parents journeys. A small room held a simple fountain and her mothers bottle collection, another her fathers collection of exotic handmade rugs. To Bea it was not boring, why did she need to watch the latest drama when she could see such fantastical things, or visit her other very magical relatives? There were perks to the non-magical world, she understood that, but none of it could diminish her love of magic.
>>>Possible Fandoms; Harry Potter Universe, Sailor Moon
Felix hails from the dimension of Grou, or at least that’s the title he heard it being called a handful of times. To the halfling it is simply his world, and he knows little of it beyond the planet he grew up on. It is a magical place, and seems to have the scattered remains of a more technological race among it, perhaps from a apocalyptic situation long ago.
Here mixed breeds are fairly normal, and Felix was no exception. His mother, a Lindworm, sought out a powerful mate due to the lack of male Lindworms in her realm. She wished to have a brood that would become her minions,and so she choose a Ghillie Dhu, a guardian spirit, that roamed a gigantic forest near thesea. The creature wanted nothing to do with the Lindworm, wishing to be left inpeace, but in the end she had her way with him. As she rose to leave he cast a curse on her and her offspring, that they may give her trouble and cause her grief.
Out of the twelve eggs only six hatched, and from them only three were healthy little lindworms. Two were born without wings and cast out, and while Felix was in fine physical form, he was a gaudy shade of pink rather then a dull moss green like his brother. He too was cast out, and had it not been for a passing couple he wouldn't have survived as long as he did.
Even though the start of the halflings life was rather dark, the rest of it up till now has been fairly normal… or, as normal as a magical world can be. He set out in his twenties to make a name for himself, not wishing to burden his adoptive parents any longer. Thieving and loose women became part of his daily routine for many years before stumbling across a group of travelers wishing to break a cruse. With mention of treasure he joined their crew, however to this day it is unsure what ever happened on his journey. Eventually he returned, worn from time, to his family who quickly took him back in.
Since then he's been keeping a low profile, (but that might be because of the various wanted posters that started to show up).
>>>Possible Fandoms; N/A
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JOHN MALE | HE/HIM | HUMAN | 5'4 | 22 | ???
Little John was dropped on the doorstep of a Monastery when he was just a few weeks old, with nothing to connect him to the outside world but a handmade basket that looked ready to burst. The Monks who would raise him assumed the lad was from a poor family as he barely had any meat on his bones, and his ear had clearly been nibbled on by something (most likely a rat). Good to his elders, John did all of his tasks with little question or complaint. For whatever reason he enjoyed the mundane, and never liked doing anything mildly exciting. That is why he was extremely disappointed when while visiting the local village he was kidnapped along with a bunch of other villagers by Raiders. Seeing how helpful the boy could be, the men put him to work scrubbing their boots and polishing their swords. Just as John began to enjoy the smell of leather and see the softer side of the brutes, he was captured by their sworn enemy who later also saw his value and put him to work.
Since then, John has had a total of 48 masters varying in species, gender, and sanity. He has long lost any interest in being a holy man, but wishes his masters would stop being killed so he may live a somewhat peaceful life (even if he is enslaved).
Tamiko comes from a long line of Royal Shisa, Lion Dog Guardians that protected castles. Loyal to the family line she had been entrusted to protect, the female followed the family even after they fell to poverty, no longer living as nobles. When the last descendant passed away she ventured out, eventually coming across a village made entirely of spirits. There she decided she would like to try out something new, something similar than her previous line of work. Since then she has worked at the Brewery, acting as a mentor to the new spirits who are unused to hard labor and hours.
>>>Possible Fandoms; Spirited Away
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MIKAEL HALLEY NON-BINARY | THEY/THEM HE/HIM | HUMAN | 5'11 | 19 - 23 | PANSEXUAL
Friendly and easy-going, its not hard to like Mikael. He enjoys paling/goofing around others and always likes a good joke! Easily forgiving, Mika finds it difficult to hold grudges or stay mad at someone...which on occasion leads to others taking advantage of his good nature. Should he learn/figure out he is being used Mika will drag his feet though the whole process, slowly tearing apart whatever purpose they had for him.
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Mika grew up in a loving, but broken home (though he'd never agree with that term). His parents divorced when he was four after his mother tired of being tied to someone who couldn't make it to his own sons birthday parties, or even crawl in bed at night to spoon his drowsy wife. To Mika this mattered little, his father barely had a role in his life and Sarah (his mother) was all the little boy needed. Even though his father, Lux, was a poor parent he still loved his son and wished the best for him. Child support came every month on time, along with little gifts he was sure Mika would enjoy (but not before double checking with his ex wife). For years Lux was just a foggy memory and a name on a card. The small boy understood this man had helped create him, but he felt no attachment to him the way others boys did to their fathers. It was late October in middle school that Mika was re-introduced to his father under the florissant lights of a hospital.
A strange bond formed between father and son, one similar to that of an old man and his tiny next door neighbor. Whenever Sarah went to visit Mika would stop by, at first for only a few minutes and then until visiting hours were over. While the dying man was pleased to finally know his son, Lux didn't want the boy to see his rapidly worsening health. "You wanna help me kid?" He asked one day after the boy had mumbled about wanting to do something for him. "Cause unless you have a packet of cigarettes on you, you're not much of a help. Do you have any?" Mika shook his head, unaware of the ironey of a cancer patient asking for more smokes. "Tch, thats what I thought. Now if you REALLY want to be a help, why not work with your mom to make those kids down the hall smile? I'm sure they'd like a friend to talk to." Urged on by his fathers words, Mika begged his mom to take him to the hall he had been told about. Sighing, Sarah managed to bring him inside on their next visit, introducing him to a group of frail children with bright eyes and endearing smiles. From that day on Mika vowed to do something to keep these kids smiling, joining a small group called "Crafts for Cancer" whose funds went to the hospital for cancer research.
Currently, he takes a few classes at the local community college when he's not working at an ice-cream shop.
>>> Possible Fandoms; Harry Potter, Percey Jackson
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WILMA O'MALLY MALE | HE/HIM | HUMAN | 5'6 | 23 | BISEXUAL
On a chilly morning in March, Wilma O'Mally came into this world. His mother, Melissa, looked down at him with tired but happy eyes, and vowed to give her son the best life she possibly could give. Wilmas cause of creation wasn't out of love...or well it wasn't out of lack of love anyway. It had been the night of Prom. Melissa and her best friend Bill attended it together since they hadn't been able to find dates. After a few hours of dancing under low lights, drinking out of a flask, and smoking weed with the janitor out back, the two teenagers found themselves in the back of Bills car. It was only after they sobered up (and puked a few times) that they resized A: A straight girl just had sex with a gay boy, and B: They hadn't used a condom. Of course there were freak-outs, tears, and denial, but eventually the two were able to mend their friendship and figure out just what they were supposed to do next.
High school had been hard, juggling classes and a baby was never easy, but the new mother was blessed with parents who continued to love their daughter, even when she chose to not go to college and get a stable job while Grandma and Grandpa watched little Will. At the age of 5 Melissa and Will left the small two story house they had known all their lives, an journeyed out into the country with a plan and an RV. Thanks to the internet, Will was able to get an education while on the road. That life was full of adventure, or at least it was until Will turned 15. Then it was just a hassle. So they set out to find a new non moving home, and high-school. The last six years of Wills life has been spent in a small town in the middle of Wyoming. Their meager apartment wasn't the grandest of places, but it allowed the teen to finally make friends. It also meant Melissa could now date, and date she did. Over time Will met countless men, but remembered very few of their faces. When he was 17 Will met David, an environmentalist his mother had been dating for a few months. Under Davids' influence the boy got into the Green Movement, and spent whatever free time he could with David (when he wasn't with Melissa). It seemed like finally everything was coming together, he would have a dad, his mom would be happy, and they would be a real family in a real house. But as they say, thing aren't always what they seem.
It was raining when the phone call came. Their lights were flickering, threatening to go out. Will watched as his mother struggled to breath as she held the phone, tears streaming down her fair face. David, their David, was dead. He was an eco-terrorist, the officer on the other end of the line explained to her. They had infiltrated a sawmill and tried sabotaging it. David hadn't managed to get out on time. His body was found two miles downstream.
After that Will seemed to retreat from that world. He stopped socializing all together, and spent little time studying for school. Once he graduated he took up a job at the local grocery store, working the late shift. When he was off Will spent his time in the nearby forest, walking around for hours until it was almost too dark to see. It took some time but Will was able to get over Davids death and has worked the past two summers at a plant nursery. It seems the plants, and sun, have done him a lot of good.
>>> Possible Fandoms; Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, Digimon, Harvest Moon, Rune Factory
There was nothing about Petunia that was an accident. There couldn't be. Everything that had to with her conception was planned, in cases like hers it had to be. But before we go into that perhaps some backstory is needed?
It all began with a woman, a power hungry, money loving, partying going woman. Her name, is Kassia Rosewater, and she really never planned on being a mother in the traditional sense. There was no dream of watching her child as they walked down the aisle, or holding a tiny hand as a baby took its first steps. No, Kassia Rosewater simply wanted to get rich and die young looking. She wanted to live lavishly and have good company (her kind of good company anyway) not matter what the cost. Which is why on February 2nd, 2006, she knew she had to have a baby. Now this wasn't her first child, far from it. Kassia carried her first two daughters (one from her second, the other from her third) the old fashioned way, but due too complications with Sarah (her second), she was unable to carry anymore children in her womb. This wasn't an issue until she met and wooed Charles Radcliff, a wealthy investor with a kind smile and very nice eyes. He was getting on in age and while he wished to marry, he also wanted a child. Since he was human and unaware of his lovers magical background, a spirit born babe was out of the question. Distressed, Kassia turned to her guardian for help. Dilan and Kassia were quite close, closer than most would imagine. They were lovers, and there was nothing Dilan would not do for her lady love. It had always been a complicated relationship, Kassia seemed incapable of loving the way others loved. She had cared for some of her husbands, and she held her children in a special place in her heart but it was never love. The wizard always knew how Dilan felt, so it was no surprise to Dilan when she asked her to do a task most would turn down in an instant. Her requests weren't frequent, but when she made them it was clear she was manipulating the bond she had with her Guardian. So of corse once the idea of having a serogate mother carry her much needed child popped into her inflated head, Kassia was quick to ask Dilan to do it for her. Eventually when Kassia had showed enough affection and "gratefulness" (some part of Dilan always questioned if was always an act or sincere) Dilan gave in to her request, with the promise that this would only happen one time. Of corse Kassia agreed, after all she doubted she'd marry a human again, and plans were made for this baby to come into the world. So, nine months later Dilan was rushed into the hospital and met Petunia face to face for the first time.
Petunia spent little of her childhood around her biological parents or birth mother, and even less once she reached the age of 8. Like many of her sisters before her she was raised in a large estate purchased by her mother decades ago, set far from the nearest human town. In all the years it has stood it has always reflected Kassias love of the 1920s and 30s, changing very little well after those decades past. Because of this Petunia grew up knowing nothing of television, or the internet. She passed the time with needlework, horseback riding, and singing when she wasn't being taught how to be a proper lady by her Governess. The growing girl led a quiet, but pleasant life, although a few of the servants would mutter how lonely she must get without a mother about. Her father had been out of the picture since she was five, and any request she made to learn about him or speak to him was dismissed.
Even though the majority of her time was spent at the Estate, Petunia did leave her home (escorted of course) to go to lavish galas, or to the Opera. Usually those who attended were magical in some way, shape, or form, and if they were not Petunia was none the wiser.
>>> Possible Fandoms; Harry Potter, Professor Layton, Touch Detective
