forum "So... how do we end a war?" <<4/4 found family fantasy group rp>> ~ CLOSED :)

Started January 11, 2022 by Deleted user

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When a small, divided country is under the attack of a common threat, a ragtag group of individuals from entirely different backgrounds reluctantly band together in an attempt to save their convoluted world.

This was all based on this fantastically wild dream I had last year, and I decided, hell, why not make it an rp!

Basically, the premise of this is a pretty comedical, found-family, do whatever shit you want type of rp, but here's a bit more info and disclaimers if you're thinking of joining

~ andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)’s rules apply, duh B)
~ obscenities and the alike will be used :0
~ I was looking more for a found family so ROMANCE WILL NOT BE ON THE AGENDA. I mean, if everyone else ships the characters and it seems right, then sure. But I don't need a bunch of horny people or else I'll have to bonk you.
~ try to be descriptive in your replies!
~ And be pretty active! At least once or twice a week is great
~ That should be it! Lmk if you are beyond confused and I shall attempt to decipher this mess

(As of now) I have four roles available -

The (easily irritated, parent-figure) Vigilante: Camie ❤︎

The (stuck up, antisocial) Royal: @PrettyLittlePyro

The (lovably quirky, slightly clueless) Guide: Yours truly

The (questionable, yet cinnamon roll) Oracle: @For-The-Love-of-Cheese

(I’ll take whoever is left! :)

Here's the template :)

Name:
Nicknames:
Gender:
Age:
Species:
Appearance:
Personality:
Background:
Abilities (If applicable):

Name: Farah Dowling
Age: 23
Species: Fairy
Appearance: Farah is an attractive woman with dark brown eyes and ash blonde hair. She has a soft but defined jawline, and her figure is lean and curvy, even with muscles she's developed over the years. Farah is tall for a woman – 5'10" – and has long legs. She has a tattoo on her index finger of a line circling above her knuckle and three dots closer to her fingertips, and she speaks with a British accent.
Personality: Farah is typically a very closed-off and hardened woman, coming off as tough or having a hard outer shell. She has what could be defined as trust issues, but when someone can get past her stoic exterior, she's a total softie –kind, caring… motherly, almost. Even though she has trust issues, if someone earns her trust, she is loyal to a fault. She also can be reckless and headstrong in situations where she needs to be patient, however, she also tends to overanalyze at times as well. The overanalyzing happens when she is plotting behind the scenes, but in the heat of the moment, she is known for her "thoughtlessly calculated" tactics. Her presence takes up an entire space from the moment she enters, which can cause her to initially come off as a bit more intimidating than she actually is.
Background: Farah used to be a soldier in the country's army. She's been training since her teenage years to be one of the most elite trackers in the royal military. She is the daughter and only child of a high-ranking noble family who was determined to make her succeed, whatever the cost. So Farah spent hours upon hours in training sessions, working herself continuously to hone her techniques in both hand-to-hand combats and with various assortments of weaponry. Some sessions were better than others, but oftentimes, her trainers worked with Farah until the young girl passed out completely. Farah used to have bruises down her arms and back from falling since no one ever attempted to catch her. The sessions still haunt her. All Farah had wanted to do as a girl was impress her parents and the military leaders, who she was taught to respect and serve. While her family and trainers had given her guidance, it wasn't the guidance Farah really needed. Her parents made it abundantly clear on multiple occasions that Farah’s natural fighting abilities were the only reason she was valued. Now, Farah has run away from her family and military roots despite being one of the most accomplished trackers, agents, and fighters the country has ever seen. She lives in the streets as a vigilante, working on smaller cases the countries military doesn’t like to deal with or big cases that are kept hidden from everyone except those involved.
Abilities: Farah’s mind fairy abilities include telekinesis (the ability to move things with her mind), memory scanning (visualizing a person's previous encounters through their memories), and empathetic connections (being able to feel and even manipulate other people’s emotions). Additionally, through training, Farah has also learned the water fairy ability of hydrokinesis (the ability to control water with her mind), the fire fairy ability of incineration, and air fairy abilities including enhanced hearing and electrokinesis (the ability to manipulate electricity in the air with her mind). She also has the ability to create barriers (can be passed through by humans, fairies, and friendly creatures but not outside threats) and veils, specifically cryo-inducement veils (if anyone passes through without lowering the veil first, they will become immensely cold and unable to function, and their lips will turn blue) and prison veils (designed to restrain a person). It looks like she has a lot of abilities, but her abilities outside her mind fairy ones are a bit weaker, and she doesn't use them as often.

(I know it's a lot. Sorry about that. Is she okay?)

Name: August Cox
Nicknames: Idk, you come up with something.
Age: 15
Species: half human, half demon
Appearance: https://share-cdn.picrew.me/shareImg/org/202201/139707_RvWVkK1r.png (everything but the pupils)
Personality: gentle and kind, bad luck seems to follow him every were, sensitive about his lack of pupils, but other than that, he is open about almost everything.
Background: Father is a Demon, Mother is a human who died in birth. Dad desisted the having of a son, and promptly left him in the hands of a nanny humanoid goat.
Abilities: can clearly predict the immediate future and is able to see the past, present, and future. to do this, He must fall into a trance, and can't remember anything that is said, or happens while he in the trance. (August must be awoken out of the trance. He is unable to come out on his own.)

Name: Harper Aumorian
Nicknames: N/A
Age: 22
Sexuality: Bicurious

Species: Enhanced human
Appearance: As a prince, Harper is supposed to be handsome. Perfectly tanned skin, straight teeth, a practiced smile that can make anyone weak at the knees. His hair is always messy in a neat way, a dark blonde with natural lighter streaks and highlights. It's long enough to make him not look military, and wavy, so that it looks shorter than it really is. He has sharp, cold blue eyes that always show just how much he doesn't want to be there, and his profile, while handsome, always reminds someone of a first-class douchebag. Not many scars, because he's a priss, but he has callouses on his hands from sword training, and muscle. He's about 6'0'', and lean.

Personality: Harper is my stubborn boi. He’s usually very calm and in control, not easily riled up, but there are times when he just annoys. Everyone. He can be incredibly stubborn and pig-headed, even if his decision is going to cost something. If his mind is set on something, there is no turning back. Also very gentle and kind, but deadly if he needs to be. He hates people, and he won't talk to them or interact with them unless he absolutely has to. He's really smug at times, and will act as if he's the best as often as he possibly can. Because he is the best. He's a prince, after all. Super arrogant, not particularly loyal, slightly narcissistic, and he acts as if the world revolves around him. He also likes to crack morbid jokes at the worst possible time, and is a huge pessimist.
Background: Prince Harper was born to a king and queen who had only had miscarriages up to that point. This made him slightly spoiled, although they only realized what a jerk he was becoming when he grew older. He thought that everything he wanted should be his, making no one want to be around him. Finally, his parents had had enough, and they sent him to live with his hermit uncle for a couple years in his teens, so that he would learn manners, and maybe some common sense. This worked, but he lost interest in getting to know people entirely.

Abilities: Being enhanced, Harper has several powers that come from his bloodline, that most humans couldn't even dream of. It means that he can run faster, longer, is stronger, and his senses are more powerful than the average human. He also has what seems to be the ability to manipulate light into fire, healing, protection, and stuff like that. Slightly based off of the cleric class from dnd, if anyone knows what that is.

(This fr took an unnecessarily long amount of time, so I apologize. I'll have the starter up soon though! I promise!)
Name: Roan Zakoan
Nicknames: Ronnie
Gender: Non-binary, they/them
Age: 64 (Appears 14)
Species: Forest Sprite. (More commonly known as the tree-dwelling hippies that resemble the unholy offspring of a human, deer, and wolf)
Appearance: Has mocha colored skin, dotted with an array of freckles and a few questionable scars. Their wavy, reddish-auburn hair reaches down to their waist, parted slightly by their long pointed ears. they have small horns that resemble tree limbs, golden colored eyes, and an overall stubby physique. Their pudgy figure is typically clothed in simple, much too large shirts, and trousers that resemble leggings
Personality: A bit clueless, but means well. Their big heart and even bigger taste for adventure are what fuel their clumsy and haphazard escapades. They have the personality of a crackhead, the driving spirit of a loyal puppy, and the judgement of a blind monkey.
Background: The child of a famous tree-sprite warrior who died fighting the aforementioned Common Threat, they devoted their life to avenging their father's death, deciding the best way to do this was by wrangling the most talented people from across the surrounding kingdoms. They are a nomad of sorts, living out of a tent and often never staying in one place for more than a few days
Abilities (If applicable): They have the ability to commune with nature, whether it be talking to plants, rocks, or the non-verbal creatures of the forest. They also have impressive speed, stamina and agility, and can get around any obstacle quite easily. Their tree-like horns can bloom an array of flora and fauna dependant on Roan's current mood.

Roan shifted their (Quite heavy) backpack of belongings as they approached the city walls. The great capitol of Zerkos was right in front of them, the only hope to ending the war behind the heavy steel gates. Roan took a deep breath as they spoke briefly with the guards, paid the entrance fee, and waltzed into the crowded streets. Thus began their hunt, as they eyed the colorful crowds for just the right individuals

While Zerkos was among the most patrolled cities in the region, it simultaneously suffered from the most crime. How ironic. The alleyways through the capitol were cutting, dark, and narrow, which meant it was the best way to hide from capitol guards and easy to escape them, should a chase actually begin amidst the crowded streets.

As a soldier, Farah had learned the safe routes of the guard patrols. Where in Zerkos they were allowed to step foot and also where they weren't, despite being soldiers of the national military. But that life was behind her. Now, she had not only knowledge of the patrol routes, their numbers, and their times, but she also knew the paths of darker and swift passages through the alleys that could be either be shortcuts or a maze of dead ends – depending on what your goal was.

Farah was a one-woman, entirely underground operation now. It had taken a while, but she'd built up quite a reputation while keeping her name away from anywhere the royals or their guards might see it. And that reputation was coming in handy now as she cornered a dirty-looking teenager in one of the alley-maze's dead ends.

"D-Don't hurt me," the boy begged, curling his body around the gold pieces he'd stolen from a merchant just inside the city walls.

"I'm not going to," Farah replied, drawing her hood off her head to reveal her elegant and intricate updo before she knelt down to the boy's level. He must've been between twelve and fifteen. "I just want to talk."

His eyes refused to meet hers. "You… You can't have this gold. It's mine."

Farah's eyes darted to the pouch the boy had concealed in his grip. There. "That merchant you nabbed it from may say otherwise," she replied as her eyes went back to his face. "I'm not going to hurt you," she promised again. "But stealing isn't right. I might have a better option." Slowly, she held out her palm face up with her fingers curled around it. The boy didn't want to show his interest, but he couldn't help it. His eyes met Farah's, then looked to her hand.

With a smile, Farah revealed the contents of her hand, and the boy's eyes widened. "A royal piece!" he cried quietly at the sight of the much larger coin swirled with both gold and silver and stamped with the signet of the Aumorians. "Where–?"

"I don't answer questions, I ask them," Farah interrupted. "Now, do we have a deal?" The boy nodded eagerly. "Good," she said, extending her hand to him. He reached out and took the piece while giving the bag of gold back to Farah. "Now, you have to promise me that you don't tell anyone where you got that, alright? Put it in your pocket. Say you worked hard for it."

The boy nodded, but then wrinkled his nose. "But I don't have a job."

Farah rose to her full height and pulled her hood back up. "Would you be willing to change that?"

A few moments and a decent amount of smooth-talking later, Farah had returned the gold to the merchant – Julian Oling – and got the boy a job with him. The boy looked so happy, and Farah had good relations with Julian to begin with, so it hadn't been too difficult. With her work done, she took to the streets again with her eyes alert.

(I'm sorry this is so long, but I got inspired and then hyperfocused…)

In Harper's not-so-subtle opinion, the woman was the most interesting thing in this godsforsaken city since plumbing had been invented and people stopped having to shit off the walls into the streets. He was sitting on the wall of a building, high up in the air, where not many people would notice him or care. He has been watching the things happening, and one woman, someone who walked like a general with an attitude problem, had caught his attention. He couldn't see her face.

Was he supposed to be there? Absolutely not. He was supposed to be doing his princely duties somewhere with the officials of this city, and to be honest, he could care less. It wasn't like they cared enough about the country to actually help with anything, so why should he be respectful?

So here Prince Harper was now.

He watched as the woman made her way down an alley. She passed out of sight for a minute, making him crane his head slightly to see what she was doing. She had cornered a young boy at the end of the alley, and she was talking to him. The boy was cringing back, until something in her hand made him perk up.

Harper focused on his hearing, long enough to hear, "A royal piece! Where–" before he lost interest.

He turned his gaze away from the woman and continued to watch, ignoring the sound of the soldiers calling in the distance, most likely looking for him, trying to find where he had hidden this time. He just leaned back on his arms, legs dangling over the edge of the roof, and continued to scan the streets, watching with idle amusement as a man, pretending to be drunk, ran into a street vendor and stole some coins without the other man noticing.

Smart, he thought, gaze turning elsewhere.

August crouched on top of somebody's roof. He was watching people, contemplating running up to someone and having a vison for them. He was looking for literally anything to do, and just as he was picking out a person to jump down in front of, He saw a man, who was obviously not from here, who was dressed in some very fine clothes. And, August figured, if he had such fine clothes, he must have a pretty penny to spare. August jumped down from the roof and landed in front of the man. "Oh!" said the man, accidentally dropping his bag.
"I am so sorry." August apologised as he bent down to help pick up the items that had fallen out, slipping the man's purse into his sleeve as he set the last thing back into the bag. "Here, I-I am so sorry for doing that. I should really start watching were I fall." The man clearly didn't believe him, and walked off in a huff, muttered something about passing a law that children should be kept of a leash. August grinned, and spinning on his heals, turned and walked in the other direction, almost bumping into someone on the way.

After Julian and the boy had settled down, Farah turned and disappeared easily back into the streets. Among the crowd of capitol residents, it was easy to blend in. She just made sure to keep her hood up and her head down. By deserting the royal military, she hadn't exactly earned the favor of the crown, so as a troupe of guards passed by, she quickly turned away and red-headed boy with an eager grin still on his face. Her hood slipped for a moment to reveal a bit of her elegant updo, and she quickly yanked it back in place. "Watch where you're going," she demanded.