forum Aaaaaaand We're Stuck Here //REBOOT #3, 4/4, CLOSED//

Started March 19, 2020 by @PrettyLittlePyro

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Alright! @Skit-Is-Too-Flustered-To-Function-Right and @GoblinKing, I summon you! Do you guys still want the same people or not?

For the new person:

In the modern day world, everyone dreams of having powers… right? Well, imagine that one day, you were pulled into an alternate universe, into the past, where people had powers. And so did you. Fun, right? Not so much. An enemy is coming, and some stupid seer said that you four are the only ones who can stop them. If you don't, every universe will die, and you will too. Still think it sounds fun?

The Mage: @PrettyLittlePyro
You can control the elements. You can't create them, but you can use them from the surrounding areas. You are the leader, and the one with the best mind for clues. You hate the Rogue, and are constantly fighting with them.

The Rogue: @Heterological
You can blend into and control shadows. You can fight with daggers and knives. You are excellent at stealth, and can move perfectly quietly. You hate people, and with the Mage trying to take control, it grates on your nerves. You are the most independent.

The Warrior: @Skit-Is-Too-Flustered-To-Function-Right
You are the strongest. You love to fight, and need no training. You can go without food and rest for long periods of time, and have enhanced senses, strength, speed and stamina. You are physically the strongest, and have super strong skin. You protect the Healer.

The Healer: @GoblinKing
You are the important one. You know every single hern and plant you see, and have healing magic. You are the one who breaks up all the fights, and keeps everyone from killing each other. You can defend yourself really well, but you let the Warrior do it for you.

I'll take the role that hasn't been taken, once the others have been chosen.

May I join?

Can I be the rogue?

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Shipping?:
Appearance:
Type: (Rogue, Warrior, Healer)
Personality:
Other:

Name: Ember
Age: 21
Gender: male
Sexuality: Asexual
Shipping?: None
Appearance: Dark grey hair and piercing blue eyes. His belt has an assortment of sheaths on it. His cloak is dark grey.
Type: Rogue
Personality: Does his own thing and doesn't care about anyone else.
Other:

(i managed to dig up the old thread, thank god lmao!)

Name: Sid Moore
Age: 20
Gender: Male (He/Him)
Sexuality: Gay
Shipping?: Yes!
Appearance: Sid’s tall and skinny, more of a 6’2” twig. He’s pale, almost sickly so, with a greek nose (crooked from multiple breaks) and sunken, dark circles under his eyes. Sid’s hair is a faded black, no doubt from faded out dye. His face has multiple piercings- tongue, nose bridge, eyebrow, and three nose rings (one per nostril and one septum), and Sid’s ears are decked out in different piercings as well. He keeps his hair in a buzzcut as much as he can. In modern times, his fashion screams 80s punk, though during medieval times he dresses just about the same as any peasant.
Type: Healer
Personality: Sid’s hotheaded, crass, impulsive, and easily defensive, but he’ll kill for his friends. He’s kind of like the uncle of the friend group- should not be in charge under any circumstances, a little morally questionable, equally questionable taste in alcohol and clothes, but will drop everything to take care of someone in distress. As a general rule of thumb, he can’t stand authority. The boy’s no stranger to lying.
Other: Sid is extremely afraid of both needles and cat claws.

Name: Manan Deol
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Shipping?: Yep!
Appearance: Messy black hair in an undercut. Olive skin and dark brown eyes. A small tree tattoo on his right arm. 6’0” and a toned body. Has a stud earring on each ear. Typically wears a plaid button-down with some jeans.
Type: Warrior
Personality: Manan thrives on human interaction. He can be quite protective of others and treat them in a brotherly way, due to him being the oldest of his four siblings. Very dramatic and loves acting, though hates downright liars. Open and honest; will stick to his word. He is very polite, however does become more relaxed around people he knows well and trusts. Playful and likes to always be clean. Tries to always see the best in everything. Though, he can become frustrated easily when put into a new situation. Will condone violence if someone deserves it.
Other:

Name: Adrielle Danvers
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Asexual
Shipping?: Probably not
Appearance: Adrielle looks like the most innocent thing in the world. She has long white blonde hair and pale skin. She has delicate, doll-like features, and is absolutely beautiful. She is short, about 5'4'', and curvy. She is petite, and seems like she could be blown away at the first breath of wind. Her eyes are a wide, innocent shape, and she is very good at looking confused, naive, or anything like that. She is very good at acting. Her eyes are a clear, icy blue, with what looks like fractures in them, giving her eyes the appearance of shattered glass. They are the only thing she can't hide, or disguise, full of malice and hatred and anger, and loneliness. She gives off the aura of a psycho, someone to stay away from, someone to watch and be careful of. She has a tattoo on her wrist, of the words "Fuck you too" in beautiful script.
Type: Mage
Personality: Adrielle is calm, cool, and shy on the outside. She is bitter, too, and has a dirty sense of humor. She loves to make people shut up by silently looking at them with her wide eyes, and it freaks people out. She has no friends, and would betray someone at the blinking of an eye, with no regrets. She's smart, though, and clever, and very manipulative and cunning.
Other: She clenches her fists when she's mad, annoyed, or just bored, so that her nails dig into her palm. Twirling her hair between her fingers and widening her eyes in an unconscious attempt to look innocent when she is trying to intimidate someone, or when she's annoyed and trying not to show it. Will fiddle with anything she can get her hands on, really, and twirl it between her fingers.

sure

I can't roleplay after forty-five minutes, so could we stall this until tomorrow?

The day was cold and windy. There were few cars around, and even fewer people walking along the cracked sidewalks. A sense of gloom hung over the entire city like the large clouds that loomed in the sky, promising snow. Most everyone should have been inside right now, keeping warm and drinking hot chocolate and enjoying their breaks, those few days before Christmas where you did nothing. All the presents were bought, and there was nothing to do but sit back and relax. Most people were at home.

Most of them.

Four people, braving the cold of the wind, would not be at home. They would go outside, thinking nothing was amiss, and their lives would be changed forever - for better or for worse. They just didn't know it yet.

Adrielle was seriously regretting not bringing a coat. She had left the house in a hurry, following some gut instinct of hers that was never wrong, and had only grabbed a sweatshirt. Now, as the wind blew through the meager covering, she shivered, pulling the hood tighter over her head, shoving her hands in her pockets, head bowed against the wind.

It was no use. The hood blew off, and her golden curls spilled over her shoulders, blowing behind her in the wind. She scowled. She was never in a good mood come this time of the year, when she had been - but she didn't need to think of that.

Ember spun the knife and caught it by the blade. He threw it at the tree, which was hit. Alongside the knife were quite a few more; today was a day of unleashing anger onto a tree, just like the other days. The wind blew his scarf into his face, and he brushed it off before throwing another knife. It was a routine; pick a knife, spin a knife, catch a knife, throw a knife.

He eventually ran out of knives, so he approached the tree, starting from the ground up and collecting the knives. There were many; each was connected to memory; the first knife he ever threw, the first he drew blood on, the first he practiced with, and much more. Once he made sure each was in its place, he studied the tree. There were many old scars on it; he had picked the tree many times. Thankfully it didn't seem to care much. It was old, and the knife strike marks had no signs of unhealthyness.

He stepped away from the tree and turned to go back inside.

“Fucker!” Sid barked as he pushed out of his flat, slamming the door behind him. His roommate’s sister was screaming at him again, for some dumb reason, but this time she’d ended up decking him right in the nose. He rubbed his nose, accidentally smearing fresh blood across his cheek. He stalked through the city streets, his tall and hunched demeanor clearly some kind of intimidating to those around him.

He was whipped by the bitter winder wind, drying the blood from his noise as it gushed out. He tugged his battle jacket around his thin body, a cold scowl on his face. God, he hated the holidays.