forum Heroes and Monsters 6/6 Group RP Closed

Started October 24, 2022 by @The-Dyonisia group

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(Waited a while to start this rp up for a third time)
A story about different heroes from different part of the world banding together to defeat a major evil, though they don't know it yet. DEFINITELY found family.
Roles:
Sorcerer: @Serpentess - Ehlaea (Greek) pg.1
Healer: @FanfictionFanatic - Ashera Sylmar (Celtic) pg.2
Warrior: Me - Tilila Aẓerwal (Libyan) pg.1
Artist: @Tired-but-passionate - Efraim Marion (Israelite) pg.1
Spy/Rogue: @Mojack - Adonais (Carthaginian) pg.2
Royal: @knightinadream - Emirhan Burakgazi (Lydian) pg.2
Neni II, Princess of Egypt pg.2
Story:
Heroes from all over the ANCIENT Mediterranean (Southern Europe, the Middle East and North Africa) are all gathered in Egypt when a tragedy occurs, the Pharaoh fallen ill to an unknown seemingly fatal disease due to a strange encounter from displeased mage, for which there is no known cure. The Pharaoh's son, taking his position as a temporary ruler, sends a party of distinct team members are pulled together to look for the Garden of the Hesperides, where all sorts of different medicinal and botanical rarities and creatures exist, including the Tears of Ra, mythological honey bees that produce a honey that can cure any illness. The Pharaoh's son is also holding a ransom over the head of the seemingly evil mage. Each member of the party has their own reason for going to this place, and will develop strong bonds with each other along the way (I'm a slut for found family). The setting is the Pre-Classical Era Mediterranean/Mediterranean Antiquity. Only minor angst plz

Character Template:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Shipping?:
Ethnicity:
Personality:
Reason for joining the expedition:
Appearance:
Style:
Profession:

@Serpentess and @Tired-but-passionate , would you like to rejoin this rp? It's perfectly fine if not

Name: Tilila Aẓerwal
Age: 19
Gender: Female (She/Her)
Shipping?: Nah
Ethnicity: North African (Libyan)
Personality: Very kind and sweet, a little high strung, but very strong in face of danger. She's generally a cool person to be with, especially in the moments where you need silence and comfort. A little sassy and sarcastic from time to time, but almost never mean.
Reason for joining the expedition: Tilila's grandmother use to tell her stories of many different magical herbs and animals that existed throughout the world, and every realm above or below it. Once her grandmother was on her deathbed she told her one final story. In the garden of the Hesperides, there was a magical calf that could consult with the dead and bring messages back from the afterlife for them. She decided to make it her responsibility to get that calf, just so she could hear from her grandmother one final time.
Appearance: Light brown skin, soft facial features, big amber eyes, big curved nose, round cheeks and plump lips. Her body has a soft roundness to it, she has wide hips, small shoulder and has a little belly fat around her torso. She has curly brown hair stretching down to her thighs. 5'6.
Style: Long robes and sirwals with different brights colors, usually warm colors, like orange and red. She uses a barnous occasionally, especially on hot days, but she tends to stay barefoot most of the time, if no other option, she uses sandals that only reach up to her ankles. She ties her hair up most of time, braiding different plants into it, like hyacinths and holly. She also uses henna and indigo to temporarily dye her skin and hair.
Profession: Weaver and Warrior

Name: Efraim Marion
Age: 18
Gender: would probably just describe themself as a youth. amab
Sexuality: doesn’t know, doesn’t care
Shipping?: maybe?
Ethnicity: Israelite
Personality: very quiet, to the point of being selectively mute. Has a rather soft, solemn disposition, and can stay still for a long period of time. Although they seem like a sad statue on the outside, Efraim is a very deep thinker and feeler. It’s just difficult for them to express themselves externally, and the only way they can seem to do this is through art and painting. They also consider themselves a coward, and they often avoid conflict when they can. Their father used to always advise them to pray to God for courage, and Efraim has taken that to heart.
Reason for joining the expedition: some context. Efraim comes from a long line of artisans and painters that decorated Solomon’s Temple and other places of worship in Israel. Even after the Temple was destroyed, their family still tried to keep their practice alive. At the time of the Neo-Babylonian Empire’s conquest of Judah, Efraim’s family was afraid Israel would be conquered as well, and relocated to Egypt. Although they still worshipped the Judean God and never worshipped the Egyptian ones, the family eventually found themselves serving in the royal palace. After Efraim was born, they eventually ended up an orphan and was named the royal painter, depicting the deeds of the Egyptian Pharaoh, or even scenes of everyday life on the palace walls. Later, the volunteered to be apart of the journey to the Garden of the Hesperides, mostly because they had become tired of their life in Egypt and wanted a vacation, preferably to somewhere where no one would try to convert them or bully them for their faith, but also to see and do new things, and find inspiration for their art.
Appearance: stands at about 5’6, and has a thin, lanky body

Style: long tunics that reach down to their calves, with sleeves that go a little past their elbows. They also wear a versatile over garment that can function as an overcoat, a head covering, etc. Additionally, sandals and one earring piercing their right ear.
Profession: the Artist, or the royal painter

Yeah! I love Ephraim! @lemonwitch and @knightinadream I just need a template of your writing

okay! gonna post 2 but you do not have to read them both.

(this is from a personal project)
The morning had just come from its blue hour when they emerged from their cabins. The waning crescent from the night prior was still visible, the Moths drawing energy from it; it felt particularly strong that day, despite not being a full or new moon. Pine trees towered above roofs and danced in a slight sway, and if you were to look straight up it'd look as if they were creeping into the azure like some kind of dancing vine. Before the place was built it was a wide expanse, a field interrupting the trees. There were still remnants of the tall grass around the border of the camp. Counselors, particularly the one stepping onstage, spared no camper the story of what the place used to be and how the land had given to the Moths.

"You are. It's going to take a while, though. I'll need to buy more time once it's up. But, as-." Avital glared at Crow. "As Crowley said, we still have… three, four minutes? It seems you actually don't know much about this. But even with nothing, I bet we could find something." They said vaguely. "So, how old are you? I assume you've got a few hundred years on me, let alone Morton. Again, to quote what he said, you're definitely one of the oldest around." Their voice was back to its normal, jaded tone, one they assumed the others hadn't heard. They hated it, but at least hoped now it'd diffuse any angry demeanor they'd previously put on. It was a swift change in energy, Avital knew, but mostly out of spite. Like they'd let that man- only, what? Twenty?- get one over on them. Ha! Avital Sagire liked to think they were merely driven, competitive at most. They thought, by suddenly changing their own mindset and attempting to be above someone else, they were competitive and not biased, spiteful, or an angry person in general. And by doing this, they also made themself a hypocrite.

(Grin. Sure. I’ll grab my character here in a bit, got stuff to do)

Yeah, no prob

okay! gonna post 2 but you do not have to read them both.

(this is from a personal project)
The morning had just come from its blue hour when they emerged from their cabins. The waning crescent from the night prior was still visible, the Moths drawing energy from it; it felt particularly strong that day, despite not being a full or new moon. Pine trees towered above roofs and danced in a slight sway, and if you were to look straight up it'd look as if they were creeping into the azure like some kind of dancing vine. Before the place was built it was a wide expanse, a field interrupting the trees. There were still remnants of the tall grass around the border of the camp. Counselors, particularly the one stepping onstage, spared no camper the story of what the place used to be and how the land had given to the Moths.

"You are. It's going to take a while, though. I'll need to buy more time once it's up. But, as-." Avital glared at Crow. "As Crowley said, we still have… three, four minutes? It seems you actually don't know much about this. But even with nothing, I bet we could find something." They said vaguely. "So, how old are you? I assume you've got a few hundred years on me, let alone Morton. Again, to quote what he said, you're definitely one of the oldest around." Their voice was back to its normal, jaded tone, one they assumed the others hadn't heard. They hated it, but at least hoped now it'd diffuse any angry demeanor they'd previously put on. It was a swift change in energy, Avital knew, but mostly out of spite. Like they'd let that man- only, what? Twenty?- get one over on them. Ha! Avital Sagire liked to think they were merely driven, competitive at most. They thought, by suddenly changing their own mindset and attempting to be above someone else, they were competitive and not biased, spiteful, or an angry person in general. And by doing this, they also made themself a hypocrite.

This is great! You're in, just make a template, both the healer and the rogue are open so take ur pick

okay cool! thanks :]

(Okie dokie! Here you go!)

So far so good to say at the least. Every morning was the same for him with no signs of outlaws or other potential threats. The dew laid freshly on top of the grass as he walked past by. Daichi couldn't help but stop for a second to enjoy his surroundings before continuing on.

Someone shouting. Not bothering to look around, he instantly pull out his sword while crouching down. He could feel his heart beating out of his chest in curiosity. Sounded like the shout came from up ahead. "Damn it…", he mumbled to himself. Hesitantly, his head slowly rose up to glance at what was ahead. A horse, a group of people to the side, a samurai, then three other men ahead of the samurai.

What the hell is a samurai doing out in the middle of nowhere? This isn't Kamakura and the closest village is twenty minutes away. Daichi's jaw dropped in amazement, that armor is something he's never seen before. Well the typical black and parts of the uniform were not unusual to him, on the other hand the shade of blue and the golden horns were a sight. Interesting how they have enough money to don on the most heavy uniforms anyone's ever worn.

Focus. Luckily he's made it just in time to do something. Of course, the other man could probably handle this all by himself yet no one can fully predict that. Daichi kept his eyes on the scene ahead of him while creeping towards the other side of the trail. His knuckles turning white as he held onto the sword. Quietly, he crept behind a tree catching the attention of one of the villagers.

His lips pursed back as he held up his finger in hopes the one person would not make a peep. Some rocks laid close by to his feet. Daichi leaned over picking one up. With his left hand, he chucked one at the farthest man then another at the one closet to him. Might as well leave the last one for the samurai. Darting out from behind, he pressed his right foot on top of a bandit laying his blade across the neck. They're all the same, stupid, thinking that just because they have the pride to fight, they can do anything.

Glimpsing over at the samurai, Daichi gave a respectful head bow. Without saying a word, he dragged his left index finger across his neck ten pointed at the bandits.

(Btw, @lemonwitch , for this rp, I wanted only 1 person to be from any one place, so please choose a place that isn't Greece, Israel or Libya within the Mediterranean)

(ok! mine will probably celtic)

(ok! mine will probably celtic)

(Nice!)

(Here she is)

Name: Ehlaea

Age: 21 years

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight

Shipping?: Sure

Ethnicity: Caucasian (Greek)

Personality: Quiet, shamanic. Prefers nature over civilization. Loves birds, of any kind. She is sweet and polite, but when provoked can be vindictive and cruel. Doesn’t mind that she became an outcast because of her ‘Moon-Sight’ abilities (divination and protection spells mostly, though she does have a few offensive spells that she typically avoids. Works best at night). Lives in a small cave on Mount Parnitha (north of Athens).

Reason for joining the expedition: She has wanted to visit the Garden of Hesperides since she was a child. She had always been fascinated by the tales of the powerful and mystical herbs there, and it inspired her decision to become a herbalist.

Appearance: 5’3”, left eye is blind (and the source of her divining abilities), wild shoulder-length brown hair, blue eyes, broad shoulders/hips, curvaceous hourglass figure. Has green painted markings on her face.

(Pic from Heroforge. She’s holding a mortar and pestle)

Style: Simplistic. She usually wears a simple chiton, sometimes with a himation (both are ancient greek clothing), and sandals. She also has a gold earring in her right ear.

Profession: Oracle/Sorceress, Herbalist

(Her eye and ‘Moon-Sight’ abilities are themed off of the Eye of Horus)

(can I join? I have a character who could be the healer, unless someone else has already claimed that role, I would just need to figure out where she would be from… Unless she could be a wanderer?)

(Alright, just give me a writing sample, and also, if you need help to see where she could be from, you can message me, I could help u out)

(can I join? I have a character who could be the healer, unless someone else has already claimed that role, I would just need to figure out where she would be from… Unless she could be a wanderer?)

(Alright, just give me a writing sample, and also, if you need help to see where she could be from, you can message me, I could help u out)

(Can do for the writing sample and if you don't mind, I could use your help with her place of origin for this story.)

(here’s the sample)

The rhythmic sound of waves crashing against the hull had become quite calming over the years since being forced away. Especially during the lonely nights when there was hardly anyone to talk to or anything to do other than look over maps and charting the next destination for the Siren’s Song. Not the original name, of course. The King who gave this vessel to its current Captain wouldn't dream of something so meaningful. … At least, meaningful to her.

A sharp knock on the door snapped the Captain out of her thoughts. “Come in.” she commanded easily.

“Fergive t’e intrusion, Cap’t.” the first mate, Jax, replied as he followed his Captain’s orders. “Gist t’ought you would like ta know. T’e lad, Tommy, spotted land. We should be able ta make port before morning.” he reported with his crooked smile.

Lorelei‘s eyes widened at the news before a wild grin overtook her expression. “Very good, Jax. I wasn't expecting us to be so close. Thank you.” she nodded, dismissing him. “Make sure everyone gets some rest before we arrive. I want to make a good impression on this kingdom.” she smirked as she looked out her window. “Sleep well, my Princess. I’ll see you tomorrow.” she whispered once she was alone.