forum Heroes and Monsters 6/6 Group RP Closed

Started October 24, 2022 by @The-Dyonisia group

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((If a spot is open, may I join? Otherwise I’ll stalk))

(Yeah, just show me a sample)

((If a spot is open, may I join? Otherwise I’ll stalk))

(Yeah, just show me a sample)

Okay, here’s one from a past RP

The skies were dark, with rolling clouds. It looked as though it would rain. And Siirawyn didn’t know if he’d live to witness such rains.
“Te il e Nhvil! Tes lvin himn rhiv le ne tese phourvil!” He could not understand their words. And he couldn’t turn to face them, either, with how he had his wrists bound, held in place by the hands of a large Serlo soldier. But he knew they were talking about him. And he did recognize a word - Nhvil, ‘mage.’ How they knew of his Aeth; well, he tried to use it to threaten the soldiers into letting him go, but they called his bluff in him not being able to use it offensively. And in the end, Sira was hardly a mage.

They pushed him upon a rock, and he could briefly catch a glance of the small crowd that had gathered - to watch the execution, he realized, much to his horror. The scenario was sinking in, and Siirawyn knew he had no desire for death just yet; preferably not at all. Yet nothing he could say or do would persuade his killers; the Serloven people wanted blood, and blood they would get - as the executioner’s blade fell, directly onto his neck.

When Siirawyn woke, it was not on the executioner’s stone. It was not on the muddy battlegrounds. It was not even in the castle the army had laid siege to, and failed. It was…grass. Grass, Sira felt, opening his eyes, not quite recalling what had happened. He could feel - this surely could not be a dream, he wondered - sitting up, Sira glanced at himself. Indeed, his armour was still clouded in signs of a struggle; mud and dirt. He needed to clean that soon.
But he looked around, and didn’t even see a familiar sight. No landmarks, and more importantly - not one person nearby. He quickly checked his back - his sword still on hand, and referred to his helmet, which he carried, but didn’t wear, not yet.
Perhaps it was a dream, then? A vision? Sira got to his feet carefully, minding the mild ache in his neck. He briefly touched it, then looked at his own hand - no blood, thankfully. Dismissing it as him laying on the ground, Siirawyn moved across the grassy hill.
It was unusually green, all things considered. And the weather was…nice, Sira could only think, as he shaded his eyes with his hand. Odd for the location that he remembered being in.

Sira stopped as he met new ground that wasn’t grass. He inspected the large, dark road. He’d never seen anything like it, but didn’t think much of it either. Perhaps he should of, as the moment he stepped forwards, some sort of thing rushed past him. The sight deeply frightened Sira as he flung backwards to the best of his abilities. He glanced at the thing as it retreated down the black road, its form, and noise unfamiliar to him. The roar - that grew quieter as it moved away.
Siirawyn wondered just what manner of strange thing that was. He’d definitely report it to the commander, once he got back. Once he found his way back. And he would. He’d be sure of it.
Looking both ways this time, Siirawyn practically ran across the black road, and without looking back, continued forwards, albeit slowing down his pace the further he got away. He slid on his helmet - now uncertain of the area, figuring it best for him to have some form of head protection. The strange metal thing that prowled that road - he had no clue if it would leave to pursue him; as such, it was not in his interest to stick around.
Instead, Siirawyn proceeded forwards, hoping to come across some landmark, friendly locals he could ask for directions, or even a map - anything to get him back to the site of the battle.

(Here is my character. Let me know if I should make any edits. <3)

Name: Emirhan Burakgazi
Age: 19
Gender: Cis male (He/Him)
Shipping?: Sure
Ethnicity: Turkish (Lydian)
Personality: Emirhan is not one to step back and let things happen or accept fate as it is. No, he believes that with courage and humility, one can change everything. He often isn't afraid of danger or the consequences. Standing up for others, for what is right, that is what matters the most to her. He will stand up for those he is loyal to and vice versa. Though a bit stubborn and complex, he enjoys being surrounded by others. Now this doesn't mean he is a loud individual, although he could be when necessary; holding one's tongue is quite important. Emirhan enjoys learning out of curiosity. Learning is a quality that he treasures.
Reason for joining the expedition: Every since he could remember, Emirhan remembers his mother and servants talking about the garden of the Hesperides. Being the ninth son of the king, he had the luxury of exploring various things in his surroundings. He became concerned at how people were falling gravely ill and there was nothing to do about it. His father nor any of his older brothers would listen to him. Someone has to be the righteous leader, and even if he will never be king, he might as well go on a journey worthy of one for the herbs to help his people.
Appearance: Emirhan has hooded light brown eyes and long eyelashes. He has raven black wavy hair that goes down to his shoulders. He stands at 6'2" with a slight muscular build, but he is still more on the lean side. His features are soft and warm. Freckles are lightly sparkled underneath his eyes, but they are rather faint.
Style: Emirhan wears crimson colored robes with fine details along the edges. A thin golden wreath rests on his head. He wears sandals that wrap up to the middle of his legs. Emirhan also wears a thin golden bracelet gifted by his mother.
Profession: Prince or the royal

Here's my girl! (let me know if I need to change or adjust anything.)

Character Template:
Name: Ashera “Ash” Sylmar
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Shipping?: sure
Ethnicity: Celtic
Personality: kind, compassionate, curious, doesn't let people treat others badly, can be very outspoken depending on the topic,
Reason for joining the expedition: Umm… Ash likes helping people and heard of the Pharaoh's condition. She's an experienced healer, though the thought of such a powerful remedy being necessary was very intriguing to her, not to mention the challenge of finding the treasured Garden of the Hesperides, something she’d heard of only in myths from her teacher when she was apprenticing as a child.
Appearance: Ash is 5’10” with very lightly tan skin, a slim, almost willowy, build but that doesn't mean she's weak. She has long pale gold hair with traditional braids woven throughout and dark green eyes.
Style: Ash mostly sticks with traditional Celtic clothing, often wearing simple tunics and wrapped skirts and a few pieces of bronze jewelry, though she's not a fan of hair nets but will wear them for special occasions (such as meeting someone important).
Profession: Healer

(Alright, we just need 1 more and we can start)

((I’ve posted my sample, it’s up above.))

Name: Adonias (could not find any sources for surnames, so it’s just ‘Adonias!’)

Age:20

Gender: While usually perceived as male, Adonias doesn’t care too much. As it is his typical perception, he uses he/him pronouns to avoid confusion, although is perfectly fine with any pronouns used to refer to him.

Shipping?: Probably not, unless it’s just platonic. Adonias is aroace.

Ethnicity: Carthaginian

Personality: One might think of Adonias as a follower. That’s not quite the truth. Adonias is more of an observer, who understands the importance of watching and waiting. Listening too - and keeping secrets. Keep the right secrets and you might get something in return. While cunning, Adonias is not cruel - if he knows that there is unnecessary suffering, he will try to find a solution that makes that party happy- a hopefully discreet solution, by his own preference. Adonias is not one for being in the spotlight, though he doesn’t mind the company of others. Just - don’t ask him to make a speech. One on one, or in small groups, Adonias can be fairly diplomatic.

Reason for joining the expedition: Carthage, a rich city. What are the reasons one would depart? Adonias had his own: wanting some sort of stability in his life. He had come from a life where it was jumping from one job to another, and while that was fine…it wasn’t stable. It just didn’t feel right - Adonias couldn’t explain completely why. Still, he’d heard (not in depth, just from conversations that he’d…’overheard’) of the Garden of Hesperides. From the little he knew of it, it piqued his interest. And perhaps the expedition would give him some sort of stability. He knows that it will end, eventually, but Adonias believes that he may find what he’s looking for along the way, even though he’s uncertain of what that ‘thing’ is.

Appearance: 5’8” in height, with bronze skin. Adonias has slightly curly black hair that goes down to the top of his shoulders at the longest - typically ties it up to the best of his ability, so that it’s more similar in style to a ‘bun’ (but not quite there). Prefers to go clean shaven. Hazel eyes. His body type could be described as somewhat lithe, though not underweight, and he has a light amount of muscle due to his lifestyle. 

Style: Wears little to no ornaments, preferring to look more ‘average’, unless the situation calls for it (in which he does keep a couple rings and an armlet with him; gifts from old friends). His most common wear is a tunic that falls to a little above his knee. The tunic is linen, light olive green in colour. While he prefers to go barefoot, if it’s not an option, he has sandals that he also happens to keep on him. He usually keeps a satchel on him, but avoids wearing it in the open; opting to hide it under a dark green cloak instead. He’s able to pull the hood up if needed; usually just to shelter from the sun.

Profession: Spy

Name: Neni the II of Egypt
Age: 15
Gender: Female (She/Her)
Shipping?: Nope, she's aro/ace and also 15
Ethnicity: Egyptian
Personality: Reserved and a little spiteful, she's usually full of the bad emotions, and it's not really anybody's fault, she was just raised in a palace and is very lonely. She hates it when people treat her like a princess.
Reason for joining the expedition: She didn't consent to it, her brother forced her to go. At least she gets a tiny bit of freedom though.
Appearance: Mahogany brown skin, her body is thin and sharp, and she is decently tall, especially for her age. Her face has sharp features too, with almond eyes, thin lips and a sharp hooked nose. She has greenish-brown eyes and thick eyebrows, as well as short curly brown hair, though she usually has a braided wig on. She's got a bit of a tooth gap. She also has an ankh tattoo on her throat. 5'1
Style: She usually wears a skirt that comes up to just below her chest and a linen shawl over her chest; all white. She is almost always wearing her golden and turquoise vulture headdress. She also wears makeup sometimes (not often): turquoise eyeshadow, cinnabar lipstick, kohl eyeliner etc…
Profession: Princess, though not in line of succession therefore; Priestess

Tilila stood outside the Pharaoh's palace, taking in all the sights. The tall columns inscribed with the ancient stories of the gods and their servants, of kings and their men, of temples and sights which man could never replicate. She gazed at the meter long ivies and grapevines that twisted and twirled up the sides of the palace, nearly reaching the top. She marveled at the gold-filled crevasses of the ground and the walls, the blue and green tinted tiles glittering in the orange glow of dusk. All of it was a bit overwhelming for her, especially because she grew up in a small tight-knit tribe rather than a large, bustling kingdom like this. She began to sweat a bit, but thought of the fact that she had volunteered for this, so this was a good thing. She composed herself and sighed, walking into the throne room. She spotted five others adjacent to her, along with a few servants at the entrances and beside the walls. Then she tilted her head up. A dozen steps led to a throne surrounded by spotless linen curtains and golden pottery. On it sat a man in royal regalia. A golden head cloth draped on his head and shoulders, a skirt draped over his legs and torso, and he held a golden crook and flail crossed over his bare chest. Presumably, he was the Pharaoh. Next to him stood a small girl, wearing a long tunic, and a very beautiful necklace around her neck. She wore a similar golden headress, though hers was in the shape of some kind of bird. Her face seemed to have a bit of a sad glower. The room was silent for a minute when the Pharaoh rose to speak. "As you know, I sent for a group of travelers willing to make the dangerous trek to the mystical and not yet seen Isle of the Hesperides" He took a step forward "Thousands answered the call, but you six" at this Tilila looked around, glancing at the faces, a diverse array of interesting people. None of them were from Egypt, she could tell. "You six were the most rewarding prospects" he smiled warmly "A warrior and a rogue for protection, a sorceress to deal with the magicks you might face on the voyage, a healer for medical procedures that will likely be needed, and an artist for recording locations and beings found on the way. A prince from a far away land, as diplomat" he pointed at his sister "And of course, a seventh member, the princess will be looking over this whole mission as a scribe" His smile sort of faltered when referring to his sister, but he went on "I have prepared a ship filled to the brim with everything you will need. Food, weapons, medicinal herbs, scrolls, paints" he tilted his head "Wine." Tilila smiled at the mention of alcohol. "And all other essentials for your journey" he shook his hand, gesturing them off "You will be on your way tomorrow morning, for now, you will all be given rooms in the palace. Sleep well" At the wave of his hands, five guards were at their sides, escorting them to hall, where their rooms would be located.

Ashera did her best keep still, despite her hair net rubbing uncomfortably against the base of her scalp, and pay attention to the prince’s speech as the apparently final member of this mission arrived. She smiled softly when her occupation was mentioned but had to bite her tongue at the light, but honest, quip that followed. If this mission really was as dangerous as everyone said then she just hoped she was as well prepared for anything that might come up.

While her people were on friendly terms with many of their neighbors, Ash hadn't expected the future King of Egypt to be so generous and welcoming. Was it just because of the service the group was offering or was it how he intended to rule when the time came, regardless of how this expedition ended? Either way, she was grateful for everything so far and had no issue with the Princess joining them. Surely she had more benefit than just as a scribe for the journey.

When the guards stepped up to escort the party out of the throne room Ash took a moment to glance at her new companions but followed without question, eager for tomorrow.