forum The Necromancer and the Gangster // OxO // Closed

Started March 09, 2020 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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The Place

Welcome to the city of New Reynes! A city of wonder and enchantment, secrets and dangers, of magic and mayhem. New Reynes is divided into two sides: The South Side, and the North Side. The South Side is the place of all things decadent, the rich and the famous. It is controlled by three families.

The Families:

• The Torrens: the head of the Torrens is their matriarch, Bianca. Their blood talent is oath binding.
• The Caesers: the head of the Caesers is August. Their blood talent is luck.
• The Lennens: the head of the Lennens is Goldfinch. Their blood talent is truth telling.

The North Side? Ah, that's for those who don't want to be found. This is the territory of the gangs, of the criminals. This is where many casinos are located, the drug dens and the brothels. The Families operate here, owning many of the casinos and drug dens.

The Gangs:

• The Doves: assassins. Bloodthirsty and ruthless, their trademark is dyed white hair. They have no mercy for anyone. Avoid at all costs.
• The Scarhands: buyers and sellers of information. If you want to know something or purchase something less than legal, this gang is your go-to. Trademark is unknown.
• The Irons: dealers and thieves, this is the newest of the gangs. They deal mostly at the casinos, where they pickpocket the unsuspecting, while robbing you blind at cards. Trademark is tattoos of a card suit on their arms.
• The Orphan Guild: less of a gang, and more of a conglomerate. They are where the Doves and Scarhands tend to pull recruits from. The Irons independently pull, and don't bother with the Guild.

Between the two Sides is a smaller area known only as Olde Towne. Not many live there, but those that do claim a lifestyle that is unique from either of the Sides. The lifestyle of a place where the gangs don't claim but come to, and where South Siders come for adventure.

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The Magic

There are four classes of magic, with different types held inside these classes. Magic is known as a blood talent. You may have up to two types. If you have two, then the dominant magic is your blood talent, and the weaker magic is your split talent. Your last name is also a giveaway of your talent and of how powerful that talent is.

Class I: Mind
This class is where the magic of the three Families comes from, along with many other magics that can affect your perception of the world. Blood or split talents such as mind-reader, empaths, aura readers, and other such talents come from this class.

Class II: Blood
Blood magic is magic that deals in physical elemnts. Explosive magic typically comes from within this class, along with talents like fire manipulation, electrical manipulation, water manipulation, and other such abilities.

Class III: Body
This class is magic that deals with the body. Super strength, for instance, belongs to this class. Other such talents, such as flight (though arguably, this could also be classified as a class-crosser, as it could also belong to Blood), speed, healing, and the rare shapeshifter.

Class IV: Bone
The members of this class were all systematically wiped out over fifty years ago. None now remain of it, and they are spoken of only in legend. It is also referred to as the death class. It was the smallest. Necromancers are the most infamous members of this class, along with spirit speakers and diviners. If by some chance any from this class are found, they are swiftly put to death by the authorities.

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The Story

Rowan Poe is a Necromancer. The last of his class that he knows of. He has come to New Reynes to escape from his home, where they found out what he was and are trying to kill him. He is on the run and desperate, and so it is no wonder when he eventually makes his way into the North Side of New Reynes, where he runs into someone strange.

This someone? The Lord of one of the gangs. The Lord has no idea what Rowan is, as Rowan pretends to be his split talent, rather than his blood talent of Necromancy.

The Lord offers Rowan a place to stay, if in return, Rowan will assist him in something. He assures Rowan that there will be no pressure to join the gang, and that his safety is assured. Rowan, having no other ideas, accepts. To his surprise, the Lord does not bring him to the gangs headquarters, but to the Lord's personal home, saying that Rowan will be safer there.

As they work together, something begins to spark between them. But Rowan is hiding things, and so is the Lord. Both hold deadly secrets that, in the world of New Reynes, could get them killed.

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Well, if you read this far, congratulations!

I will be playing as Rowan. You will be the Gang Leader. You may pick from the four gangs listed, or make up your own instead. This will have high stakes adventure and will be a gay romance.

The city is pulled from Amanda Foody's book "Ace of Shades". Very good series.

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Rules:

• andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)'s rules apply
• This will be very dark in places, with mature content. So please, be prepared for this
• Smutty stuff will be taken to PMs
• This will be descriptive, with a five sentence minimum
• I would like you to be active at least once or twice a day, please!
• on that note, please let me know if you are going to be gone, and I will do the same for you
• if you have any ideas for added drama/suspense/tension/etc, let me know! I'm usually open to just about anything!
• I reserve the right to say no

Hey, this is really, really interesting. Would you mind if I joined?

(Anonymous84, can I see a sample of your RPing style first?)

( @Qxeensryche-is-Artemis-and-hates-school , we can do one in PMs if you want!)

_{Sure! Hopefully this works, but if you need something else, just let me know!}

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Leonardo ducked and rolled, landing a few paces behind his attacker. He scrambled to his feet, placing as much distance as he could between himself and the woman as he reached for his slingshot.

"I told you not to follow me," he panted, his hair clinging to his forehead with sweat.

"And I told you, not as long as the government is paying me to kill you." Natalie took a threatening step forward, her knuckles turning white around the handle of her pistol.

"Then you leave me no choice," Leo murmured, closing his eyes for the briefest of seconds. His fingers instinctively found the stash of pebbles in his pocket, placing one in the center of the slingshot. And without a moment more of hesitation, his eyes snapped open and the pebble flew.

Startled, Natalie tried to deflect with the side of her pistol, but it was too late. The pebble, charged with the kinetic energy of every nearby fleeing bystander, shattered the metal as if it were glass. There was a resounding thud as rock met flesh, and Natalie fell.

Multiple other people collapsed around them, only to jump back to their feet and continue running.

Only Natalie did not rise.

"I'm sorry it came to this," Leo whispered, his eyes downcast.

(Yep! Sorry for taking so long to reply—I was setting up another roleplay and forgot to check.)

(Oh, and I did want to know—how old should my character be?)

(it's fine! Age is answered in template!)

Name:
Nicknames:
Titles?:
Gender and Sexuality:
Age: (I was thinking between 20 and 25)
Looks:
Blood and Split Talents:
Strength of each Talent: (scale of 1-10)
Other:
*Note on naming: your last name denotes your blood talent. Ie, anyone with the last name of Mardarien is a Necromancer, anyone with the last name of Torrens is an Oath Chainer, anyone with the last name of Poe is a truth teller, etc. also! There are multiple levels of strength for different talents, and your last name tells not just ability, but the strength of it, IE "Poe" is a truth teller of around average level, but "Lennen" means that they have a high level of truth telling. Your power is only as strong as your parents power level; you aren't going to jump from a "Poe" to a "Lennen". If your parent(s) were/was a Poe, then you are a Poe. That's just how it works

Name: Rowan Mardarien Poe
Nicknames: Ro
Titles?:
Gender and Sexuality: Male, pan but leans towards males
Age: 21
Looks: Looks Rowan is slim, and at just below average height, he doesn't have a very intimidating figure at all. His eyes are a steel grey color, and he has a light tan, and faint little freckles if you look close enough. He has a few scars scattered around his body as well, from various things. He has a single small tattoo of a black skull, located on his left shoulder blade.
Blood and Split Talents:

• Blood talent: Necromancy - raising the dead and controlling them
• Split Talent: truth telling - he can tell when someone is lying

Strength of each Talent:

• Necromancy: strong, 9
• Truth Telling: about a 4

Other: ~

Name: Azrael Naifeh
Nicknames: Az, Rae (pronounced "rye")
Titles?: Angel of Death (a literal interpretation of his name in Hebrew), Lord of the Doves
Gender and Sexuality: Male; Bisexual
Age: Twenty-three
Looks:

• He has the signature dyed-white hair of the Doves, cut into the style of messy faux hawk, along with a gold weave dangling in the front. His eyes are amber, nearing a reddish color around his pupils, and narrow. He has a delicate set of lips, long and rather thin, a dainty nose, and well-groomed eyebrows. To contrast these feminine features is a strong, squared jawline and well-muscled body. He’s tall, about six foot, and has a complexion that’s reminiscent of honey.
• He typically wears a simple black tee, dark gray combat pants and black combat boots with a matching gray jacket and fingerless gloves. His jacket has the symbol of the Doves patched into the back in white, and the Dove-shaped fabric appears to be stained with blood.

Blood and Split Talents:

• Blood Talent: Electrical Manipulation; can control electrical impulses inside and outside of the body.
• Split Talent: Speed; can move at inhuman speeds at will (nothing too OP, I can assure you)

Strength of each Talent: (scale of 1-10)

• Blood Talent: 9
• Split Talent: 6

Other:

• He has a very faint middle eastern accent (Arabic, specifically from Egypt), that's more noticeable when he's struggling with keeping his emotions in check.
• He has quite the portable arsenal, which includes: Two razor-sharp short swords that remain strapped to each hip at almost all times, and are able to connect at the handles to form a double-bladed staff. One crossbow that he keeps slung across his back, along with a quiver of custom arrows that are barbed and hollow in the center. One decorative (but deadly) dagger hidden in the heel of his right boot.

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I have to admit, I'm a little confused with the names and magic. I wasn't sure whether he'd belong to one of the families if he was the Lord of a gang, or if he had to have the blood talent of one of the families. If you would just let me know what I need to change, I'd be happy to do so! Whatever works best for the roleplay.

Aahh I love him!! No the Families and the Gangs aren't connected at all, so that's no biggie. I don't have a set last name for Electrical manipulation, so just choose one that you think is best

I'm happy to hear that! He's a pre-existing character of mine whose last name was originally "Baines," but considering that translates to "bones", I feel like something else would be more fitting.

Would "Naifeh" work, do you think? (Means beneficial or profitable)

Alright! Yeah he's awesome! Haha that was a good choice.

Yeah, that's great!

Okay, I've updated his template and I'm ready to start whenever you are! :)

Cool! Oh quick note: this world's technology is at about the level of Earth in the early 1900s

Rowan stared around the street, half in a daze. He had arrived in New Reynes only that morning. He had told anyone who asked that his name was Rowan Poe, not Rowan Mardarien. Because the name Mardarien would get him killed, were it known of. Now, though, he needed a place to stay. The South Side was too dangerous for him, and he hadn't found anywhere in Olde Towne. So how he was in the North Side, keeping an eye out for thieves and trying to find at least a hotel room for the night. He had a messenger bag slung at his side, inside of which were all his worldly possessions. He kept one hand on the bag at all times, wary of it being stolen.

Before coming here, he had read as much as he could about this city, though that hadn't really adequately prepared him for much of its realities, such as the brothels he had passed, where scantily clad men and women had called out to him, and he had tried to ignore them as best he could. Tried to ignore the casinos and the other businesses. Had stared at those claiming they could tell fortunes or see the future; those talents had died with the rest of the Bone talents. Well. Except for his.

In any case, he had to be very careful about what he said, what he did. He didn't want to die for something he couldn't help. But, more importantly, he needed a place to stay tonight.

_(Noted!)

Azrael weaved through the passerby effortlessly, keeping his curious eyes trained on the male in front of him. His hood was pulled up enough to cast his face in shadows, but his snowy white hair was still visible in the passing light of nearby establishments.

A single glimpse of said hair was enough to dissuade any troublemakers from approaching him, and the same prostitutes that called out to others made it a point to look past him.

He was grateful for it. Especially when he had his eyes set on such a curious stranger. He was sure the boy was a newcomer, for that would explain his skittish demeanor and the hand pressed oh-so protectively against his bag. His uncertainty was almost tangible, and Azrael was drawn to it like a moth to flame.

He wasn't exactly sure what he'd do about the boy, if anything, but he was certain he'd like to learn more.

With that thought in his head, he slowly winded his way forward until he was just a few paces behind him. As he moved, he brushed his shoulder lightly against the boy's back and fell into pace beside him, tilting his shadowed face in the stranger's direction and grinning.

"Boo."

Rowan jumped slightly at that, stepping back. His eyes were immediately drawn to that white mane of hair on top of the person's head, then his eyes traced down to the face, the shoulders, the height, then back to the person's face. A Dove-! He thought, grey eyes going wide. "Uhm…excuse me." He said faintly, stepping away slightly, unsure what this person wanted with him. But then again, the guy was a Dove, so it couldn't be anything good. Rowan knew what that Gang did. Murderers, assassins. A steady supply of bodies, which…if he was honest, was a little…well. To a necromancer, having a steady stream of bodies was a seductive enough reason to join up or have an agreement with a group. Or at least, it would have been if he wouldn't have been killed on sight if he were known as a necromancer.

He shook his thoughts away, taking a deep breath, glancing again at the white haired male near him. What does he want?

The Lord resisted the urge to roll his eyes, letting out a soft exhale in exasperation. 'Well that was underwhelming,' he thought, his head canting to the side as he appraised the stranger. Nothing about the action was meant to be subtle. It was pure, unabashed curiosity, and as much a factor of intimidation as it was an act of observation.

The boy, or rather, the young man, looked to be older than he initially thought, perhaps a few years younger than himself. He had attractive enough features, but that wasn't what sparked his interest.

What really caught his attention was the nervous tics. The shifting of the weight, excessive blinking of the eyes. Even the steadying breath was mildly suspicious. It may just be the fright of being confronted by a Dove, but something gave him the impression that the stranger knew something he didn't. Something he wasn't wanted knowing.

These thoughts were simply background noises for now, however, developed due to years of playing detective. After all, it's good to discern everything one can about a target. Fortunately for him, the young man was no such thing at the current moment.

"You're not from around here, are you, kid?" he asked, wiping any identifiable emotions from his voice despite the derogatory implications of the word 'kid'. So what if the stranger only looked to be a few years younger? Years meant a lot in the North, especially among the Doves.

Rowan narrowed his eyes a little bit. "Ah…no. And I'm not a kid." he replied, eyebrows drawing together and downwards in a faint frown. He bit his lip slightly, one of his fingers tapping against his leg, a little nervous about what was going to happen now. He had heard stories, of course, of what could happen, and…none of them sounded all that pleasant at the moment. Especially not with a Dove. He had no idea that the man in front of him wasn't just any Dove, but the leader of that gang. How someone so young could have climbed up those ranks so fast, he would never have even begun to comprehend. Or maybe he could have, being a Necromancer. He had seen a lot of death before.

He was wearing just a simple outfit, stained slightly with dust and mud from traveling and from the train. There was a necklace hidden beneath the clothing, lying over his heart. It had been his mother's, and he didn't want to lose it, which was why he kept it hidden on his person. It would be harder to steal there.