Welcome to the desolate land of Haven, where pictures of our grandparent's grandparents held the last glimpses of what solace looked like. When society finally became aware of the population of witches living under their noses, war broke out all over the Earth. Cold panic went rampant, and the 'Hunt' became one of the last terms coined by a whole humanity. The lives of just under 1/5 of the global population were treated like animals for sport. The world went up in flames, scorched with the sins of misunderstanding and fear of the unknown.
Welcome to Salem, the sarcastically-named Eden for the dwindling witch population. It's protected by the 'Orchard Wall', and colonized by immortal teenagers made invisible to humans in their very own safe haven. The grass grows green here, but the land is stained with the blood of our brethren.
Ground rules:
1) Please please be polite, and don't push people's ideas for the storyline out. Just because you want it to go your way doesn't mean it always can, so be considerate.
2) Have fun. Don't take it seriously. Don't fight.
3) Cussing is very much allowed, just keep the graphic stuff out. No sex on my server, people.
4) Be creative. It's what it's meant for.
My Character:
Bash Valor
Complexion: Black hair, messy. Grey eyes, fair skin, freckles on his nose. Tall, but lean.
He's an earth witch, which just pretty much means he can make stuff grow and is great for healing.
Yes, my character is a dude. Yes, I am a lady. I need practice writing from a male perspective so feel free to give me pointers where I slip up
(Cool. Mind if I join, yeah?)
Not weird at all, I’m a female and I tend to role play more as males. Also, how many characters are we allowed to use?
(Dude I do the same lol
Also can I join?)
I don't really mind. Whatever works for you.
(And yeah, of course you can join Iris. )
Alright, I’m tying to work with using two characters for more perspectives and ayy Iris lmao.
(Ayyyyy hi
Because I only have one magic user character, I'm using Lata again lol)
(Aw yes Lata, I was planning on using Lucy and then another character that I’m developing)
To properly process the idea of Salem, you had to think of a salad. A bowl makes up the barriers, holding in all the contents. The bowl, in this case, is the Orchard Wall, which is basically a magical Glamour that conceals Salem from all of humanity. Then you had the lettuce, which makes up the bulk of it. The lettuce is the witch population here- 100% immortal teenagers. Then you have your toppings, which are typically the best part and a variety of different things. The chaotic topping on this Salem salad is our various powers, our main source of diversity. We can all do different things, all equally amazing, and strange. And then you have the dressing, which is flavorful but messy and terrible for you- AKA the outside world turmoil raging all around us, which we can't do anything about. To complete it, all you have to do after all that is slap a lid on that baby and shake the living hell out of it, so everything becomes perfectly chaotic. Boom, Salem.
I skip another rock across the glassy pond, disturbing its mirror image of the afternoon ashed daylight.
//Name: Lata Aylen
//Age: 14
//Gender: Female
//Sexuality: Straight
//Looks: Short light brown hair with a single braided streak, dark brown eyes, light tan, fairly skinny, has a small scar on her right cheek. She's about 4'9 in height.
Personality: A bit untrusting at first, but after a short amount of time she'll warm up to people. She can be very caring at times and she's pretty good at telling when you're lying. She sometimes feels like a burden to people.
Likes: Boots, books, music, and having someone she can trust
Dislikes: Dresses, most typical girly things, she'll tolerate a skirt though.
Other: She can use illusion magic
Lata stared at the clouds floating by, feeling a bit at peace. In the distance she hears a few tiny slashes from the pond nearby.
Haha they are the only two witch craft type characters that I have lmao. Just doing quick bios..
Name: Lucia Teller
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Magic type: Natural magic (this tends to vary, but it’s more along the lines of non-damaging magic, so more peaceful)
Appearance: Wavy, shoulder length russet colored hair, lighter skin, green eyes, around 5’5, slimmer build with slight curves at her hips
Personality: Logical, motherly, introverted, calm, responsible, can be stubborn at times, protective, caring, gentle
Bio: Developing..
Name: Cooper Olsson
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Magic type: something along the lines of shadow manipulation
Appearance: darker skin, dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, athletic build, around 6’3
Personality: Kind, joking, serious about his work and training, accepting, ambitious, defensive, more on the social side, compassionate, honest
Bio: He tends to help out with teaching the younger magic users how to defend themselves by teaching them how to spar and use their abilities better. Also developing things about his backstory…
Lucy had tumbled to the grass, landing right on her tailbone. She would have a bruise the next day. Cooper stood over her, slowly shaking his head. “You allowed me to blind you again. You won’t strike me,” the older man said in a low tone.
“I don’t like hitting people,” Lucy snapped, scrambling back to her feet, regaining her stance, only to be knocked down from behind by a cluster of shadows. She caught herself on the way down, now resting on her hands and knees. “You need to defend yourself, or you will not survive,” Cooper commented, nudging Lucy’s stomach with his boot. She smacked his leg away in response.
~~~
She wasn’t improving. Cooper knew it well. The past few days of sparring practice, Lucia had taken all of his attacks. She had done a decent job blocking, but would refuse to hit him hard enough to actually make it hurt. She didn’t seem to understand the matter that in the world, it was fight or be slaughtered like the rest of their race. But, she still chose to ignore him, smacking his leg. “Come on, get up.”
“I’m done with practice,” Lucia had responded in a quieter tone. Speak up Cooper wanted to hiss, but he chose not to. “Fine. Make sure you meet me for practice early, eight A.M.”
I'm going to experiment with a method of RPing. I won't describe my Canada's personality or appearance, but it's up to you to figure it out for yourself or tell me what you think, yeah?
(Oh uh sorry, I was busy, can I make my form now?)
(Hello! I know it says closed, so instead of asking to join I am going to ask if I can stalk?)
I throw another stone, but this one hits the surface at an odd angle and sinks the second it makes its telltale splash. The ripples of my failure dance across the surface, and I sigh. Irony. Throwing stones like the humans. And look, I suck at that too. I give up at my meager entertainment and lay down in the lush green grass.
Off to one side of Salem was the Orchards, where all sorts of Earth witches (and those who liked the outdoors) had spectacular gardens and farms that the rest of us depended on for our food source. The Orchards were comprised of gently rolling hills, wrinkled with babbling rivers and the perfect dotting of healthy trees. There were parts of the Orchards, like where I lived, that had dense pine forests, but it was mostly farmable land. Off to the other side was the Industrials, or Dusties, for short. That was where most of the witch population lived and worked.
The Dusties were a growing city that looked a little more like a colorful menagerie of cabins and brick buildings. We had all the finer things here that the humans did, thanks to the fact that Witches could cross the Orchard Walls but humans couldn't.
