forum An Ancient Kingdom Dies (Small group, 2/2 ⎮ Mature, 15+)

Started May 12, 2023 by @lord-of-the-carnival group

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this roleplay will be based off of a song by TheFatRat called "Pride and Fear." I'll be using the lyrics as a prompt for this one so it's not required to listen to it but i highly suggest you do since it's honestly a good song!

Once a realm on the shoulders of giants, forged with ember and gold. An empire stood through the clouds, it was endless, stories of peace it foretold. . .

The empire continent of Emarusia was a wonderful paradise of vibrant colors and enthusiastic scientific progression, a mighty yet peaceful nation of strong minded and joyful peoples. War and famine were relics of a bygone age, and death was getting less and less common. Theft and murder were delt with swiftly and harshly.

Where sea meets sky, emerald water in moonlight, mountain tops kissed with snow. . . People held up the legends of bounty, reaping the peace that they sowed.

It was a lustrous nation of age old mountains and old-growth forests untouched by mortal hands for centuries. People respected nature and treated the world around them with kindness and compassion, always asking for permission before cutting down a tree or going on the hunt for food. Legends of ancient, benevolent deities kept children in awe even into adulthood, teaching the virtues of respect and discipline. No blood had been spilt in wars or revolt for ages. . .

But one by one, in secrets, planted greed. . . and watered it with pride and fear.

But as it is with every peaceful nation, there are those who are, as a basis, discontent with the status quo, who always wanted more, especially amongst the noblemen and women.

Seasons changed, like the turning of tides, the blossoms started to fade. . . The air grew heavy, electric in warning, the greedy knelt down and they prayed

The land started to lose its apparant blessing as more and more people became discontent, became greedy and violent and cruel. They turned away from the gods, and worshipped coin and trade instead.

They begged for peace, for the legends of bounty, no one planted or sowed. The secrets grew like the storm in the distance, came to collect what they owed. . .

War came. It came swift and devoured the forests in flame, children swallowed by blood and steel and pain. It tore through the mountains and the people turned back to the old gods, but it was too late. They were already gone, their bodies which had served as anchors now rotting or hewn by giant swords or frozen in ice. Some faded, some simply went into hiding.

The poisoned fruit fell not far from the tree, the fiend that nobody could see. Once a realm on the shoulders of giants, forged with ember and gold. Now a lost land, it's fading in silence, haunted by demons and ghosts. . .

Emarusia fell, and with it fell their age of prosperity and peace. The land was consumed by the remnants of those who had survived, and now the old lands are salted and barren, petrified forests paying homage to what once was. The new kingdom of Tÿr was filled with evil and spectres.

It's up to a brave few, sons and daughters of old heros and maybe even monsters, to cleanse this land, to bring back the glory of the old gods. They may yet succeed, though not without learning harsh truths and confronting slumbering evils long pinned underneath soil and rock by the last of the fighters of Emarusia. It is up to the gods whther they wish this or not. . .

So for those of you who don't know, my group RPs tend to cover sensitive topics like graphic violence and stuff like that, so stalk at your own risk! Not going to say don't stalk at all for this one - it's going to be fun and fast paced - but uh- this one is going to be a doozy, with a lot of less savory themes; just about the only things that won't be allowed here are incest and rape/sexual assault. This is going to be a dark high fantasy roleplay, so racism is going to be included here, though i'm keeping racism strictly an NPC concept, meaning i'll be the one writing it. Sexism is okay, but not explicit ableism or downright nazism. Don't go overboard, treat the writers theirselves with respect and if you're not comfortable about any of this, ignore it! It's not hurting you, and you can move on about your day.

RULES!

1. As previously stated, this will cover some controversial and horrible themes. This does not mean you get to be a dick OOC! If I see any rudeness or anger towards me or the other member, I'll ask whoever was being rude and/or disrespectful to sort it out. If they can't, they'll be booted. This means andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)'s Rules still apply, basically!
2. I will be asking for a writing sample if I've never roleplayed with you before! If I deny you it's nothing against you, it just means you might not be the best fit.
3. Power is expected, but don't be overpowered. I expect a general overview of powers I can expect from your character; if I feel you're too powerful I'll ask you to alter it slightly. It's nothing against you, I just need this one to not be a sort of thing where everyone's ignoring plot points in favor of their own power.
4. I'm not exactly the best about this, but I expect at least one paragraph responses. (meaning 3-5 sentences, minimum.) That being said, don't write short stories! I'm probably going to skip over an important detail if you write anything more than 2 long paragraphs, and I don't want that to be an issue so I'm calling it here. (I'll be doing my best with this as well lol)
5. Most important, work with me and the other people who join! If something is mentioned such as a magic dulling/negating effect, or something like environmental details, don't ignore it or say that the character can't be affected by it. It ruins the fun in my opinion. So please, just work with the responses. This doesn't mean don't point out any issues, though- correct me if I'm wrong about something!
6. Last one- just have fun here! That's it!

Have a potato for making it through all of that lol 🥔

Name:
Nicknames/Titles (Optional):
Age:
Ethnicity:
Gender:
Sexuality:

Appearance-
Hair Color & Length:
Eye Color:
Height:
Weight:
Skin Color:
Body Type:
Facial Structure:
Markings (i.e. scars, tattoos, etc.):
Face Claim (Optional):
Voice Claim (Optional):

Personality-
Basic Traits:
Biases:
Political Lean (Optional):
Motivations (Optional):
Flaws:
Hobbies:
Talents:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Fears:
Hopes:

Power(s)-
Basic Outline (Repeat for every power):
Drawbacks (Repeat for every power):
Inherent Limitations (Repeat for every power; limitations aren't optional here):
Special Applications (Optional):

Name: Percival Huang
Nicknames/Titles (Optional): The Chained Warrior
Age: 23
Ethnicity: were this not a literal fantasy story where human race and ethnic groups didn’t really hold relevance here (at least I’m assuming, correct me if I’m wrong), I’d say he’s Chinese/Ethnically Jewish since that’s what he is in my writing project.
Gender: Trans man, he/him
Sexuality: Very, very gay. Like, the gaydar of this lad is off the charts.

Appearance-
Hair Color & Length: A beautiful obsidian black that falls down to his mid-back in soft, gentle slight waves, typically braided or tied up somehow.
Eye Color: Deep brown like garden mulch, green and gold flecks within.
Height: 5’11”
Weight: Skinny for his height, but his body is still strong enough to hold up in a fight.
Skin Color: Pale with cool undertones.
Face Claim (Optional): N/A
Voice Claim (Optional): Hunter from The Owl House, but like, a bit older.

Personality-
Basic Traits: Flirtatious yet extremely flustered, almost chaste when people actually bother to return the affection, and very kind even when arguably the person it’s directed at doesn’t deserve it. Very optimistic.
Biases: Uhh none? He’s dealt with enough bs to know that you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.
Political Lean (Optional): N/A
Motivations (Optional): To make the world a more whole, safe, and healthy place to live in.
Flaws: Probably just that he’s bad at taking care of himself, and will almost always put the needs of others before his own.
Hobbies: Gardening, cooking, and psychoanalysis of his friends.
Talents: Anything to do with plants.

Power(s)- Can commune with the earth and plants, his powers grow stronger but less under control the more he uses them.
Basic Outline (Repeat for every power): Growth- He can grow and manipulate plant matter in the vicinity kinda like Poison Ivy (the Batman villain, not the plant). Earth’s Venom- can create powerful poisons and toxins that can basically… uhh, kill you or anything living besides himself. Doesn’t use this except to cull harmful plants in his garden and would NEVER use it on a human or otherwise person… for now. Speak To The Trees- can glean information about what has happened in an area by using the networks in plants.
Drawbacks (Repeat for every power): Growth- costs a lot of energy even for small things, has put him in a coma before. Earth’s Venom- cannot destroy nonliving nonnatural matter. Speak To The Trees- uh not really any drawbacks other than he can only use it for detective work ex. he can’t actually see or hear what happened, as most plants do not see or hear.
Inherent Limitations (Repeat for every power; limitations aren't optional here): Growth- can’t do anything to animal or really non plant/fungi type matter, limited range for now. Earth’s Venom- Again, limited physical range, usually needs to be touching him or if a gas be within close quarters to work. Speak To The Trees- again, can’t actually see what’s happened, ex. he can know that blood was in the soil and can detective work it out that someone was killed, and for decaying matter on site can glean what type of thing or person was killed.
Special Applications (Optional): Really none?? They’re pretty general abilities haha, nothing super special.

(lol, i make them so long for personal preference; i do add or take away aspects depending, but generally changes i make stick)

(Lol ok! Also let me know if Percival is ok!)

(This is very long sorry! I'm aware that this is mostly dialogue and you don't have to read all of it, and if you're looking for something less dialogue-heavy I can provide that. this isn't from an rp but it is from a wip)

Darius Irvine stared at the map in front of him, eyebrows furrowed. He brought a clawed hand to his chin. He'd known the constellations above him for so long that he felt as if he were born with that ability; but there was nothing on the star map that he recognized. "Tahlia, come here, please?" He turned to his co-captain, who had been fiddling with a pearl she'd found. At his request, she placed the pearl back in the box and examined the star map on the desk. "This again?" Tahlia sighed.
"Yes," he replied. "Does any of this appear familiar to you?" The map was something the captain had discovered in one of his many chests, covered in dust. The paper was yellowed and ripped around the edges, depicting an ever-changing sky. Thalia clicked her tongue. "Can't say I do. What makes you think I'd know anything about this, anyway?"
"It mocks me," Darius seethed. "But fate and the stars above brought this to me. As an astronomer, I'm compelled to comply," he said fervently. Tahlia smirked at his dramaticism. "I see." She nodded, though she didn't entirely understand his musings. "Have you considered stopping by and talking to a mage?"
"I have a bounty on my head." Damien rolled up the map like a scroll and knelt by the chest he found it in. "So do you."
"So? We've been at sea for years and I haven't been caught. Neither have you.
"One day, Tahlia," Damien began, closing the chest, "You will captain this vessel. You are a wonder in combat, really, but you have to be careful."
"… That has nothing to do with-"
"It does." Irvine stood and crossed his arms, looking pained as he said this. "I don't trust that you won't get yourself killed."
"I won't be killed, and I won't captain, either. Not any time soon, at least."
"You think you'll pass before me?" Damien cocked his head and stood. "Just yesterday, you or I could have been shot down."
"I don't know. I figured we'd die at the same time. We are not only allies, but siblings to the sea. When you go, I will go as well, should the heavens allow it. If not, I'll find a way."
"That is a heartfelt sentiment, but a childish one. Someone has to overlook Valiance when I die. This journey will surely take me- meddling with magic has consequences, as I'm sure you know." Tahlia averted her eyes, hands on her hips. If we don't go down together, then what, Stallard?" He didn't wait for a reply. "I will go suddenly, without warning. As is the fate of anyone who chooses the ocean. As is the fate of a captain. A loyal one, anyway. I hope you know that."