forum The Fate Oracles (Closed / NSFW / Maybe NSFL)

Started July 28, 2020 by @CasiCasino group

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I know I’m not officially back from hiatus but I’m gonna put this up for now just so that you guys can put down your babies when you want to. This is something that I’ve been planning/doing for the past month and let’s see how this goes down— some of you may already know that this is will be one hell of an emotional ride.

Like TSL, your character should be able to fight and would be best if they had some sort of magic.

«Character Template»

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Gender :
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Magic :
Likes :
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Others :

«Notes»

1. I am not responsible for the amount of tears that will come from this roleplay.
2. I am not responsible for the drama that will potentially happen throughout the story.
3. I will accept any criticism as long as they are about the story itself and not about any of the other participants.
4. Most of the things that will happen here shall remain here unless they correlate to other roleplays.
5. Some scenes will contain: gore, blood, puking, decapitation, sex, rape, and all around NSFW stuff. Don’t say I did not warn you…

• Have Fun! :D
  (- Altrince -)

Name : Troy Luyendyk
Age : Looks to be around 19 or 20
Race : Morphic
Gender : Male
Sexuality : Straight
Magic : Electricity
Likes : Naps, coffee, marshmallows, Chail, coloring with sidewalk chalk, adventure, thunderstorms, string, his friends, painting, wolves, kittens, sunsets, the moon, U2, Hip hop, Guns n' Roses, snow, fish, traveling, rain/water in general, muffins, wind, Friday, and the smell of wood.
Dislikes : Hats, zoos, the circus, feathers, cake, stuck up people, Mondays, sand, Kara, the taste of peanut butter, and excessive use of bad language.
Others : Meet Troy

Name: Michi Hayashi
Age: looks around 21
Race: Human Immortal
Gender: female
Sexuality: Demi, lesbian
Magic: Caloric Healing
Likes: singing, cuddles, attention, naps, concerts, wolves, reading nonfiction, her family, eating
Dislikes: Work, cooking, isolation, hoarders, drinking
Others: Hinata's sister, and pop star. I really need to use her more…

Name : Draco Flavian
Age : 20
Race : Constellation
Gender : Male
Sexuality : Unknown
Magic : Crystalline Breath
Likes : Anything cold, flying, people who understand their self-worth, sword-fighting, martial arts, green tea, silence.
Dislikes : Idiots, the sun, idiots, being restricted, did I mention idiots? People pestering him for no good reason, emotional stuff.
Others : Don’t be surprised if he says he would rather kill you than be your friend.

Note, there are six Sectors that you can be sent to. It will be a randomizer so don’t blame me if you get someone you don’t like, it’s kind of a part of the experience anyways.

Name: Sala'aknai "Salaa" Troykeine
Age: 115
Race: Immortal
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Asexual
Magic: Suncatching - the manipulation of light, heat and radiation. She gets strength from the sun, can soak in its light to grow her ability.
Likes: Food, mostly junk food. Open spaces, sunlight, her friends, sketching. The color of ice when the sun shines on it, long hair, jokes, seeing people get what they deserve, making fun of people, cursing, and blood.
Dislikes: Her sister and brother-in-law. Tight spaces and cramped areas. Eating healthy. Being told to stop doing something she wants to do. People who can't take jokes. Brussel sprouts and broccoli.
Other: She was in prison for a hundred or so years, and so she's not exactly right in the head…

Okay! So I’ve put you all through the randomizer and the Sector is as follows—
Rachel : The Aura Sector
Coral : The Harmony Sector
Lee : The Fallen Sector
Hannah : The Balance Sector

Now if I may ask, could all of you please put up a starter on how your characters would accidentally walk into a ‘cut’ in the multiverse and end up here in the middle of a war that is about to happen— just have them walk through a ‘cut’ and I’ll take you from there.

Michi wiped her brow as she stepped backstage, grinning like a mad woman. She took a deep breath, accepting the water bottle from her son and bodyguard, Ash.
"How did I do?" She asked, taking a drink.
"Wonderful as always, Ma." He fell in step behind her, a faint smile on his lips. Michi drained the bottle, picking up a burger from the table provided for her. She was constantly eating, consuming calories nonstop.
"My next show isn't for a couple days, right? We'll be able to stop home for a bit!" She grinned, ducking though the crowds. Her eyes widened a bit, though, when she realized she hadn't just been walking. This feeling… it wasn't good. Like she wasn't in the same old anymore.
"Ash?" She said quietly.

"Guys?" Troy called opening each of the other rooms and checking inside. "Guys! Why do you always do this? Seth! Lachlan! Tolkalee!"
He had just woken up from a nap, there had been some crashing around and when he'd come out of his room they were all gone. He noticed that their go-bags were all gone, meaning they had not been taken by force. That did mean, however, that they had left him again. And that was frustrating. Last time they'd run off on some kind of treasure hunt without him, he ended up having to save all of them from a giant.
Grumbling, he grabbed his own go-bag and made his way out the door. Making sure to lock it, and hide the key. He started walking and instantly fell through the ground. He let out a yelp of surprise, only barely managing to land on all fours. He had morphed mid fall. A defense mechanism. His wings folded to his sides and his fur fluffed out. Upon trying to go back the way he came, he found that the cut had moved.

If there was anyone who had worse luck than Salaa did, they were probably dead already.

Less than a week after she escaped the prison, and they had already found her. She was being chased through a thickly-grown forest. To make matters worse, she had taken a nasty fall earlier, and she was pretty sure that she had a few cracked ribs. Her power, held back for a hundred years, building uncomfortably beneath her skin, couldn't escape, because of the ice-stone shackles that still latched around her wrists.

So, basically, she was helpless.

She pushed herself to run harder, although her body was weak and frail. Her breath itched in her lungs, and great, rasping gasps tore through her throat. Branches whipped at her, scratching her body, tearing her clothes, but she pressed on, despite the searing pain in her side and the desire to stop and just let them catch her.

Almost… there… She could hear them behind her, gaining on her. She was weak from lack of exercise, and they were strong, well-trained prison guards. They would catch up to her at any moment, unless she got to her hiding spot.

A shot rang through the woods, and she jumped to the side as a bullet grazed her ear. Well, she couldn't go that way, then.

Salaa turned and ran the other way. She wasn't as familiar with this area of the woods, but she knew that, with a little bit of help, she could avoid the soldiers. She saw a break in the trees and ran faster, toward the light. Maybe there would be a place to hide out there…

And then she stopped suddenly. Her feet skidded in the dirt, as she stopped at the edge of a cliff. She stared down at it, feeling dizzy from the height. But as she glanced back and spotted the soldiers coming from the forest, toward her, she decided that it was better to die than go back to that place again.

She jumped. The guards, reaching for her, barely missed her.

She started to plummet. Well, I guess this is it.

And then she hit the ground hard. Weezing as the breath left her lungs, she tried to push herself to her feet and regain her breath. She looked around, confused. Shouldn't the fall have been longer? Was she dead, then? Looking up, there was no sign of mountains. She looked around, and blinked in surprise. This wasn't the forest.

Michi would find herself in a place where the trees around were turning a lifeless gray, where the ground looked like they haven’t been introduced to moisture before, where the fog was thick and cold and was limiting her vision to just a small distance. There was a path nearby where a small lantern can be spotted only to slowly fade as if someone had taken it.

As the closing of the cut was done and finished, Troy would find himself stuck in a black room. Only shadows enveloped those around him. Nothing seemed right. Eventually, a ray of light would shine through the darkness.
“A foul magic was sensed around here,” a voice had spoken out.
“What do you mean, ‘foul’? Unfamiliar?” Another voice replied.
“Indeed.”

When her eyes fluttered open, Salaa would find herself in what appeared to be a hallway filled with knight armor on stands. They were motionless as they should be but something about them and the way that all of them looked at Salaa when she appeared there. Eventually, the armor at the very end of the room started to move.
”Intruder…” the armor spoke out in an inhuman tone. With the battle axe they held, they crept towards Salaa slowly before their pace turned to a run.
”…must exterminate—“

"What on earth?!" Salaa, unable to get to her feet for the moment, scrambled away from the strange knights. It was an out of the frying pan, into the fire kind of situation, wasn't it? Of course it was. She wouldn't be herself if she had good luck.

She finally managed to push herself to her feet, and she backed into the corner of the room, the shackles around her wrists jangling quietly. She looked at it, and then back up at the armor, an idea forming in her mind.

"I hope this works!" She lashed out with the chain around her right wrist, smacking the armor in what would have been the face… if it were a person. Unless this was a living creature… she turned and started to run.

When the head of the armor was hit, the helm came off and fell to the floor. It can then be seen that the armor was moving on its own. The armor slowly regained its stature and had cornered Salaa, raising its axe up in a motion to come down and smash her head wide open. When the axe came down, it stopped just inches away from her head.

A figure stepped in from behind the armor and pulled the suit back, sending it flying to the other side of the hall. They had a pair of shining green eyes, light brown hair which looked messy, and a gas mask on. They reached their hand to Salaa’s form.
”Are you alright there, visitor?” the man had said through the mask.

Salaa stumbled over the chains around her wrists and fell. As the shadow of the axe fell toward her, she cowered back and closed her eyes. So this was how she was die, huh? Kind of dumb. Cornered by a weird robot-mind controlled armor thing. Fantastic. The way she’d always wanted to go.

After a few moments, the axe hadn’t fallen upon her. There was no pain, except for injuries she had already gotten before. She opened her eyes and looked up, startled. The knight had stopped where it was, with the axe blade inches from her face.

And then that person pulled the armor away and extended their hand. Salaa wasn’t sure what do do. Should she accept it? Should she not? She didn’t trust this man, by any means. So she ignored the outstretched hand, although that may have been suicide, and stood on her own. “I’m fine,” she said curtly.

She knew what he would see. A small, frail girl, with torn skin and clothes, looking like she hadn’t seen sun her entire life, hair that hadn’t been cut or really even washed in a long time. Someone so frail and weak-looking that it was a miracle she was still standing in her own.

“Where am I?”

As the closing of the cut was done and finished, Troy would find himself stuck in a black room. Only shadows enveloped those around him. Nothing seemed right. Eventually, a ray of light would shine through the darkness.
“A foul magic was sensed around here,” a voice had spoken out.
“What do you mean, ‘foul’? Unfamiliar?” Another voice replied.
“Indeed.”

Troy's fur bristled at the sound of the voices and he backed farther into the shadows, letting his black coat of fur conceal him. Most likely would have gone towards the light, but Troy was one who wouldn't. With his black fur, he was safer in the dark. A tiny tiny strand of lightning sparked from his paw and he set it down.
Foul, unfamiliar magic… Either that's me and I'm not welcome. Or there's something over here with me, and I don't want to meet it.
His tail wrapped around his leg, incase something attacked him. Less things to grab. His paws were virtually silent. He needed to find a way out, and he figured the light was probably it. However the light was where the voices were coming from. He would have to think of something else.

Michi would find herself in a place where the trees around were turning a lifeless gray, where the ground looked like they haven’t been introduced to moisture before, where the fog was thick and cold and was limiting her vision to just a small distance. There was a path nearby where a small lantern can be spotted only to slowly fade as if someone had taken it.

Michi looked around, frowning sightly. She took a bite of her burger as she thought, wiping the grease off of her chin. She squinted, taking a step towards the light before she really decided to. She had no idea where she was, and any sign of life was welcome now. This place have her the creeps. She continued making her way towards the light, steps quiet.

It was just another average day for Draco. It started the same as it always did; wake up and go fishing.
The water at the bottom of his mountain was always home to the finest carps and eels, something he had unwillingly lived on for the best part of 4000 years and would continue to live on for the foreseeable future.

The best part about living alone in the secluded wilderness was that he didn’t have to face any judgement when biting into the raw, still living fish he caught. Eating them any other way just seemed inappropriate, and there was a lot more flavour in the blood of the fish than it’s meat—or so Draco believed.

After finishing his meal, he stepped into the water to clean himself up. But after stepping forward and scooping up nothing but air, Draco’s blood ran cold. His eyes scanned his new surroundings, though this wasn’t a place he recognised and places like that were rare.
He reached back to where he assumed he had come from before pulling his hand away. No, any idiot would know that they couldn’t go back the same way they came. Perhaps what would be his key to returning home would have something to do with the building resembling a palace before him.

The masked individual eyed Salaa and then their own hand which they gave out. They shook their head slightly.
”This is the Silent Void.” the masked individual had claimed. ”You are in the Balance Sector of the universe,” the person had spoken as they maneuvered to in front of Salaa. ”I take it that you are lost?” as they were speaking, another knight armor came behind them and raised their axe up, about to smash the weapon on the man’s fragile head.

Eventually, the small light had turned to a bigger one. The door had opened up, peering through the door was an individual with a rather fashionable metallic crow mask dawned on them. They looked around, immediately noticing Troy in the corners of the room. They raised their index finger up to their mask in a ‘silent’ motion.
“Found anything?” Another voice came.
“Nope, not at all,” the masked person replied as they closed the door, not locking it, and walking away.

As Michi would approach the light, the atmosphere started to change to a more lively one. The ground was full of flowers, the trees sprouted colors, and the fog had turned to refreshing sunlight. In the distance, she would spot a man of brown hair, picking up some of the flowers and looking at them.

As Draco showed up, a number of moon shaped blades immediately surrounded him neck. The man responsible for the blades showed up.
“Visitor?” He’d muttered to himself, narrowing his eyes at Draco. After a moment’s thought, the moon shaped blades disintegrated as the man looked down at Draco.
“State your name,”

Eventually, the small light had turned to a bigger one. The door had opened up, peering through the door was an individual with a rather fashionable metallic crow mask dawned on them. They looked around, immediately noticing Troy in the corners of the room. They raised their index finger up to their mask in a ‘silent’ motion.
“Found anything?” Another voice came.
“Nope, not at all,” the masked person replied as they closed the door, not locking it, and walking away.

Silent huh? Okay, so what if I just don't?
He moved silently through the room to the door and peered under it. He was searching for signs of whoever had just opened the door, and whoever the other person was. An idea was forming in his head, but he needed to have a little more time, than what he had, before whoever that was got back to him. He placed a paw on the door to see what it was made out of. It didn't really matter in the end. Metal or wood he'd be able to get through it somehow.

Draco stood up to his full height, glancing down slightly at the yellow-eyed man before him. “Draco Flavian, and you are?”
He looked the shorter man up and down, his eyes betrayed no nervous emotion. It was only logical to assume that this man was responsible for the moon blades, so despite his somewhat child-like stature, it wouldn’t be wise to come across as a threat to him.

“The… where?” Salaa hauled herself to her feet, ignoring the outstretched hand. “I’ve never heard of any of those places you’ve just mentioned.” She glanced around. “But hopefully it’s a better place than where I was before.” She rubbed her shoulder.

And then she spotted the armor, with the axe raised to come down onto his head. “Watch out!” She said, then immediately felt foolish. After all, the guy had thrown the other suit of armor clear across the room.