OOC||

Alright, so I have been slowly been learning a lesson and what I have learned thus far is that you always post all the information on your role play before you post your introduction, so here it goes.

The plot for this particular role play centers on a race of people who have been dubbed “witches” by humans and hunted as such by anyone looking for some money in their pockets. In reality they are not witches, but merely another species (along with the countless others that inhabit the fantasy realm) that have their own set of abilities exclusive to their kind.
Their abilities are really only a single ability, which is the power to control and alter things that exist. I say things that exist because they can not create anything, only alter and control what is already present. In example; they could only start a fire if there was some sort of fire source already present, or they could only fill a cup with water if there was the presence of water in the cup or nearby (this means yes, they can multiply things and make them larger or more plentiful).
Also, they can not control anything with a will, like a human, another of their kind, or anything else that can think like a human (have emotions, intelligent thoughts, etc.).
For the most part these “witches” (for they don’t really have any other name they go by) appear human, beside the fact that they are usually flawless; perfect.
Of course, not all of their kind is perfect now due to the frequent use of “mutilation” as a form of torture.
Another characteristic of their kind is that they are mainly males, with the exception of a few females (which is the reason why the females can live so much longer).
Besides the “witches” there are a number of other creatures in this role play; centaurs, actual witches (who are really just humans who know how to read ancient spells written down by the gods), there are also pixies, trolls (which are more human in appearance then traditional trolls, with the exception of grey skin, red hair, and the same evil tendencies), elementals (those who control single elements), and pretty much any creature you could think of (beside those who don’t really fit into the setting, such as angels and those types of beings).

Now to the setting, the story is set in the non-existent land of Dragonia. The story will start in the capital city of Jara, but naturally it will be able to spread out to different areas on the map (which you will have to create, because I’m just to lazy to do it and plus it forces you to be more creative and aid in the advancement of the story). The current season is winter, and Dragonia isn’t a pleasant place in winter, so imagine blasting blizzards and boarded up buildings.
Dragonia is set in the “dark ages,” so think horse drawn carts (or four eyed ox drawn, which ever suits you) and lots and lots of mead.

As for rules, well there aren’t many. No god-moding, obviously. Literacy is expected, this means minimum spelling mistakes (a few can be excused, most of them will be mine no doubt) no chatspeak, and of course at least five sentences a post. Other then that there aren’t really any limits to speak of (yeah, it could get “mature,” but remember to keep it mature, and not just some pitiful “cybersex” session).

As for character ideas, well you could be any number of species (make sure to quickly run it by me if you aren’t sure) and pretty much have any occupation (from mercenary to bartender to king, anything you want). If you’re still stuck for ideas just send me a PM and I’ll try and help you out.

As is my habit I will not be allowing list descriptions (at least not until I decide that there are enough people that we need to keep track, and even then it will only be permitted on the OCC board).

Now to my introduction…

IC||

Nadezhda Zephaniah sat at the end of the bed, her emerald eyes staring at the mirror that hung across from her, in turn giving her a view out the large glass window at the sea as it turned and splashed calmly under the darkness of winter clouds. The room where she sat was warmed by a small metal stove that sat off to one corner, its black legs bolted firmly to the floor to keep it from tossing as the vessel did.
Her gaze shifted around the rest of the room; it hadn’t changed much since the last time she had been here, the ancient writing desk was still bolted at the farthest corner from the door, documents hanging from its loose drawers. There was a small round table she didn’t recognize sitting near the writing desk, as well as two finely crafted chairs standing on either side. She noticed that the items seemed to be part of the floor rather then bolted there, as if they had sprouted from the cracking gopher wood.
She stood, walking to the mirror, staring at herself with a brow raised. “Look at yourself.” She groaned, running slender fingers through the tangle of bright orange hair that cascaded down from her head and obscured her bear shoulders. She wrinkled her nose to one side and then the other, leaning forward to examine the splash of brown freckles that ran over her high cheek bones, accenting her porcelain skin.
Every man she had met proclaimed her beauty, she had been proposed to eighteen times and she had only just turned twenty this past summer. Beauty made men blind, no matter what species they were. It made women blind to, but more with jealousy and anger then admiration.
Nadezhda stepped back from the mirror, adjusting her brown corset higher on her feminine curves before running her hands over the wrinkles in her black skirt.
She wore nothing on her feet; her boots were placed beside the door behind her. She only wore them when it was necessary, and at the moment it wasn’t necessary.
“Ugh, it will have to do.” Nadezhda sighed, turning only to find her nose at the chest of a man who stood at least a foot higher then herself.
“I think it will do nicely little Nadia.” He said, looking down at her with blue eyes that seemed to hold the essence of the sea in their depths, a fact that carried with it no sense of calm but a sense of an unpredictable nature.
“I didn’t hear you come in, how long have you been here?” she demanded, sounding offended when she knew she had no right.
He laughed; running a hand under her chin before stepping passed her toward the table. She turned after him, not trusting this hunted man. He reached around the table, pulling out a bottle of wine and two glasses. He set the glasses on the table and began to pour, “So, what brings you back to my chambers little Nadia?” he asked, setting the bottle in the middle of the table.
“It’s Nadezhda. And I see you haven’t changed a bit Simon, even after all these years.” She said, lifting her hand and watching as one of the glasses drifted from the table toward her. She gripped its cool stem with her fingers, sipping slowly, still watching him.
He shrugged, turning to her with his own glass in hand. “A man is a man, or a woman if he so chooses.” He said with a snicker, downing the red liquid quickly.
Nadezhda shook her head, the same irritating jokes even. No, Simon Valkor had not changed at all.
“So tell me little Nadia,” he said, setting the empty glass on the table, “Have you birthed any children yet or are you still being ignored by the gods of fertility?”
“You disgust me.” Nadezhda hissed, walking past him to set her glass on the table roughly.
“You’re the one who keeps promising sons to those young fools.” Simon said, running his hands up her sides as he rested his chin on her shoulder by her ear.
“You were one of those fools once.” She said, staring at him out of the corner of her eye.
“But I know better now.” He whispered.
Nadezhda’s gasped as he spun her around, pressing the cold steel of his cutlass to her throat.
“Now tell me what you came for.” He hissed, grinning.
She stared at him, wide eyed with shock, “Jara, I only wish to return home.” She said.
“Jara? That’s three days out of our way, you actually expected me to take you there? We aren’t that good of friends you know.”
“Yes… but there have been rumors…” She trailed off, shifting her gaze to the door.
“What rumors?” he demanded, pressing the blade closer to her throat. “What rumors?!” he shouted.
She looked at him, “That you were helping those in need. Your kind, my kind, the hunted.”
“Well you heard wrong.” He growled, lowering the blade, returning it to its sheath at his side.
“What are you going to do with me? We are too far from port to return.”
“Throw you into the ocean, cut you up, hang you. Whatever I feel in the mood for.”
“Then do it now, I won’t be held like some petty criminal.” Nadezhda shouted, anger burning in her eyes.
Simon shook his head, “Look at what the world has done to you. You’re…” he trailed off.
“What? Scared? Weak? Pathetic? So are you! Why else do you think you’re on this god forsaken ship all the time?” She yelled, beating her fist against his chest.
“Nadia, please, stop.” He said, grabbing her hand.
”Just kill me, I just want to die.” She sobbed, burying her face in his chest.
Simon sighed, wrapping his arms around her. “Alright, that’s enough.”
He stumbled as she pushed him back from her and onto to the bed.
She rolled her eyes at him, cutlass in hand. “You’re still a fool.” She said, embedding the blade into the floor boards.
Nadezhda stepped to the bed, climbing over his shocked form, sitting on his abdomen as she leaned over his chest, pulling the brass buttons that held his jacket shut loose. “Nadia, you don’t know what your doing.”
“Shhhh, of course I do, don’t you remember?”
“Yes, but that was a long time ago, this isn’t the time.”
“Don’t worry; no one will hear a sound this time.”
“That’s not what I-“she pressed a finger to his lips, pulling his jacket open.
“No undershirt. Isn’t that just like you?” She said, running her fingers through his black hair as she kissed his neck.
“Jara’s too far away.” He said, at the same time running a hand down her back.
“But the Agua ports are closed anyway.” She whispered, nuzzling his ear with her nose.
“They are?” his tone was distant.
“Yes, they always are during the winter.”
“I knew that.”
“Of course you did. So: Jara?” She hissed into his ear, running her nails down his bare chest, leaving red marks in their wake.
“Jara.” He echoed, the sound of his heart beating loud in his ears.

Seagulls screeched as the hull of the Windchaser rolled into the last free space at the Jara port, forced roughly against the sturdy planks of the dock by the gathering winter storm. Ropes were thrown over its sides followed by half the hands on deck, scrambling to secure the massive vessel to the provided steel loops. Captain Simon Valkor oversaw the operation from the window in his room, adjusting his tricorn hat.
“Here you are, and now we are stuck.” He muttered, obviously displeased with the fact that he would be staying the night in the capital city port. Nadezhda smirked, tying the end of her hair to finish the braid she had been working on for the past five minutes.
“It seems you are still foolish.” She said, sliding her slim feet into her leather boots, the strings lacing themselves as her hand touched them.
“Don’t test me Nadia; the sea is already testing me today.”
She sighed, shrugging as she reached for the animal skin jacket she had left under the bed two days earlier, wriggling her arms into its thin yet warm sleeves, tying the front closed with a black leather belt.
“I’m leaving, aren’t you going to say anything?” she asked, turning to the door.
“Good-bye, I hope you find what you’re looking for.”
“I wish you the same.” She said, dipping her head at his back before she pulled the cabin door open, stepping out onto the windy deck.
Her braid proved to be weakly put together, pulling apart as soon as the wind blasted it, sending her orange hair whipping about her face.
“Nadia!” she heard Simon call, turning to see him standing in the open doorway.
“Yes?”
“Stay out of trouble, please.”
She smiled, nodding at him, “You too, no one else will let me on their ship and you know me.”
“Can’t stay put for more then a month. Yes, I know.”
“Till then.” She said, moving to one of the ropes. Nadezhda scrambled down the side of the ship, landing softly on the dock.
She turned to face the shops that lined the port, marking the entrance to Jara. The largest building read Dancing Bear Inn on a sign dangling above its door. It looked like the kind of place a criminal or a bounty hunter would lurk in, the last place on earth she wanted to be. Another gust of wind blasted her face, this time sharp drops of icy rain lashing at her skin. She shivered, hunching her shoulders at the cold as she scanned the line of shops.
There were no other inns, and she didn’t want to enter the city until she was sure no one was looking for her. “The Dancing Bear it is.” She muttered, stepping forwards.
Inside it was warm and dry, beside those factors it smelled, there were at least thirty people gathered at tables in the small dining area (apparently the inn also doubled as a tavern on the first floor), and the entire place looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in months.
Nadezhda shoved these factors to the back of her mind, writing her name on the guest list and placing the fee of three coins in the owner’s fat hand. From there she retreated to her room on the second floor, locking the door behind her.
Simon would be spending the night on his ship, maybe she should have stayed there. It was too late to go back now though.
Much too late.

OOC|| And there’s my VERY lengthy introduction (my apologies, but I just can’t keep my fingers from hitting the keys, it must be a disorder or something). Anyway, if anyone wants to be Simon Valkor or a member of his crew go right ahead, but you’ll have to invent a reason to be staying in Jara (which shouldn’t be hard considering the weather conditions). Feel free to jump in at any time, hopefully before I go insane with boredom.

PS – I will be starting up an OOC thread once someone joins so we can work on the plot and all that together.

Sweet Crackers, have you not made like 8 games so far?

OOC|| Three, but yeah, I'm still looking for something to join (all the good ones have about a million posts, and that intimidates me XD)

UPDATE - Oh, I deleted all those other topics, you're right, its too much too soon (but I'm keeping this one!)

yea most of the threads have a bunch of posts but just read and put yourself in!

OOC|| I found a couple! Now comes the wait to see if my characters can actually fit in.

OOC|| And now my board is clutterd