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Umbra Orat

Umbra Orat

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What are gods but a projection of man's own thoughts?

1,443 readers have visited Umbra Orat since JacksColdSweat created it.

Verix are listed as curators, giving them final say over any conflict & the ability to clean up mistakes.

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_______Where is justice when you clasp your hands desperately in the courtroom, pleading silently for a fair verdict? Where is luck when you blow softly through your fingers, squeezing your eyes shut as you pray for the dice to land on just the numbers you need? Where is fate when you search frantically for the slip of paper that has the number of the person you're convinced is your soul mate on it? Where is order, chaos, destiny? They are everywhere. They are here.
HELLO WORLD

Humans have so much more power than they realize. It's a shame, really, how they live on in blissful ignorance of the strength they wield. They blather on and on about how they're the masters of their own fate, unaware that by simply speaking the word, they've doomed themselves to follow Fate. It's a miracle they haven't killed themselves yet. See, the Buddhists had it right, with their mystical ideas of Tulpas and conjured beings. But it goes so much further than that. Humans create their own gods. By wishing for luck, they create Luck. By defying fate, they conjure Fate. By fearing death, praising life, Death and Life were made. These beings, crafted carefully from the mass thoughts of millions of human beings, watch over their life force. Gods, one might call them, though certainly not benevolent ones. They are self-serving primarily, fully aware that their survival depends on the common belief, and so they ensure every day, that what they are exists.

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_____On a plane of existence man will never see, these gods gather. Like any pantheon, there are varying levels of superiority. Life and Death, the two that have remained the most constant throughout history, sit upon the high thrones. Surrounding them, in a semi circle, sit the other five who hold the most power presently. Currently those seats are held by Fate, Coincidence, Luck, Order, and Chaos. The others are forced to seat themselves in the stone rows that line the room, no grand throne to call their own. These gods sit in the shadows, waiting for their moment to grasp power.

But there are some that are tired of waiting. They have never held power, never tasted strength. They decide to take it. Divide and conquer assures their victory. Sleep sneaks into Death's bedchamber at night and slits his throat. He finishes his job with Order. Destruction holds a hand over Chaos' mouth until she breathes no more; he does the same to Coincidence. Delirium gleefully does her part, artfully assassinating Life and Luck as they sleep. But they do not finish as they had hoped. Justice, who has always willingly declined a throne, catches them, retreating from rooms, covered in tainted blood. And somehow, with soft words, they pull her to their side. Fate, who has always been a friend, finds her in the hall, and she promptly pushes a blade through his heart. And their job is done.

But Justice is not the only one with keen eyes. Destiny remains in the shadows, sees all but says nothing. He is not swayed, cannot be swayed. Things were as they should be, and he is determined to return to that.




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___Though dead, the Seven are not defeated. Immortal beings, death does not kill them. Instead, it scatters them. Reborn as normal humans, they live normal lives. They are normal. And that is the only thing that keeps them safe. For until they have fully realized their identities, they truly can die. And their murderers are very eager to see them gone for good.

Luckily for them, the sole witness to the heinous deeds committed by the covetous group has followed them to Earth. And luckily for Destiny, all of the seven were reborn in close proximity to each other, and now that they're attending the same high school, it makes it infinitely easier for him to keep an eye on them. As well as, when the time comes, train them to regain their titles.

But the time might come sooner than he expected. When an attack is launched, discreetly, on the school, it becomes clear to Destiny that the new command has found away around the usually impenetrable safeguard against the death of gods. So he forces his hand, forces everyone's hand. But he's not helping a group of gods, he's herding a group of scared teenagers that have no idea who they really are. And it's his job to show them. But it's harder than it sounds, especially when he also has to protect them from a couple of other gods, these ones actually capable, who are out for their blood.




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Aᴄᴛɪᴠɪᴛʏ ; Post Length, and Literacy: I'm looking for some real dedicated roleplayers here, who are willing to commit! That means pretty frequent posting with a decent post size of at least 400 words. Obvs, a little less is fine now and then. Writers block gets us all (╥︣﹏᷅╥᷅), but a definite minimum of 300 words please. Regarding literacy, I don't expect novelist level style, but remember to not switch up your and you're and we'll be good. (Oxford comma is optional, but if you wanna get on my good side... (>‿◠)✌) I make observations on literacy based on the character sheet, and if I don't think you're up to par, I'll reject you (privately, of course, I'm not inhumane), so be sure to make it hella nice!

Rєѕєяναтισηѕ ; If you're going to reserve a spot, please do so in the OOC along with the title of your favorite song at the moment. Reservations will last 48 hours to get an at least 1/6th completed WIP in, and then four more days to finish it. If you need more time, don't hesitate to ask! Up to two people will be allowed to compete for a spot. A character sheet will be provided in the OOC, but don't feel obligated to use it! It's pretty boring, so as long as you include the same information, any sheet is fine. ☜(ˆ▿ˆc)

ƓєηєяαƖ ; The Rules that never go away. You know them all: no god-modding, no taking control of someone else's character, no smut, etc... Follow the rules of RPG basically.

ƐxcєѕѕινєƖу ; Soooo I think you've pretty much figured it out that this is meant to be a pretty action-y roleplay. So violence is going to be a given. I don't think many people are usually up to typing out crazy descriptive gore, but it merits saying that the violence and gore should be kept pretty low key. I mean, don't censor yourself, but don't make us all wanna vomit either. Cursing is perfectly acceptable, I'll be doing it all the time probably. Also! Just because this is action oriented, doesn't mean there can't be any romancing and jazz, just keep it PG m'mates. ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ

Aвιℓιту ; So as gods, each character is going to have one major ability, and maybe even one or two secondary powers. Please run any extras by me or Verix, especially if you think you might be making some too OPed. Your character's ability should have something to do with what they're the god of. Some of them'll obviously be much easier to come up with something for, like Death and Luck, but don't be afraid to get creative! And if you're unsure about anything, you can always run it by either me or Verix!

Hανє Ƒυη; Yay! This is the primary objective of this, as with all roleplays. So that means I absolutely encourage chit-chat in the OOC, talking about plotting, or anything! An rp tends to die out if the people involved don't talk a lot, and I don't want to see that happen. Also! Pssst- check out the transparent text at the bottom for the rest of the password. That should be it, thanks for stopping by!
For the rest of the password, tell me your FC, Hex Code, and ability when reserving. Aaaaand, just for fun, make a really subtle reference to your favorite Disney movie. I might be a little paranoid lol

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Character Portrait: Chess Belle Character Portrait: Cordelia Abernathy Character Portrait: Braeden Eilian Character Portrait: Wren Evergast Character Portrait: Finley Leigh Character Portrait: Oliver Hart Character Portrait: Phoenix Vessalius Character Portrait: Ezra Fontaine Character Portrait: Leland Plantaget
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O O C ; Not the best, but I did promise you all so here it is.
L O C A T I O N ; Apartment => Classroom => Outside

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__________EARLIER
As with any other day Cordelia woke up with sleep in her eyes and a strong desire to go back to sleep. The alarm next to her though made she couldn't do that, and so with a slight grumble she willed herself out of bed, walking herself to the kitchen where the cold floor made her shiver. 'It's fall already?' she questioned having not noticed the changes in the weather.'I'll have to turn the heater on soon,' but the mundane thought of every day life was pushed to the back her mind as the eggs on her stove began to burn as she had lost track of time once again.

Barley saving her eggs she ate with gusto knowing that no one was there to watch with such poor manners; something she knew they'd all judge her for. At such a pace though within minutes the plate was clean of any food and was then promptly put into the dishwasher where a pile began to form. Having no experience with domestic tasks for very long Cordelia haphazardly placed the dishes in way where they would never get clean - not that she knew of that little fact of course.

Regardless though of her inability to do simple tasks such as placing dishes in the dishwasher, she had to get ready for school. Only the thought of it being Friday was what willed her to move at a faster pace than normal. The week had been Hell for her, with tests being thrown at her left and right and piles of homework she had yet to catch up on - sleep was a thing she almost forgot about. "Did I do everything for today?" she asked while locking the door to her house. And so going though the list of her classes she tried to recall what they had done the day before. Math was a test day, which she thought one hundred percent she failed, history they took notes, and gym they didn't do anything aside from basketball. The last two periods though she was unsure of for she couldn't remember if the teacher had given homework or if it was her mind playing tricks on her. Cordelia mentally noted to ask Breaden about it when she got to her fourth period.


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The halls were not quiet, but neither were they too loud. A strange occurrence for a normally rowdy school where fights were an everyday spectacle and gossip wasn't a hobby but rather a career at which students thrived at. Cordelia didn't know whether or not she found their lack of personal space to be an annoyance or admirable for how persistent they were. Although, such chatter was especially prominent in English where the teacher encouraged everyone to talk about their feelings and write them down. Often Cordelia wondered if the teacher had been a hippy or modern nomad at one point.

Regardless of any bias toward her teacher she still gave the utmost respect to her and thus found herself as the teacher's lapdog where all student responsibilities were shoved onto her. And not wanting to upset her Cordeilia did as she was told without complaining, too much. Of course at the end of each class period she would complain to Breaden on how she say no, but always contradicts herself when he agrees with her. "But I can't say no to a teacher," she'd argue knowing that whatever he'd respond with she'd just argue against that too. It was a never ending cycle of 'I want to stop but I can't.'

As the bell rung for the fourth period to start Cordelia brought herself out of her musings and pulled out her notebook to work on that day's starter. 'Humans are conflicting, describe a time when you felt mixed emotions.' With a soft sigh she looked up from the writing on the once clean sheet of paper to glance at her silver haired friend. 'Help me' she mouthed but quickly looked down when the teacher shook her head in disappointment.

After being caught talking to Breaden Cordelia didn't try to distract her self from the work anymore, but luckily for her she didn't have to. A loud thud was heard in the distance and all the students stopped working to inquire each other what it might have been. "Settle down students, you have two more minutes to work on your starter before we share. Use your time wise-," but the patronizing demand of their teacher was cut off by the sight of red and orange flames and a rather loud boom to go along with it.

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Ɩσcαтιση ◆ House > School


Your best friend and worst enemy are both in this room - right now.
It's not your neighbor right or left.
It's not God or the Devil.
It's you.


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----It would be extremely accurate to say that Finley wasn't feeling up to the task of attending school. Although it's often one of the things that she put first, she simply didn't have the will to go. Her father and mother had already left for their jobs, so there would truly be no one to stop her from staying home if she truly wanted to.

----Although she felt an odd inclination to attend school, and finally surrendered and decided to just get dressed. As always, she seemed over dressed, more than usual because of the weather changing outside. Over the years, it has grown into a habit of Finleys, she felt as though it was acting as protection from something. Another common thing for her to do was to skip breakfast. She often hears all this "preaching" about how it's the most important meal of the day, though she couldn't careless about if she ate breafast or not. It simply wasn't important to her.

---- Following her morning schedule to a strict tee, she wouldn't leave the house until it was exactly ten minutes before school started. Her house was in close walking distance from the school, and it often wouldn't take her more than three or four minutes to reach the her destination.

----This gave her time to catch up on any homework that she failed to finish the night before, which rarely ever happened due to her parents' interference, and a chance to do other things if she so chose. It was the schedule that Finley had grown accustomed to, one where she would feel lost if she were ever to go a weekday without following it. This is where her perfectionism showed the most, as she was often distressed when things weren't a certain way.

----Soon, it was time for her to leave for school and she did exactly that, making it into the school just six minutes before the bell had rung for first period. She had nothing else important to do at the time, so she merely just waited for the bell to ring before heading off to class.

----Walking through the hallways was always something Finley had hated, as she could always seem to feel the students' eyes as they stared at her scar. Even if people tried to be polite and not mention it, there was not hiding the fact that it was there and it drew attention no matter where she went. Over time she's grown used to the fact, although sometimes she wishes she could just get rid of the nasty thing permanently. But it was a scar that she would have to live with, even if she didn't exactly want to. But who truly wants to live with their scars?

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----The bell for fourth period had yet rung, although Finley had already made her way to class. The day was like it seemed close to being over, and she honestly couldn't wait until she got home. Her father had promised to teach her some new techniques in swordsmanship and it was one of the things she was looking forward to whenever she got off of school. People slowly filed into the classroom as the teacher began to get the lesson for today ready. She paid no mind to those who would stare and instead continued to be lost in her own wandering thoughts.

----Soon the bell signalling the beginning of the fourth period rung and everyone returned to their seats. The teacher's instructions were drowned out by Finley's own thoughts as she only pretended to be paying attention. What did shake her from her day dreaming, however, was the rather loud thud heard in the distance. She dismissed it as some rowdy class, making a bunch of noise. Then, this was greeted by a loud explosion. Almost instantly she was grateful for the fact that she didn't eat breakfast or anything else that day, as she soon began to feel rather queasy.

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Character Portrait: Chess Belle Character Portrait: Cordelia Abernathy Character Portrait: Braeden Eilian Character Portrait: Wren Evergast Character Portrait: Finley Leigh Character Portrait: Oliver Hart Character Portrait: Phoenix Vessalius Character Portrait: Ezra Fontaine Character Portrait: Leland Plantaget
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Mornings are always a joy for Wren, it started with a huge stack of pancakes which she had made all by herself, this was an accomplishment only because she wasn't used to her own just yet. It was familiar like an old dream but things had been moved around so it took a bit longer to find everything she needed. But once she had finished a stack of six pancakes sat in front of her which she divided up onto two plates, the first she lathered up with enough syrup to kill a diabetic. When she had finished she left the other three pancakes and the syrup on the table awaiting to be eaten by the other person in the house, hopefully they would be gone by the time she got home but most likely not. Wren had made a different meal everyday since she had arrived back home only to find that they had never been eaten her mother hiding behind the locked door of her room.

Wren checked the time and to her surprised realized that she was going to be late for her first day of school, jumped up grabbing her backpack and ran out the door in her energetic way bouncing down the sidewalk as she made her way to school. The first day of a new school was always the hardest as finding her classes and figuring out what to do about catching up with everyone else's school work. But fitting in was her strong suit for this school she had to wear a uniform. blegh.. It was boring with red and black colors that didn't suit her style at all, but fortunately Wren had found a loop hole in the system. The uniform didn't come with a tie so she decided that she would accessorize with her very own collection of bow ties.

Her collection was quite large however and she couldn't decide which one she wanted to wear so she filled up her backpack to the brim with her bow ties and planned to put on whichever one she was feeling like at the time. All was going as planned until someone saw her open her bag with the dozens of ties and asked if he could borrow one, Wren replied by giving her biggest goofiest grin and nodding vigorously. The boy chose one, and gave her his own tie before walking off, but that wasn't the end of it, word soon got around that there was someone dealing bow ties and she got people running up to her asking if she was the tie dealer. To which she replied the same as with the first boy then they would proceed to choose one of her ties giving them their own, now her bag was full of dark plain looking ties and she could walk five feet without seeing a brightly colored bow tie.

There were ones that lit up, ones that could spin, others that were neon, and more still that just had silly patterns, Wren choose a simple one, blue with smaller bow ties that acted as polka dots. It was small but it made wearing a monkey suit all the more better, and the school day went on without a hitch she went around to all her classes introducing herself as the new girl and even made some new friends got invited to several parties and exchanged numbers with about a dozen people. There wasn't a shy bone in her body and it showed.

Finally it was fourth period and she got to sit at the back of the class her favorite place to be, it allowed her to see the entire class without a problem and she looked up every ten seconds to smile at the fact that she could see several brightly colored bow ties in this classroom alone. But her happiness was interrupted when she looked up for the hundredth time only to feel a shudder go through the room as an explosion came from somewhere in another part of the school. Wren nearly jumped out of her seat but instead tried to stand up only to topple backwards in her chair. How embarrassing.

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Character Portrait: Chess Belle Character Portrait: Cordelia Abernathy Character Portrait: Braeden Eilian Character Portrait: Wren Evergast Character Portrait: Finley Leigh Character Portrait: Oliver Hart Character Portrait: Phoenix Vessalius Character Portrait: Ezra Fontaine Character Portrait: Leland Plantaget
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The music playing was a tasty velvet, the consistency smooth on her taste buds. Following the sweet sound was an ugly blaring beep that reminded Chess of her mother and was a vomit green, that woman was constantly nagging Chess for the most minor of infractions from forgetting to brush her hair to not tucking in her shirt. That woman sure knew how to get on your nerves, but Chess had made it her mission to not lose her temper with her mother, after all she had given birth to Chess and it was the least the girl could do. A hand slowly slithered out from under the purple comforter, knocking the alarm clock off of the wooden bedside table and causing it to clatter against the creamy carpet. Finally the blaring ceased, the taste of bad pickles leaving the synthestet. Chess sat up slowly, taking in a deep breath to allow her heart to follow the sudden switch in positions and looked around. Sunlight filtered in through the curtains, filling in the deepest, darkest crevices of the room.

After quickly going through her morning routine Chess rummaged through her messy closet for a clean uniform, pulling out the short gray skirt and white shirt before running to her drawers to grab one of the bows in her school colors. A knock on Chess's door informed the girl that her mother was about to enter and before Chess could call to give permission the woman burst through the entrance, the sound of the door colliding with the wall causing stars to burst in Chess's vision. "Could you maybe, I don't know, not break my door whenever you come into my bedroom?" Chess asked and crossed her arms. Mrs. Belle rolled her eyes and crossed the room, fixing Chess's hastily tied bow. "Don't forget your violin, you've got music today and you know what Mr. Richards said if you forget it again." Chess had completely forgotten! Thank goodness Chess had a mother who kept track of everything.

"And remember to be home early to meet Donald." Her words tasted sour, like lemons and Chess visibly puckered. Don't give me sass Chess, he's greatly looking forward to meeting you." Donald, the young boy who worked for her father that apparently had more potential in his little finger than most interns did in their whole bodies. "It's just that, I'm not interested in office guys. Especially ones that are five years old than me." Chess replied, watching as her mother straightened and walked to the door. "Well then you'd better start." She left the door open, a typical mom move and continued on down the hall. "You could have at least closed the door!" Chess yelled down the after the woman. "Stupid Mom, with her stupid standards, and expectations." Chess huffed and grabbed her school bag, nearly forgetting her violin and quickly lifting the black case.

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First period on B days was always English. However, despite the fact that it was Chess's favorite subject, today the girl found that she could hardly focus. Her notes were blank, which was unusual. Normally the pages were filled with Chess's slightly messy scrawl. The only one who could ever decipher her notes was Chess herself, anyone else that tried to read them most likely became confused. Chess did that on purpose so no one would ever ask her to copy her notes, it might be selfish but really Chess just didn't want to lend out her notebook. The lavenous sound of Mrs. Winslow floated towards Chess, going in through one ear and out the other. Her voice tasted like cotton candy, not the packaged kind, but the fresh from the carnival stand sort of stuff you were able to get at school events and local church fundraisers.

Second period was band and of course Chess had forgotten her violin in her locker, which was on the first floor. Band was held in the auditorium on the third floor. Chess cursed and asked Delia to save her seat. Thankfully Mr. Richards was absent today, otherwise he would have had a cow. In his place was a substitute who had been given the instructions to allow them to warm up and practice for the upcoming school showcase. The substitute, mercifully, didn't know about Chess's three strikes and so he gladly allowed the female to run to her locker in order to retrieve the violin. When Chess returned they had already started and she had to bound over laps and stands, careful not to knock over any instruments as she took her seat beside Delia and pulled out her violin, beginning warm ups and coming in, albeit a bit late, with the others.

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Six o'clock ante meridiem. That was the pretentious way of reading his clock wasn't it? The L.E.D. alarm clock glowed red but made not one peep as it was an hour before his mother began breakfast and an hour before he was supposed to awaken. In truth he'd been having trouble both sleeping and staying asleep, but not to the degree that he wanted to diagnose himself with insomnia. His sleeping patterns weren't horrid by any means (he never napped spontaneously fell over in class) and he even enjoyed the increased up time but he was sure that people would start noticing. His mother was always such a busybody. Eventually she'd insist he see a doctor.

For now, he would enjoy the extra hour of morning that he had, the Leland time as it were. Being in a household with four other siblings, he often had to share the bathroom, kitchen, and even his own room with that of the other kids since a four bedroom apartment simply was not enough to house six people. Each of the children shared a room with Scarlet being the sole exception. Typically, Leland had the privilege of using the master bath since he had "older brother rights", but in times of duress (by which he meat Scarlet falling asleep), his mother left him to fend for himself amongst the other two bathrooms.

Grabbing his usual, semi-formal wear (the school was rather unclear as to whether or not they required uniforms) from his closet he headed into the unoccupied bathroom and took a quick shower to further remind himself that he could no longer sleep according to his own schedule. He needed to start thinking about scholarships, college applications, and perhaps finding another job if he could help it. As much as he enjoyed guessing the mystery job that allowed his mother to continue spoiling them he wanted his own source of income and a car if he could help it. Mother is busy enough driving the twins around.

By the time Leland time ended seven came and past, making him the first to see a feast for the siblings and an egg mitt for him.

It kind of sucked having school on the opposite side of town.

The bus, as usual, was nothing worth writing home about but school provided him some entertainment in the form of drawing. His calculus teacher merely went over the homework and taught concepts he'd already learned over the summer. Yeah he was one of those kids. It hadn't been planned per se, but the dead silence every time the teacher asked a question cringe. Had these people merely looked on Chegg and called it a day? It made him embarrassed to be from the same country, so much so that he turned to playing with his phone and tuning out the rest of class.

Fourth period made him even sadder, if that was possible. While English literature wasn't meant to be particularly exciting he loathed to think that high school students were butchering it. As much as he didn't enjoy reading out loud, hearing volunteers stutter out Shakespeare hurt him in all sorts of ways.

If only there were something to interrupt the class.

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