A World Risen From Ash //CLOSED (5/5)

A soft hush fell over the world. The smell of something metallic filled the air. What he had stepped in seemed to be animal blood, seeping into the ground. A trail of it led to a nearby tree.

//Anyone one can just jump in with whatever btw. I'm not exactly sure how everyone is about gore and violence, so I'll try to keep that fairly low until I can get a full vote with everyone here. Same with any sort of dark plot twists or anything else. If you have questions or ideas you would like to share, you can DM me and we can discuss it there

"holy frick frack snick snack! is that blood?!" he exclaims following the trail of blood to a tree, a tree that seemed to be bleeding eh iv seen weirder he thought. He is a Fae after all, their foundation is weirdness

im terible with viloince, cant write fighting scenes for shit//

Something in the trees moved, seeming to shift from one tree to another, but never straying to far from the seemingly bleeding tree. A cold wind blew through the bitter forest. It always remained right on the edge of being too cold and comftorable, somehow always wavering just slightly.

//Alright, well you don't need to write them to have them if you want them. Basically just say what your charchters does and I can narrate from that if needed

"hmmm" he mummers taking a closer look at the tree, "are you really bleeding tree?" he asks, is melodious voice seems to drift on the air as he circles the tree

oh thank stars you are a wonderfull person//

Upon closer examination, it looked like the blood had trailed up the bark, as if something had been pulled up into the canopy. However, nothing could be seen. Up against the stark white of the sky, a dark outline caught his eye as it shifted, though it could have just been the leaves.

//Anything to help lol

"what is up there?" he mutters as he starts to climb the tree, trying not to get any blood an his favorite, and brand new, silver cloak. he finally reaches the top of the tree and pulls away the canopy to reveal…

i probably should of mentioned that Livio has no impulse control…//

Name: Cerulean Nyx
Age: 25
Gender: male
Sexuality: bisexual
Appearance: https://pin.it/fldixhr3krg4me
Identifying marks: a scar on his left bicep, a tattoo of dragon wings on his shoulder blades, and a halo shaped birthmark.
Style: https://pin.it/js5dih53mizydj or https://pin.it/caek7cbhqg4yp5
Personality: he is a very sassy mofo. He like nature. He is usually calm and collected but if you annoy him too much or ask stupid questions repeatedly, he will flip out
Likes/Dislikes: he likes most animals, music, climbing trees, making weapons. Dislikes liars, spiders, getting hurt by loved ones, hurting those he loves
Pet (If any?): he has a pet Wolf named Cas
Background: you shall see
Other: he can manipulate water; freezing it, melting it, and controlling it

Two dark eyes met him from a neighboring tree. The figure was still and silent. Looking at the branches from the side, he could realize a sort of camouflaged "fort" had been built in the trees. There was a dead dear laying among a pile of leaves, a single arrow wound just in front of its shoulder. The figure didn't move and stared at him in silence. A dark feeling filled the air.

//Alright, and thank you I'll get that saved. Feel free to do whatever you wish. This is open world, so you can do whatever basically. You can stick in a ground with the other players or go off on your own, whatever you wish

"well who the fuckity fuck are you?" he asks seeing the person and the deer… "and why the deer my dude?"

The figure said nothing. Instead, they reached behind their back and pulled out a strange stick, about a foot long and an inch thick. Their eyes started to glow a deep purple.

Cerulean was by a stream using water to find fish when he heard voices

"oOoOh your going to try and cast magic on me? good luck with that hun" he says, knowing his immunity to most magic types would protect him from the blunt of it

A fish that represented a common bass swam upstream against the current. The wind seemed to shift suddenly, blowing in the other direction.

The figure seemed to stare at him. Then they laid the stick down and pulled out a sort of strange string. the held it up and watch it elongate into a bow, an arrow docked. They pulled the string and aimed, an arrow that would end up right between his eyes.

"hey could you like not? i would rather not die today" he says putting his hands up
//if needed can i make hime fast enough to dodge the arrow or is that to op??/

//depends on how often its used and how its used. In Senthia, there is a type of light magic known as "Blinking", where a charchters can move short distances in a flash (Uh… Think Tracer from Overwatch if that helps (Thats how my friend tried to comprehend it)) Just keep in mind that this is a world where its easy to seem OP, with magic and everything. But sense their is magic, and I assume all our charchters have some sort of magic ability from what I've seen, I would say it's for the most part safe to do so. Just dont make them a Mary Sue, and don't abuse it. Normally I would say yes buuuut sense this is a magic world, we can say its blinking magic.

//Just don't forget that I'm pretty sure everyone has magic in our OCs, some more then others. But they can still all get hurt and they aren't perfect. :3

The figure remained motionless, keeping the arrow trained on him.

"im just going to ask, who are you?" he says his never leaving smirk growing fainter but is still there

thanks for the info i just dont want hime to die in the first day lol//

//Makes sense lol. Though don't worry, I won't be making things "intense" or anything until I get everyones vote for how they feel about it and bloodshed and otherwise dark stuff and shit. I think I have 3 votes on not really caring so, I think we just have two left

The figure suddenly shot the arrow, which impaled itself in the tree trunk beside him. Then they spoke in a soft but surprisingly stern feminine voice, having a slightly thick accent (It's basically Egyptian to put in rl perspective) signifying her from Frost Kingdom heritage. "The next one is through your skull…"

"wow, cold" he chuckles at his own joke , recognizing the frost kingdom accent "so any particular reason why the next arrow you shoot out of your beautiful bow would be into my skull?"

The string released. The arrow fired at him. In that instant however, it froze, roughly an inch from his head. "… I'll give you one more chance to leave…."

"rude.' he states as he backflips off the tree and (supprisingly) didnt break his neck "so whatcha doin up there" he calls up