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(Also, Mithonbaal is cool and sexy)
Heroes & Monsters 6/6 Group rp CLOSED
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(Thank you!)
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(You’re welcome!)
(And I successfully figured out how to do the smaller text. Yay for experimentation and a tutorial reference, lol!)
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(Wait- how? I've been looking through the tutorials since I saw it was possible. I, quite on accident, discovered striketrough and the huge text. Never tiny text, though…)
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(I used the ‘Add Formatting to a Post- Forum Post’ in the tutorial. It’ll be on the bottom of that post. But, you can also quote me and see how I did it)
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(Ah, okay.)
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(i has it! YESSSS! )
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(Lol)
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(Yeah, I get excited over stupid sh** like that a lot.)
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(You’re good. I get the same way when I’m really happy)
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(Anyways, is there a starter we should be on the lookout for? And does everyone have characters submitted?)
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(And lmao, I didn't see response until I posted something myself!)
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(Still waiting on @Glade-Morketid-from-Lynn*, I believe)
(Lol)
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(Ah, okay. I'm so used to RPing with them and you that I forget that not all our characters are submitted in all our RPs.)
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(yeah, we're also waiting on @Mere_Hufflepuff )
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(Ah, okay.)
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(Mine will be up tomorrow :)
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(actually sorry to disappoint, but nevermind—)
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(Damn, okay.)
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(That's ok!)
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Name: Auruningica “Ica” Bagarok
Age: 20
Gender: Female (with fluidity)
Sexuality: Doesn’t have labels, would pretty much date anyone
Shipping?: hell yeah
Ethnicity: Iberian
Personality: extremely boisterous and egotistical, loves adventure and constantly (tries to) wins everyone’s admiration. They take pride in their regal heritage and fanciful assets, but deep down they feel incredibly unaccomplished and have a crippled self worth.
Reason for joining the expedition: After her father heard of the expedition, he decided to send her, wanting desperately for her to leave his kingdom and do something with her life. Under Roman influence, he also wants to overpower and take control of their empire, seeing the treasures that could be retrieved in the expedition as an a opportunity to do so. Ica agrees to go, wanting a taste of adventure and to prove themselves to their father.
Appearance: tanned honey-olive skin with a dash of freckles. Her hair is deep black and wavy, with light brown eyes and perfectly shaped lips. She has high cheekbones and a slightly pudgy figure, developing some prominent curves due to her lazy lifestyle. (Pinterest has generously provided me with a sufficient representation of her lmao)
Style: usually wears regal masculine clothing; long flowy garments with decorated cloaks, and loose sandals with ties up to her shins
Profession: Iberian Regulus, with ruling rights from Greece, called Fides.
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(Damn! I love her!)
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(Thanks!!)
(Yoooooo she’s cool :0)
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(She's AWESOME! I'll post the starter soon)
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(Okay! I look forward to it!)
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Tilila stood outside the Pharaoh's palace, taking in all the sights. The tall columns inscribed with the ancient stories of the gods and their servants, of kings and their men, of temples and sights which man could never imagine. She gazed at the meter long ivies and grapevines that twisted and twirled up the sides of the palace, nearly reaching the top. She marveled at the gold-filled crevasses of the ground and the walls. All of it was a bit overwhelming for her, especially because she grew up in a small tight-knit tribe rather than a large, bustling kingdom like this. She began to sweat a bit, but thought of the fact that she had volunteered for this, so this was a good thing. She composed herself and sighed, walking into the throne room. She spotted five others adjacent to her, along with a few servants at the entrances and beside the walls. Then she tilted her head up. A dozen steps led to a throne surrounded by spotless linen curtains and golden pottery. On it sat a man in royal regalia. A golden head cloth draped on his head and shoulders, a skirt draped over his legs and torso, and he held a golden crook and flail crossed over his bare chest. Presumably, he was the Pharaoh. Next to him stood a small girl, wearing a long tunic, and a very beautiful necklace around her neck. The room was silent for a minute when the Pharaoh rose to speak. "As you know, I sent for a group of travelers willing to make the dangerous trek to the mystical and not yet seen Isle of the Hesperides" He took a step forward "Thousands answered the call, but you six" at this Tilila looked around, glancing at the faces, a diverse array of interesting people. None of them were from Egypt, she could tell. "You six were the most rewarding prospects" he smiled warmly "A warrior and a rogue for protection, a sorceress to deal with the magicks you might face on the voyage, a healer for medical procedures that will likely be needed, and an artist for recording locations and beings found on the way. A princess from a far away land, as diplomat" he pointed at his sister "And of course, a seventh member, the princess will be looking over this whole mission as a scribe" His smile sort of faltered when referring to his sister, but he went on "I have prepared a ship filled to the brim with everything you will need. Food, weapons, medicinal herbs, scrolls, paints" he tilted his head "Wine." Tilila smiled at the mention of alcohol. "And all other essentials for your journey" he shook his hand, gesturing them off "You will be on your way tomorrow morning, for now, you will all be given rooms in the palace. Sleep well" At the wave of his hands, five guards were at their sides, escorting them to hall, where their rooms would be located.
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Mithonbaal walked up the steps with Tillia, observing her movements. She moves like royalty, and yet I can tell she is no such thing… He's seen more impressive places than the Egyptian pharoah's palace, and doesn't pay very much attention to the small details, instead admiring all the gold and precious gems on and in everything. Oh, what I wouldn't give to walk away with at least some of this…
He was straight faced and silent through it all, listening intently and watching the others, not sure he should trust the princess in particular. He's had… experiences… dealing with her type. Best not think about that.
He allows the guard to escort him away to his room, and when he reaches it he collapses onto the bed, sighing in relief.
(Lol I’m gonna just copy and paste from the old one)
Efraim tried to pay attention to the Pharaoh as best they could, but their eyes wandered to look at the walls occasionally. Here in the throne room were some of their father’s paintings, most noticeably the stretch of blue that represented the Nile River underneath a flock of herons in flight. Underneath that, near the floor and in the various corners of the room, Efraim could spot small, golden fish clustering in groups of two or three. Father’s fish had always been very good; they liked to think that repetitive strokes that made up the scales were relaxing to him.
Their eyes then drifted over to the others, taking in their unfamiliar faces and clothes. They couldn’t form an immediate judgement of any of them, but could only hope that they wouldn’t be judgmental in return.
Upon hearing the word “paints,” Efraim snapped back to attention. Excitement bubbled in their stomach as they realized how close they were to breaking free of the bubble that they had been living in for so long. Sure, it wasn’t as if the journey wouldn’t be fraught with danger, but they trusted that God would protect them.
When the guard came to escort them to their room, Efraim half expected to be led where they normally slept. However, they came to an unfamiliar room, and they realized this was probably so they wouldn’t have to catch up with everyone else in the morning. They stared at the guard for a moment, unsure, before entering. After taking off their sandals and kneeling beside the bed, they began to pray. They asked God for protection and safety, and that He would give them courage, as they always did.
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Ica strides into the palace, barely paying attention to the intricate decor and extravagant furnishings. It was nothing she wasn’t used to. She swayed her hips as she strode down the hall, smiling once she saw a few of the guards follow her gaze. After listening to the pharaoh, she cocked her head, wondering which person she was being described as. At the mention of food and wine, she smirked, knowing at least there was some benefit to this. Once the guards started to guide them, she turns back around, swishing her long black hair and fluttering her clothing, holding her head high as she elegantly makes her way down the hall, lounging luxuriously into her bed as she slips off her shoes.