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    Destined to fall apart
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    The City of Dis
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    He who understands, who grows, who learns.
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    Artistic expression, story telling, psychology, graphic novels, cyberpunk, authenticity

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  1. What Lies Beyond the Veil; This is a Dragon Age roleplay that does not require in-depth knowledge about the games. I have done my best to keep it simple and provide the relevant information below. The Roleplay You are a young mage taken into the Circle of Magi, most likely by force, in order to learn how to control and effectively use magic. After months of training, it is time to face the Harrowing; a formal, mandatory rite of passage that will become more than just a graduation- it will determine whether you live or die. Playable Characters Human; may be of any birth (noble, farmer, peasant- it doesn't matter; all mages must enter the Circle regardless of their origins)Elf; city-born or otherwise cultured in human society (note: Elves tend to be shorter than humans and have more triangular features)Half-Elf; outcasts by all (note: approval needed to play a half-elf)Acceptable forms of magic include the basic and traditional fire/ice to casting hexes or healing spells. Get creative. Please ask for approval for the use of blood magic. Things to Know Humans are the dominant race, Elves are largely treated as second-class citisens, at best. Derogatory terms include “Knife-ear.†Blood Magic: Powerful, evil magic that taps into the mage's life-force rather than their reserve of energy. Its use is almost exclusively for the control and manipulation of another's blood and vitality. Highly destructive. It is also a fast track to demon possession. Circle of Magi: The dominant organisation for the training and legitimisation of Magi, led by a First Enchanter.All mages are required to join the Circle. Those who do not are criminals called “Apostates.â€The Templars: Guards under the Chantry, led by a Knight-Commander.Exist in tandem with the Circle; their duty is to act as wardens over the Magi.Control, enforce, and fight the threat of magic and magic users.The Chantry: The dominant religious organisation.Monitor the Circle of Magi and the Templars.Worship the Maker, follow the prophet Andraste's teachings. Clergy are exclusively women (as Andraste was a woman)The Fade: The realm of dreams, inhabited by spirits and demons. It is separated by a metaphysical barrier known as “the Veil,†which keeps spirits and mortals from physically crossing over. Only mages may consciously enter the Fade. The Harrowing: A mysterious ritual all young apprentices must complete in order to be ordained as full mages. It is closely attended by a strong force of Templars. Although optional, the alternative is to be made Tranquil. Tranquility: Permanently severs the connection with the Fade. The Tranquil are branded. The former mage becomes powerless, unable to dream, or access their emotions. More about the Fade Demons and Spirits: Creatures native to the Fade. They are highly intelligent and manipulative, regardless of whether they embody vice (ie. Anger, desire, rage, pride, etc.) or virtue (ie. Faith, justice, valor, etc.). The Fade's landscape is moulded by the spirits and demons that dwell there according to the images, objects, and scenes they see in the minds of mortal dreamers. Only mages may consciously enter the Fade, but they do not exert any control over it, and they cannot shape it the way dreaming mortals do. In its raw form, the Fade is a dark and twisted place. Its landscapes are dark, cold rocks and raw lyrium (semitoxic minerals that both feed and bolster magic). There is one permanent feature of conscious ventures into the Fade; a completely inaccessible island always seen in the distance. It carries a dark metropolis known as the Black City. According to the Chantry, the Black City was once\the seat of the Maker and known as the Golden City. When powerful Magisters from the Tevinter Empire physically invaded the Fade and attempted to gain entry, the city blackened with corruption from their pride and ambition. If you wish to read more (not necessary): Dragon Age Wikia: The Fade Participants: Up to four. I have not decided yet, but I may play an apprentice as well as the guide.
  2. CLOSED [Closed] Pantheon: Discussion

    Well. I posted in anticipation of the next scene, so maybe we should just move it on?
  3. R Pantheon

    Stealing away from the clamour was refreshing. As enjoyable as Dietrich found it to be in school, to be among other immortal incarnations, the fact remained that Pantheon was a large school populated by a large number of irritating people. It was easier to tell the dead from the living on the campus grounds- a gift he had garnered early in his years of study here- and much easier to think above the rabble and the bustle and the deplorable bullshit that comes with drinking, partying students. Dietrich slowed to a halt and surveyed the open area. Hot as it was, the campus looked beautiful with its brushy grasses, glittering cobbles, and trimmed shrubs. His eyes always fixed on the smattering of trees around the Pantheon building itself. Darker, somehow cooler even in this heat, and somehow inviting. Dinner would start soon. He turned and went back into the entrance, through the large doors into the grand dining hall, where most of the student body had sectioned off and found seats. He stalked quietly, back straight, until he found a spot near the luminous Talia-Aphrodite and her near-permanent fixture, Rhea-Artemis. He smiled to them warmly, charmingly, but for the thinly masked contempt in his gaze. Her aesthetic beauty was conceivable, but its ethos was removed, as if beauty could be manufactured. Were he a painter, she would be at her best when laid to rest, features soft and body relaxed, skin oiled and barely perfumed. Yes, then he might conceive of the truth in her features. Dietrich caught himself staring. He averted his gaze with a gentle tilt of his head.
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  5. R Pantheon

    The end of summer was torture this far south. Dietrich Stauder sat in the coolest corner of the dormitory common room, stray strands of naturally platinum hair beginning to stick to his skin. Home had been warm, but nothing as sweltering as the sunny Mediterranean climate. Yet the school was at its most ethereal, shimmering in all its warmth, bathed in the renewed energy of hundred of collective souls. Spirits were high, hopes were up, and social proclivity heightened. Dietrich eyed the new and the old with icy reservation. He caught sight of Rindfleisch strutting half-naked across the way, head ablaze with the light shining through his red hair. His body was built like a cow, though chiselled, yet thick, and his face- to Dietrich- was somewhat bovine. Angus might as well have flexed in the mirror muttering praise to his own image. “Ah, Diet.†The familiar velvet voice of Nies, more memorable to Dietrich as Thanatos, glided through his ears and refocused his attention. “It's been a time. How was your summer?†Dietrich offered a small smile, but did not make eye contact. “Uneventful. How does your family fare?†Nies exhaled a short, bitter laugh. “I finally took father, but surely you already knew that.†Dietrich only inclined his head. Nies frowned. “Well,†Nies touched Dietrich lightly on the shoulder. “I must prepare for the dinner tonight. I shall see you later.†He stood and left abruptly, disappearing into the hustle of bodies. Dietrich himself sat in adequate dress, a sleek designer vest and matching slacks fitting the grace of his form. The white laced short-sleeved blouse opened low, revealing the black fishnet shirt he wore underneath at his chest and arms to the elbows. The boy's neck came wrapped in a plain black satin collar, his hands in gloves of the same nature. Dietrich rose and moved against the flow of straggling freshmen down into the grand hall where Alexis yet lingered. So he, too, lingered. Their Vice-Chancellor was every bit as youthful, sharp, and poised as he had ever been. The man was gifted, truly. Dietrich watched him at length, until his gaze became well overstayed and the man acknowledged him. He bowed his head and smiled, charming on his angelic face but insincere in his blue eyes. “It is good to see you again, Vice-Chancellor.†With that, he hastily made his way onto the campus grounds- his only available exit- and wandered across its grass before the dinner began.
  6. NC-17 [Private] Between Worlds

    Thor's voice around his name chilled his pain and the grip on his arm was firm, wanting. His eyed his brother over his shoulder, an act of rebellion coiling around his heart, until he caught his brother eye to eye and he froze. His eyebrows rose ever slightly. A sudden warmth filled him, so that they might be boys again and his brother turned to him to unravel the emotional chaos he could not brave alone. His anger cooled and brought weakness to his knees. Loki stood silent, searching himself for a meaning he could trust. She's gone, and suddenly you return. What should I be expected to feel? It rang in his ears, and suddenly he asked himself, too. What should he feel? “They are all so fleeting, brother,†Loki spoke softly. “Surely you should have known that.†It occurred to him that Thor hardly knew the feeling of loss, perpetually set by circumstances, and carefully nurtured to come out as a winner. Loki inhaled. Dampness full of sorrow, the subtle musk underneath of it all. “All we must do is find something that brings us forward.†He stepped closer and rested a hand gently on Thor's shoulder. Briefly he wondered how much force it would take to cast him off the edge. “Something we need in order to move on.†Loki's face softened, invested in Thor and his future once again, a look he had once cast on Thor in sincerity. “And perhaps the wisdom to figure out what is better for ourselves.â€
  7. CLOSED [Closed] Pantheon: Discussion

    Yeah, no. I was impatient and only stating that if there was no interest, I would pick up a second character and it would be Ares. So by all means, go for it.
  8. CLOSED [Closed] Pantheon: Discussion

    Putting this out there: I don't know when we're going to start but if we haven't gained enough commitment, I am claiming Ares as well.
  9. CLOSED [Closed] Pantheon: Discussion

    Name: Dietrich Stauder Age: 18 Incarnation of Hades Physical Description: Dietrich is tall, standing about 6'1â€, and lithe, with pale skin and a well-toned musculature. He has a sharp nose and soft features. His long, layered light blond hair is usually styled partially over his face. Dietrich's eyes are ice blue eyes and frequently outlined in kohl. Personal Description: Although he has a practiced social nature, Dietrich is the quiet, intelligent, and introverted type. He tends to spend most of his time alone, and indeed, prefers it that way. He tends to be thoughtful and controlled at best, and arrogant and temperamental at worst. He has never substantially invested in dating around the high school scene, largely uninterested or only half-heartedly committed to other teenagers. He can be socially awkward at times, even through the etiquette training he has received throughout his artistocratic childhood. Background: Dietrich is from a wealthy German family. He speaks with only a tinge of a German accent over a lush and articulate Royal English. He is the eldest son and brother to a sister three years his junior and a baby brother currently at six years of age. Most of his life was spent in Germany and little is known about him before he attended this school.
  10. Childfree - A Discussion

    1) I'm glad most of you understand that tubal ligation is invasive and more dramatic, it restores my faith a tiny bit. 2) It is not appropriate to come into this space and use your perception of the matter to silence feelings of frustration. The society normative (and perhaps, indeed, a majority of the population) is to have children. We know that side of it. We know the reality of changing minds, how people may find it more relevant in life than previously expected. There is no need to bring that here, and no amount of "you need to hear this" or "don't take it personally" makes it any more appropriate.
  11. Childfree - A Discussion

    Nah, surgery can be scary, especially if you've never had it before. Definitely make sure you feel ready for it, but also be aware that you're not losing them by doing the procedure itself.