Sky the Mongoose
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The man’s ears don’t quite translate the words he speaks to his brain, and he raises a hand, trying to ask for a pause instead of running, but all that comes out is a hoarse breath, then a cough. He covers his mouth, coughing into his fist for what seemed like ages to him, the racks on his body forcing him to sit.
He ceases coughing after a while, opening his palm to see a small pile of dirt. How long had he been asleep, against that hill? He feels an overwhelming urge to close his eyes, but he forces them to stay open, staring at the strangely perfect figure.
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His eyes slowly crack open, made even slower by the dirt caking his eyelids making it even more difficult. Where was he? Why was he here? He was completely covered in dirt and rotting leaves, leaned against a gentle hill. As he lifts himself, the moist dirt falls from him, his faded black coat now tinted a shade of brown, in the areas that it wasn’t eaten away by moths and rot. With another blink, it all came back to his eyes.
A captain watches his crew sail his ship. He was happy, happier than ever. His own ship. He had finally achieved what he had worked for from the very moment his father first came home. He tasted the salty air, felt the sea’s wind blow against his face. He lifts a flask to his lips, drinking in an homage to his success.
A captain slices down another one of the other ship’s crew. Another raid, his eighth, but certainly not dull. He still felt the thrill, the excitement as blood splattered against his coat. The raid is successful, another load of cargo to sell, more slaves to put on the market. He lifts a flask to his lips, drinking in homage to his life.
A captain watches his crew argue. Recently, they, and the captain have gotten greedy. He shouts to silence them, and gives another speech on how much he has done for his crew. He lifts a flask to his lips, drinking to show his point is made.
A captain slices down another one of his crew, trying to break away to the dock. He bursts through the riot, wounds stinging, blood lining his coat. He runs past the port, past the town, into the woods. He lifts a flask to his lips, drinking in his sorrow as he feels himself fall to the ground.
A lost man beats the caked dirt off of him, holding back his tears, or possibly unable to, it doesn’t matter. He lifts a flask to his lips, only to find it empty.
He panics. He needs to drink. He’s so thirsty, his throat is so dry… He stumbles blindly through the woods, his eyes darting around, searching for something, something… A light appears from far away, he sees it barely through the dense woods. He whips out his cutlass, the old steel only slightly rusted. He runs, he cuts the plants in his way, bursting into the clearing where a young woman sits with a new staff. He slowly sheathes his sword, a word forcing itself through his dirty lips. “Water. Please.”
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He opens his eyes, smiling slowly, as he lifts his cane back to his side. “Oh, wonderful, training already. This will be fun~” He says, as he lifts his cane in front of him. “Xenyx Peterman, ma’am. Now, who am I fighting?”
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He raises a brow at her reaction, chuckling. “Are you the officer? Hmm, not very professional~.” He leans on his gentleman’s cane. “I just thought I’d notify you I’ll be training here. You’re younger than I thought you’d be, but that’s alright. I hope your age does not limit your experience.”
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A tall, slender figure walks down the halls at a steady pace, not rushed but not slow. The tapping of his feet against the floor almost sound like he has three feet, but on seeing the man it is revealed that he is carrying a gentleman’s cane, with a ball handle. He continues to walk, until he reaches the Officer’s Quarters, at which point he stops, thinking for a moment, then knocks politely, but firmly, with a smile ready for whoever steps out.
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Send me a PM, I’d rather not spam this thread.
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I’d rather not have interdimensional travel, rocket speed boots, or anything such as that. I’ll let you keep the Lucario form if you make him an ordinary kid otherwise.
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Name: Xenyx Peterman
Age: 16
Height: 5’9
Weight: 146lbs
Appearance: A tall, slender teen. He possesses black hair, and is heterochromic, with one blue eye and one green eye. He wears a black, fancy suit, and carries a ball-handle gentleman’s cane.
Traits/info: Xenyx likes to keep quiet about where he came from, but he is especially adept with hand to hand combat. His compact muscles make him able to move fast while still keeping strength. He insists on keeping his cane, and often uses it to bat enemies away. -
I’m iffy on Neko, but I suppose it’s okay. However… Gamer, I hereby ban you from using that character. He’s wayyyyy OVERPOWERED and he draws from a lot of material that is found in videogames, so he is not completely original. All of the other characters are alright, though.
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I am terribly sorry, I’ve been inactive for the past two weeks. But I’m back now, don’t worry. I’ll read all of your characters, then start up RP!~
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(( Flop like a fish, maybe a wizard will appear. ))
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(( Check your inventory, then stash everything you see in your inventory. You might need everything later. ))
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I should clarify this. When at least five characters are created, RP will begin.
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Magic Information
Magic has faded in and out of favor, but currently magic is partly in favor, only used more due to the new font of energy discovered. Many magic users are not trained well, however, and often magic is misused, which is why Dethreta has instituted laws on magic.
Magic Laws
1. Necromancy is not accepted in any form. Neither is study of necromancy.
2. If offensive magic is used in any manner but self-defense, the user shall be prosecuted.
3. Dangerous magic may only be studied in special research centers in the Ques District.
4. Invisibility and illusions that threaten the safety of others are strictly prohibited.
5. Magic may only be used on another individual if that individual consents. If the individual is under 14 years of age, the parent or guardian must consent to the magic. Consent is only viable if consenting individuals have been informed of all properties and possible side effects of the magic consented to. -
District Info
Peterman District
The Peterman District is the northernmost district. It is the richest of all districts, and manages the Wessel District. It is home to the richest citizens, private schools, and the airports. Notable locations: The Peterman Hill (the neighborhood of several mansions, with the Peterman Manor on top), Both Airports, Typerin Private Education. Size Rating: 4 (1 is largest, 5 is smallest).
Lesten District
The Lesten District is a circular district in the middle of Dethreta. It is small, and houses only the Lesten Mall, the main shopping center in Dethreta. Notable Locations: Lesten Mall. Size Rating: 5 (1 is largest, 5 is smallest).
Ques District
The Ques District is the westernmost district. It is mostly residential, but it houses the public schools of Dethreta, and the only college. Notable Locations: Cothran Elementary School, Cothran Middle School, Cothran High School, Gregor Middle School, Gregor High School, Ques University. Size Rating: 2 (1 is largest, 5 is smallest).
Isen District
The Isen District is the easternmost District. It is the main residential district, but it is poverty stricken, and home to most crime. Notable Locations: None. Size Rating: 1 (1 is largest, 5 is smallest).
Wessel District
The Wessel District is the southernmost district. It is an industrial district, responsible for most manufacturing. It is also home to the mines, which dig deep into the mountains for the main export of Dethreta: Silver. Notable Locations: Silver Mine. Size Rating: 3 (1 is largest, 5 is smallest).