-The Mythics RP-

[RDchicken99]

Vhanya was not fond of horses.
Yet here she was, on the back of a bay mare, riding towards Pirate’s Cove. She was rather unlike the majority of her race, she shunned the Aqra’s solitary nature and always felt most at home in the bustle of the cove town. The busy streets ran rampant with all sorts of unsavory personalities; Vhanya liked everything best if it came with a little thrill, and she certainly considered running the risk of being shivved every time you set foot on the streets to be thrilling.

She looked down and considered the mare, she could put a hefty price on the horse -it was a decent beast, with a nice conformation and steady gait, even Vhanya could see that- and the gold could go towards repairs of her ship, the Quicksilver.
How a ship was the working beast’s superior! Yes, the seas were a cruel mistress, a kick from a mule would always be more tolerable than to plunge, forever lost, into the churning waters: But Vhanya never felt more free and more confident than when she was on her ship with whatever crew she currently had mustered. Her ego was already quite inflated; the high seas did nothing to help.

The roofs of buildings soon came into view as she rode, and the air gradually took on the salty tang of breezes sweeping in off the coast. Before she fully entered the view of the town, she took the safety measures of tucking her tail inside her trousers, she had bands on her thigh and calf to keep it in place; it had a bad habit of twitching whenever she was irritated, her tail’s quirks spoke volumes about her self control. She finally got her tail secured, then she straightened in the saddle, letting the breeze gently ruffle her raven hair.
It was good to be back.

 

[RDchicken99]

Aag, RD!I thought I fixed it!

It’s much better now, don’t worry!

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Vhanya was not fond of horses.
Yet here she was, on the back of a bay mare, riding towards Pirate’s Cove. She was rather unlike the majority of her race, she shunned the Aqra’s solitary nature and always felt most at home in the bustle of the cove town. The busy streets ran rampant with all sorts of unsavory personalities; Vhanya liked everything best if it came with a little thrill, and she certainly considered running the risk of being shivved every time you set foot on the streets to be thrilling.

She looked down and considered the mare, she could put a hefty price on the horse -it was a decent beast, with a nice conformation and steady gait, even Vhanya could see that- and the gold could go towards repairs of her ship, the Quicksilver.
How a ship was the working beast’s superior! Yes, the seas were a cruel mistress, a kick from a mule would always be more tolerable than to plunge, forever lost, into the churning waters: But Vhanya never felt more free and more confident than when she was on her ship with whatever crew she currently had mustered. Her ego was already quite inflated; the high seas did nothing to help.

The roofs of buildings soon came into view as she rode, and the air gradually took on the salty tang of breezes sweeping in off the coast. Before she fully entered the view of the town, she took the safety measures of tucking her tail inside her trousers, she had bands on her thigh and calf to keep it in place; it had a bad habit of twitching whenever she was irritated, her tail’s quirks spoke volumes about her self control. She finally got her tail secured, then she straightened in the saddle, letting the breeze gently ruffle her raven hair.
It was good to be back.

Dude this is already the coolest RP ever *faints*

 

[Lacy Duckwing]

(I sense that forevermore he’s going to be jokingly deemed Elon Mulk by us.

Just a heads up, Lacy. )

(I've got to get my brother to get a name for that Tesla. It's ruining me.

I think I'm going to try making a second character- a human perhaps. It might take me a while to figure out who... )

 

[Lacy Duckwing]

Ok, this character shouldn't have as much troubles as poor Gecko. This character has been in a lot of my stories over the past couple of years and I've become quite fond of him, especially lately. I was considering using another character (hopefully I don't regret), but I think this one will provide good conflict (if given the chance) and not so stuck to one side as my other possible character would be.

Form
Name: Jintao Balík
Gender:  Male
Age: 26
Species:  Human
Physical Appearance: He is completely missing his right arm. He's tall with black hair. He's underweight, which may be due to his missing arm (he was right-handed before he lost his arm) and his depression.
Personality: On the outside, he appears to hold himself together for the most part with politeness and following the rules. On the inside, he can be quite the opposite. From his past pains, he's grown sour and resentful. He battles depression, which sometimes causes him to be incapable of doing the things he should (like taking care of himself and such).
Backstory (optional): Jintao was once a pirate and a pirate's first mate for a time. Things inside him began changing as he began questioning if the pirate life was really for him. Then one day, while on a raid, he began disagreeing with the other pirates due to the ship they were attacking. Because of his disagreement, the other pirates turned on him and he abandoned ship. He was then rescued by fishermen and later, he was found by the King's soldiers and taken prisoner. Nobody knows what happened during his imprisonment, nor will he talk about it. It is rumored that it was the King's soldiers who cut off his right arm, but nobody really knows. He was secretly forced to be loyal to the King and is to report anything he may see amiss to the King's soldiers. (The soldiers may order a surprise meeting with him at any time.) He is also not allowed to have weapons of any type due to his past of being a pirate. Failure to comply is punishable by death, so the soldiers have told him.

 

[Amer]

Gecko stretched his dark grey wings and looked out at the peaceful ocean before him. The salty air smell brought back memories- good memories. Memories of when he was a kid and when he- his mind drifted elsewhere. He smiled and laughed in his strange way. Tesla. It wasn't even a year ago when he met the fancy human being. He wished he could find him again. Closing his eyes, he pictured the man trapped while he watched from his perch above. The place wasn't too far from where he was.

Gecko took to the air. Within minutes he arrived at the boulder that Tesla was once trapped on. The little stone hut that Tesla built for shelter was still there with its moss roof. Gecko peered inside, though he didn't go in. His large wings would surely cave it in from an accident on his part. The hut was dark inside from the lack of light. A bed made of moss lay on the right and a couple of forgotten food cans sat in the left corner. Cozy, Gecko smiled. He turned away from the hut and stood on the faded SOS that was drawn on the ground.

Tesla, when will we ever meet again? Gecko wondered. "He-he-hee," he cocked his head like his thinking wasn't all there. "Soon. Too soon. He-he-hee." Gecko flew to his old perch on the cliff above. Hunching down, he watched the boulder below as though he was a predator stalking its prey. This was where he spent most of his time, despite the traveler no longer being there.

(Wow, I burst out laughing reading this. Elon would be the one to build a time machine)

Tesla isn't Elon Musk! (It look me a minute before I realized who that was in the GIF.) It all started with my little brother's Matchbox Tesla when we were playing a game back during a camping trip and I had my character, Gecko. My brother often brings up his Tesla and Gecko and it's something we play whenever we both got those two characters. It's kinda a joke between us and I thought it'd be funny to bring it here. (Plus I couldn't think of a character to RP with in this RP and Gecko just so happened to be available.) Give me time and I'll come up with something more for this character! He's still new to me and his situation with my brother's Tesla is really the only place he's displayed his personality so far!

(The thing that inspired my entire novella The Peregrination was my brother and I throwing sand at each other on a beach, so I can confirm shenanigans outdoors are the best inspiration. Someone might question why they are called “red canaries” and “black canaries.” It was the sand. We threw brown and black sand at each other and called it red and black canaries.)

Jordan Tay slid from the roof and fell beside the child, groaning as her knees hit the wet road. Dark night hid her form amidst the haze of shadowed smaug.
Blinded by the rush and flare of her beating heart, she clutched the child to her middle and crawled back. Voices buzzed ahead of the alley and the sounds pooled in her ears, unable to supass the adrenaline barrier guarding her mind.
No one seemed to take notice of the abrupt increase of the child's wailing, but she could see it's damp mouth hang loose, and she could feel saliva drip onto her wrists.
“Quiet, quiet, quiet,” she whispered, and raised her sturdy palm to the child's mouth. She stood and limped to the back of the alleyway.
The yelling dulled, but the child's sounds still vibrates against her chest. She swallowed, but it did nothing to clear her deaf ears.
Her face red, sweat gripped her clothing. She fumbled for the ladder, smacking bruised fingers against the steel bars as she repositioned the child, who shuddered with tears.
“Shh.” She said, but it was a half-hearted command. The cold steel seared her calluses as she pulled up on the ladder, and her wet boots slipped in unknown substance. Her jaw hit the bars, but she was not fazed by simple pain.
The child writhed.
Curse her for caring. The child didn't want a savior. It would have rathered dying in the god-forsaken streets.
She snagged the next rung and climbed, and her tight fingers slipped over the bars and stained red with rust.
The child jerked and cracked its skull against the steel. She could feel the vibrations echo through the rungs. “Everything sacred,” she cursed and pulled it close, feeling its small fingers twist into the middle of her loose shirt. “I'm saving you, pal, saving your blasted little life.”
Children never listen much to reason.
She gripped the roof top and lunged forward, feeling the grit of each worn shingle with careful consideration before giving it her weight. The child wailed.
“It's okay,” she said. Her bad leg ached. No one would search for them on the roof and she thought they were safe. Her hands shook. “It's okay.”
She pried the child from her torso and pushed her sleeve against its bleeding nose. It hiccuped with excited sobs. She pulled it closer and looked ahead at the rise of smoke. Screams no longer affected her numb ears, though she could see the child react with renewed sorrow at each unheard cry. She leaned against the slant of the roof and held the toddler.
Boredom pryed at her mind and she scoffed at her body. Her chest pulsed with heart beat, and her sore shoulders lay tight on the roof. If only she could calm herself. It was a rare thing to have utter control of her entire body. Now was one of the familiar instances where she sat and cursed herself for existing and for bearing the body of a coward.
The child wobbled in her lap and she wondered how loud it was crying. Her ears could not pick up on the slightest of sounds, overcome by the adrenaline rush. The blood pulsed in her temples, causing painful pressure. She lifted her stained fingers to the toddler's wet mouth and shook her head. “Quiet. Be quiet.”
Maybe she wasn't saying the words right. She couldn't remember how they felt on her tongue. She couldn't feel her tongue.
Water hit her cheek and she winced at the sight of rain, then sat up.
“We have to go.” She said.
The child shook.
She looked into its eyes and leaned forward so that they were inches apart. “Please be quiet.” She would pay to see such a request stated in a more condescending tone.
“Goodness.” She leaned back and shrugged her shoulders. “Be quiet.”
They never listen. Toddlers are unreasonable. Some folks found sympathy towards the sort of creatures that didn't bear the mental capacity to figure out what they must submit to in order to save their skin. Some folks called that ‘innocence.’ She wasn't sure she had ever bore such a title, and she wasn't confident in saying she had ever been called innocent. If she had, then the sayer would have eaten and chocked and died on his words.
If she had been like this child when she was young, she would have died.
But to each their own.
Perhaps someday the child could conjure up some gratitude.
She stood and shifted the toddler to her hip. Its mouth opened in mid-cry.
“Quiet.”
Words. Curse the words. She hated remembering sacred words.
Rain splattered down. The child blubbered.
“Shut up.”
There.
She could remember that one.

(Look at all those pArAgRaFs. Only for you, Kayway, only for you.

Dude it's been so long. I'm sorry if this is choppy, but it really has been so long since I've written in this style. But I am very excited to get back into the swing of things )

(Wow, this is beautiful.)

 

[Amer]

(This looks so good. You have no idea how much I want to contribute a character. But the studying! The tropical vacation!)

 

[Blue Raptor]

Ok, this character shouldn't have as much troubles as poor Gecko. This character has been in a lot of my stories over the past couple of years and I've become quite fond of him, especially lately. I was considering using another character (hopefully I don't regret), but I think this one will provide good conflict (if given the chance) and not so stuck to one side as my other possible character would be.

Form
Name: Jintao Balík
Gender:  Male
Age: 26
Species:  Human
Physical Appearance: He is completely missing his right arm. He's tall with black hair. He's underweight, which may be due to his missing arm (he was right-handed before he lost his arm) and his depression.
Personality: On the outside, he appears to hold himself together for the most part with politeness and following the rules. On the inside, he can be quite the opposite. From his past pains, he's grown sour and resentful. He battles depression, which sometimes causes him to be incapable of doing the things he should (like taking care of himself and such).
Backstory (optional): Jintao was once a pirate and a pirate's first mate for a time. Things inside him began changing as he began questioning if the pirate life was really for him. Then one day, while on a raid, he began disagreeing with the other pirates due to the ship they were attacking. Because of his disagreement, the other pirates turned on him and he abandoned ship. He was then rescued by fishermen and later, he was found by the King's soldiers and taken prisoner. Nobody knows what happened during his imprisonment, nor will he talk about it. It is rumored that it was the King's soldiers who cut off his right arm, but nobody really knows. He was secretly forced to be loyal to the King and is to report anything he may see amiss to the King's soldiers. (The soldiers may order a surprise meeting with him at any time.) He is also not allowed to have weapons of any type due to his past of being a pirate. Failure to comply is punishable by death, so the soldiers have told him.

Accepted!

 

[Blue Raptor]

(This looks so good. You have no idea how much I want to contribute a character. But the studying! The tropical vacation!)

Maybe you can just read what comes and make a character in the future, but I hope you have fun on your trip!

 

[Blue Raptor]

A tall man moseyed his way down the rocky streets, his hands in his pockets.
Can’t be too late.
Wilroc was glad the streets had emptied out as little. It wasn’t pleasant having your boot slip into horse crap when there’s no room to move out of the way.
Will eventually made it to the solid looking wood cabin that was his good friend Alayna’s home. He stepped up to the door, giving it a few brisk knocks.

(Geeze learning to write people is harder than I thought)

At the knocking sound from the next room, Layna turned towards the back wall and pushed open the swinging double doors into the second building after tossing her towel on the counter.
Finally.
She walked through the hallway, taking the moment alone to take a deep breath. She let it out and unlocked the door, pulling it open and looking up at the man. She huffed a breath out as she politely smiled, stepping aside so that the visitor could walk in. “Took you long enough,” she said jokingly. “The morning rush was over ages ago, so I don’t have much to offer you, but you can try to find something to eat out of the other room.” She mentioned to the double doors, through which lay the bakery.