Chatterbox: Inkwell

EXILE RPG

In a world where it’s possible to collect magic from magical people, beasts and things, criminals have their magic forcefully extracted and given to the magicless by the corrupt government, the Ruthkirn Haefin. Magic can be wonderful, but too much magic can be incredibly dangerous to people with any capacity for magical use- it can drive them mad. So, when a new continent is discovered full of dangerous and magical beasts, the only people they’re willing to send in is the criminals- magicless and completely useless to the government, a mere liability, who cares if they live or die?

In this RP, we’ll be playing people who had their magic extracted due to being accused of crimes and now have to do the dangerous job of collecting magic in an unexplored new land. You can play off this topic slightly- for instance Katydid’s character is slightly different in that she still has a hint of her magic, but she’s still a balanced character because of how weak being blood farmed makes her. If you’re not sure about your character just ask one of us (Danie, Indigo, Katydid) for help.

Rules

  1. Please make a balanced character with both strengths and weaknesses. This will make the role play more fun- if your character is so powerful he or she could easily overcome the problem, the role play won’t be very hard or long, and we wouldn’t have to think up any interesting ways for the characters to get around the problem.

  2. Please be respectful of other people. Don’t control what their character does in one of your posts or do something without their permission.

  3. Please, only one person gets a power. Multiple people with the same powers might get kind of boring. However, since we need a relatively balanced ratio of boys and girls, if you want to make a boy character with the same power as a previously made girl character, you can.

  4. One character each, please. This rule is in place because when there are too many characters, it can get confusing. If there’s only one character per person, more people can roleplay than if each person has five or six characters.

  5. Even with the previous rule it’s still likely there may be too many people roleplaying together if we don’t have a rule on how many people can join- so there’s a limit of 10 people, first come first serve- but you can reserve spots and if by the time you’re reading this, this RP has started, you can join if you are up to date on what’s going on in the RP.

  6. We’ll be starting with them just getting off the boat onto the new land of their exile.

  7. If you have read all of these rules, please put the word ‘blue’ in one of your sentences in the pet peeves part of the character sheet.

Character Sheet

Name:

Age(15 or older):

Gender:

Appearance:

Personality:

Powers they previously possessed:

Pet Peeves:

Weaknesses:

Backstory (write a short scene where they get caught or imprisoned):

 

 

 

Danie’s Character:

Name: Olive Wilkens

Age(15 or older): 15

Gender: Female

Appearance: Surprisingly clean fluffy light gray hair in a bob. Large gray blue eyes that never seem to stare straight at you. She has the height of a 12 year old,  and would be average in weight if they actually fed them enough. Her face is speckled with dirt. Her clothes look like someone was desperately trying to clean them but failed in the end.

Personality: Olive is naive and cheerful to the point of cluelessness, and she can’t seem to figure out the seriousness of her situation or of future problems. She can’t hold a grudge either, and people whose morals are less than perfect seem trustworthy to her. She isn’t the brightest either, and can’t seem to understand that a person is sad. Frankly, she doesn’t seem to think that ‘sad’ exists. For example, if she were to see a person in grief or anger, she would just see this as another form of happiness and carry on like usual. This means that she can’t and won’t show sympathy or empathy.

Powers they previously possessed: Complete Invisibility. As simple as that. However, she can only go invisible for as long as she can hold her breath. People can also still hurt her and feel her.

Pet Peeves: She hates people tapping on things, hates nails on chalkboard and other noises similar. Though I suppose hate is a strong word, because she’s literally never down in the blues.

Weaknesses: She’s kleptomaniac, a person with a severe urge to steal and hoard items with little reason. She is weak physically, and even her personality is also a bit of a weakness.

Backstory (write a short scene where they get caught or imprisoned):

The girl was, quite frankly, hard to notice. You would pass by her on the street, give her a second glance, and then she was gone. As well as your hat, your necklace, and the twenty or so wrappers hiding in your purse.

If she had ever thought of a good reason for stealing, it was about as unknown as the whereabouts of those stolen items. She was, to put it simply, a thief, a hoarder, and a problem to the society. At least, to the glorious leaders of Ruthkirn Haefin.

So, in the afternoon of a should be average day, this said girl went on like usual. She inhaled. She stole. She exhaled. Again and again. Until something out of the norm happened. Someone noticed her.

The guards were quickly called, for this piece of information spread through the crowd like a wildfire. The girl, oblivious to the attention, continued her tasks, until she found her way blocked. By the guards. They took her arms, emptied her pockets, pushed her, laughed at her, their voices and their hands a hurricane of motion.

She was taken into a dark place, with metal bars and strange people. But she smiled, relaxed, acting as if nothing had happened.

“What’s your name?” She said cheerfully, her eyes darting between scraps on the ground. “I’m Olive.”

The guard was unresponsive.

“This place smells quite nice you know.” She waved her hands about, her eyes still attached to the ground. “Old and rustic and used often.”

No response.

“Don’t you like it here?” She lifted her head. “You must like it, seeing how far away you must be from everyone else.” She smiled.

The guard twitched.

 

 

 

Indigo’s Character:

Name: Madeline Hart

Age(15 or older): 16

Gender: female

Appearance: Madeline has straight black hair that runs down her back almost to her elbows, dull green eyes that make her look like she’s always in deep thought, and a slightly downturned mouth with thin lips. She’s tall and slender, partly from the rough treatment of the exile, but rarely looks very attractive either way, as she often forgets to brush her hair or teeth. She dresses in worn and simple but clean clothes and usually has her hair up in a bun or back in two braids.

Personality: Madeline is serious and quiet; she rarely opens up to people, instead keeping her own counsel. This is not to say she is inarticulate or not a good leader; she’s a good leader, but she’s so serious she doesn’t make for a very good friend, and is rarely any fun to be around. She rarely gets angry, but when she does it’s fearsome. Wary, and well aware of all the dangers in the world, but tries to be optimistic and see the bright side of things. Intelligent and well educated.  

Powers they previously possessed: Madeline used to be able to transform the best of her drawings into art that was three dimensional and real; the art would not be alive, and would be under her control; if she was devoting her energy to controlling it might respond to questions, but if she wasn’t paying much attention, it would just continue doing as she had left it doing and ignore whatever else was going on. For instance, if she made a miniature dragon illusion that sang and danced and someone hit it but she wasn’t paying attention, it would just keep dancing and singing without reacting.

Pet Peeves: She can’t stand people who spit when they speak or chew with their mouth open; she also hates being dirty for long periods of time; she can endure it easily enough for a little while, but past then being grimey will make her very irritable. She’s also very bad with deep water; all that blue wet stuff freaks her out a bit. Bath tubs are okay, but anything much bigger or much deeper than that is an issue for her.

Weaknesses: A bit of a neat freak and a perfectionist. Bad at picking up social cues for jokes and rarely finds anything funny. Makes rash decisions at times; when she’s angry, she often does something without fully thinking it through. Holds grudges for long periods of times and physically weak; she has good endurance when running but otherwise sucks at all types of exercise or fighting aside from that.

Backstory (write a short scene where they get caught or imprisoned):

They had not expected it to be her, even though in hindsight it had been so obvious, the jury whispered amongst themselves as they ran through the sheets of evidence they had been given. It was so, so obvious, so clear; yet they could still hardly believe it.

She had been such a kind, sweet girl, from a good, rich family that wholly supported the government, as all good citizens should, and had gotten such good grades, her tutors protested, confused. She never had seemed at all crazy, her sister testified; and her art had been so beautiful, who would have thought she would use it for evil?

Madeline, sitting in the chair, reflected that while she did not like the fate that awaited her, the waiting she had to endure during the stupid ceremonial trial was even worse. She sat perfectly still, back perfectly straight; looking about as unlike a mad woman as she possibly could with her hair messed up and paint all over her clothes, popping and fizzing with excess magic.

The crowd, that gilded collection of the wealthy and nobility, many of whom Madeline knew as the parents of that girl in her Mathematics class or this boy in her Ancient History class, some even the parents of her closest friends, were being strung up into greater and greater rage. Once, they had looked at her as that girl at school their children knew; but now they looked at her as if she were a little squashed up spider on the bottom of their shoes.

“AND THIS GIRL, THIS TUH-RAIIIIITOR TO OUR GLOOORIOUS CAUSE, THIS- THIS- ABOMIN-NATION DESERVES NOOOOOOOOTHING LESS THAN THE REMOVAL OF HER TUH-RATIOOOORIOUS MAGIC AND EXILE,” The persecutor roared, to much loud cheering. “AT LEAST THAT WAY SHE CAN CONTRIBUTE SOMETHING TO OUR GREAT NATION!”

Madeline bowed her head and avoided eye contact with her family as she was dragged out, at last crumpling under the weight of the realization of what this really meant.

Katydid’s Character:

Name: Faera Ryoko

Age(15 or older): 16

Gender: Female  (Half-dragon)

Appearance: Generally the first thing one would notice about her is the obvious lack of weight.  She looks half starved, and extremely small, though she isn’t that short. The second thing someone might notice about her, if they can meet her gaze, is that her eyes are an icy, almost white blue. They stand out upon her face, which is actually startlingly pretty for her lack of weight. She’s got brown hair constantly back in a messy braid, and pieces always frame her face. Scars cover most of her body, but she hides them well.

Personality: Faera is extremely indecisive with her emotions. They are never really good emotions, but she she snaps back between anger and fear, as well as sarcasm. Even the simplest things get rather big outbursts, so she tries to keep her talking low. She’s a fairly negative person, and lapses into long silences of daydreaming often. She doesn’t trust humans, considering they practically ruined her, and the only thing they have caused her is pain. If she willingly makes contact with someone it’s as close to trust as she will get.

Powers they previously possessed: She had the ability to fly, with large silver wings protruding from her back. She was also slightly fire resistant, but not by much.

Pet Peeves: People. Idiotic people. Mistakes. She gets extremely annoyed very easily, even with the smallest of sounds. The only thing that doesn’t annoy her is well-played music, whether it’s a blueish sad song, or a violent red one.

Weaknesses: She’s extremely weak. There is barely any sense of bravery within her sociopathic soul, so she’s a coward.

Backstory (write a short scene where they get caught or imprisoned):

It had all begun with a crash and a bang. Or, rather, ended. Faera wasn’t ready to admit her life was swept away and she wasn’t even close to being prepared to admit something horrific had begun.

She had expected the moment to come for years. She was wasted hours worrying of different ways they might attempt to capture her, and how she could escape from their grasp. When that dreaded occasion finally arrived, although much too soon, it didn’t take her long to realize there wasn’t even a chance of escape.

The men had trailed behind her for hours on their horses, and even with her wings she couldn’t shake off their trail. They were all trained archers,  and after a few hours of the chase, even when she had flown higher out of their reach, it took (suggested edit: only) one slip-up for an arrow to penetrate her wing.

The cry of victory below her struck fear into her heart and left her paralyzed. The pain was overpowering on it’s own, but the terror she felt made things much worse. She had known they would catch her, but couldn’t simply believe it until she found herself spiraling towards the ground.

The moment she realized there was no going back, the only bit of hope left inside was the hope that they would fail to catch her.

Even that wasn’t granted.

It had been the last thing she had hoped for, because after that they took away everything. They didn’t even wait to carry her off before injecting her with some sort of serum, which she soon discovered helped her blood replenish, and removing her magic.

When they took away the magic, they stole the dragon part of her. The once magnificent silver wings upon her back melted away, leaving burning scars upon her back. Her blood was still magic, but didn’t do any good.

Then they took away whatever part of her was human. They ripped it to shreds, breaking her beyond healing emotionally. She lost hope only four days into imprisonment, though she would have to agree it had been failing the moment an arrow shot through her wing.

Her personality changed and she lost any attempt to care. No one else mattered but her. All hope was gone, swept away in the dust, and all that remained was a skeleton of a person, filled with anger and regret.

She would daydream constantly about possibilities of freedom. But the difference between wishing and hoping, is that you only believe one of them will happen. The other you know is impossible, and will remain a simple dream.

submitted by Indigo, Katy & Danie
(November 22, 2016 - 2:04 pm)

Top! I wish I could do this, but I'm already in, like, six other RPs. Good luck with this one!

submitted by Embers in the Ashes
(November 22, 2016 - 3:54 pm)
submitted by TOP TOP
(November 22, 2016 - 3:57 pm)
These are some creatures and plants that can be found on the exiled land.
Mythical Creatures:
Large Dragons with hoards of gold
Unicorns and pegasi
Dog sized Gryffins that move in flocks
Phoenixes (only a couple, relatively rare; have never been ran into, but seen at sunset)
Mermaids and Sirens
The Sidja, wise birds that eat the fruit of dreams with huge, beautifully colored wings, who know rather too much about you for comfortabilities sake
Mythical Plants/General Stuff:
-A wishing well, of sorts- just a spring, but it works about like one
-Tall trees that move without wind in forests that are inhabited with elf like representations of the trees, with masks instead of faces, and have moss or grass for hair and sap flowing through their veins like blood
-Tangled long grass that tries to catch onto your toes when walking barefoot
-Rolling hills that seem to shift places like sand dunes
-Flowers that make you fall into an enchanted sleep (Poppy flowers)
-Trail paths that lead you into traps in the center of the forest
-Delicious, brilliantly colored fruits that give you the craziest dreams- dreams of people you loved and lost, your past, your future, or just of some random person you don’t even know half way across the world… or even a dream of somewhere not in this world.
-Volcanoes that are home to lava dragons...
submitted by Danie
(November 22, 2016 - 4:00 pm)

Joining! I'll post a charrie later!

submitted by Cho Chang
(November 22, 2016 - 4:05 pm)

I'm reserving a spot! I'm not sure if I'll have to leave soon or not, and if I'll have time to finish the charrie sheet, so if mine comes up soon after this then better safe than sorry-- if it doesn't, great!
(and I was rambling. Sorry.)

submitted by St.Owl, age Recarnated, Everywhere
(November 22, 2016 - 6:04 pm)

I'm really looking forward to this RP. I can expect it to be great with you girls around!

Name: Sinn (pronounced "shin") Ment

Age: 17

Gender: M

Appearance: He looks psychotic, a bit out of his mind, which may be true. His light brown hair, stuck at the turning point between dark blond and light brown, is messy and disorganized, affected by static and wind so that strands of hair stick up and there's no reasonable part. His eyes, a dark pit black, have flecks of gold in them, that seem to shimmer frighteningly. Sinn is used to starvation, and not frail, but he is thin, although of an average height. 

Personality: Sinn used to be charming and witty. He was the life of everyone's party; the joker, the seducer, and he knew exactly how to make someone laugh. He lost the ability. He still understands people much better than average, but he doesn't do it for fun anymore; he does it to sting, and wriggle into someone's heart with shards of glass and poke them in the most painful places. His heart is broken, and his sullenness is almost contagious.

Powers they Previously Possessed: He was able to read minds. He couldn't delve deep in them without a willing volunteer, concentration, and time; but he could easily skim off the top, feel a simple emotion, catch a thought. He relied on it heavily.

Pet Peeves: Optomism. Even before he got his powers taken away, Sinn scoffed at all the "glass half full" nonsense; he's a devout realist. He also found talking about someone behind their back atrocious. Either say what you think to their face, or don't say it at all.

Weaknesses: Sinn is quick to be violent and snaps at small things. He hates the heat, and gets scared very easily. The problem is, he's got such a large sense of pride that he has to prove himself, even if it certainly means death.

Backstory:

He stood in front of the judges in horror, their words crashing down on his shoulders like bags; he was just a porter, staggering under the weight, as person after person placed their purses on his waiting arms. It couldn't possibly be true. When they had left, the majority were going to let him off.

Sinn had been brought for a trail before. But he knew what he had to say to get out; he listened to other people, and what they were thinking, and how he could win their favor. This wasn't the first time he'd attacked an official, and he wasn't lying, either. The enforcer had assulted him first, and soon Sinn was on him, the two of them rolling in the dirt of the alley he called home.

He wasn't a criminal. Not at all. Sinn never stole; he merely asked, and people gave. All the fighting he did was self-defense. But here he was, and there they were.

The judges announced their decision to the jury, and Sinn's world went black.

submitted by St.Owl, age Recarnated, Everywhere
(November 22, 2016 - 6:14 pm)

I love your character!

submitted by Indigo
(November 23, 2016 - 9:09 am)

Also, it slipped my mind because I was rushing a bit, but a certain color is supposed to be present. I apologize.

submitted by St.Owl, age Recarnated, Everywhere
(November 23, 2016 - 4:48 pm)

Oooh, I'll join!

Name: Siren Shallows

Age: 16 exactly

Gender: F

Apperance: It was rumered that she was decended from a real siren, but she never belived those boys who spread those rumers. She also doesn't belive that she's beautiful, no matter what she's told. She has golden blond hair and tanish skin. She has terquois eyes speckled with dark gold, with a dark emerald rim around them. She has a big smile you could get lost in and long eyelashes. She has a slim waist but resonably large thighs, hips, arms, and neck. She's stronger then she looks, and doesn't belive she's beautiful at all. She sees herself as the monster she came to be. 

Personallity: She has a shallow, shell, you can call it. She acts trustworthy, kind, and stupid. But really she is extreamly smart and always caculating. Everything she does is part of a complex plan to get what she wants. You can never ern her trust, because she always puts people under one catagory, the crule jugdmental type. But really, only a tenth of the people she meats are that type, but she can never admit to mistakes and sees everyone like her. Caculating behind a shallow shell, and she tends to out think at times and get her self caught in her own web.

Powers they previously possessed: She possesed hypmotizing powers. She could hypmotize someone to follow simple commands like 'give me your ID number' or 'give me all the contants of your wallet'. And after they would forgot they ever met her. 

Pet peeves: hates the 'do nothing, look pretty' type, even though that's what she presives herself to be to others. She DESPISES blueberrys, mabye because there was one boy in middle school that was COMPLEATLY obssesed with her, and always had a blueberry stain on his shirt. She got rid of him though, there's not just a blueberry stain on that shirt anymore.

Weaknesses: will never let go of a grudge. Can be overcalculating at times, thinking that a person is as smart as her, and gets herself caught. She can also be forgetful at times. She has a short-term memory issue, and has trouble remembering things from like, 20 munits ago. She can also get caught up and loose track of what she was after, like having too much fun with some 'friends'. Se remembers the next day, and curses herself for letting her mission slip.

Backstory (write a short scence where they get caught or imprisoned): 

"Thanks." I whispered into his ear before leaving the still hypmotised pathetic sap staring glazed-eyed at the wall. I snatched his wallet with his credit card and ID off of the counter and left through the back door without a trace. 

Once I was safley outside I snapped my fingers and felt my mind leave his. I snikered as I opened the wallet, 20 grand. Who keeps this amount in their wallet? Well it'll turn out for me. 20 grand. That could by me a house of my own, maybe even a car.

I rounded a corrner and was met with a very familular girl. And behind her...a lot more familular people. I gasped and took a step back. Everytime I slipped up, these guys got a little closer to finding me out. What did I slip up on this time?

I swallowed hard in realization. I overthought the girl. That girl, was the boy's girlfriend. My hand shook as they advanced.

They people, they were policeofficers. Cops. FBI. Here to take me away.

I couldn't hypmotize all of them. That boy took all of my strenght to get him to give me his passcode for all of his saving accounts. I quickly pocketed the money and caculated a slim chance of survival.

"I have no magic, I promiss! He gave me his money becausehe didn't want his girlfriend to find it! He. Told. Me she's the one who's been stealing his money, and all of his friends. Is that why you brought the cops here, to rat yourself out?"

"I know what you are, and your 'songs of mellody' don't get to me." She spat.

I looked dumfoundedly at her. I predicted she was going to say that, along with a million other responces. "Me-ll-o-dy?" I asked.

"Don't dum-found me. I know that's an act. And so do all these officers."

I flared my nosstrals. I was trapped, what else was there to do?

There going to come at me...she's going to run over there, knife...

They started foward again and I darted to the girl, picked up the knife laying on the lawn, and pinned it against her neck. "Take another step and she dies." I snarled to the cops.

They stood with their guns out and I smiled. "Now I'm going to go. If you follow me, she dies. If you try and pursuit in the next day, she dies. I'll let her go dawn 2 days from now, and she'll let you know she's safe by coming here, to her boyfriends house. If she doesn't come, well that just means that someone went against me and followed me."

I started slowly backwards. Then, with only a quiet whoosh as warning, something hit me in the back of the head. I dropped the knife and colapsed, the last thing I remembered before my eyes closed; the boy standing with a stioc exprestion holding the hilt of a gun.

You can trust no one is this world. Every last one are backstabbers in the end. Every last person lies and turns their back on you in the end.

And there's me as living proof. 

submitted by Claaws
(November 22, 2016 - 9:42 pm)

Just for future reference this is no set on Earth or a modern era; this is more medevial. 

submitted by Indigo
(November 22, 2016 - 10:45 pm)

May I reserve a spot?

submitted by Mirax T. , age 12, The Pulsar Skate
(November 22, 2016 - 10:09 pm)

Yes. If you have any more questions about how this RP works, please check up at the top. 

submitted by Indigo
(November 22, 2016 - 11:51 pm)

Name: Raven Turner

Age(15 or older): 15

Gender: Female

Appearance: Short, thin, and wiry. Amber eyes and black hair pulled into a ragged braid. Doesn't mind getting dirty.

Personality: Pessimistic, difficult, disagreeable, ready to argue with anyone. Rash and unorthodox, but also secretive and vengeful.

Powers they previously possessed: She could create a person out of her imagination from nowhere, and make them disappear, but the number of people created would share her strength among them, so if she created five people (6 people in total) she and each of the people would have a sixth of her original strength. She usually only created one person to be with her at a time, who became her friend. (Sorry if that's complicated.)

Pet Peeves: Everything. Especially people who are full of themselves, or people that everyone else admires.

Weaknesses: Extremely proud, argumentative, reckless. Not very physically strong, but she tries desperately to hide it. Also very good at making enemies. Jealosy. Holds grudges.

Backstory (write a short scene where they get caught or imprisoned): 

She should've known. The Ruthkirn Haefin wouldn't let her go after this. In fact, they now had all the more reason to hate her.

Raven had always chafed under authority, and once she found out through the spies she created what the Ruthkirn Haefin were doing, decieving their citizens, she couldn't keep it in. She told the town. Also, she may have killed a trusted advisor or two in the process. And now they were chasing her.

But she still hung on to one hope, as she sprinted through the forest with policemen right behind. Picturing in her mind a girl identical to her, she hardened her mind and cast the image in her head right next to her. This person that she had just created, although looked exactly the same as Raven, had her own thoughts and was capable of thinking for herself. She had been Raven's only friend for all her life, usually taking the form of a boy named Jack. The other Raven still had Jack's thoughts.

"Distract them," Raven whispered to her double, and then streaked off in another direction.

Immediately, half of her strength left her and joined the body of Raven #2. Raven wobbled and slowed, breathing hard. She ducked down to hide, and heard the police go after the decoy.

Suddenly there was a gunshot. Raven shrieked as her best friend went down, leaving her forever with half strength. The police located the noise, and injected her, killing all of the people she had known and created, and stopping her from making anymore. Everything went black.

Sorry if that was bad I'm in a rush. 

submitted by The Riddler, age 843.946, Here
(November 22, 2016 - 11:05 pm)

I like your character! But I don't!

Like I like the character, but if I actually knew this person they wouldn't be very likeable, XD. Maybe make some good traits to make her seem more human!

I really like the power by the way. The weaknesses even It out, and its pretty creative! 

submitted by Katydid
(November 23, 2016 - 6:16 pm)

Can't you just let me develop her during the story? I have something in mind for her already, and I am already aware that she doesn't seem very likeable. I am going to develop her in the story, later. I know what I'm doing.

submitted by The Riddler
(November 25, 2016 - 1:47 pm)