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Welcome to the RP Thread! Please do not post if you haven't been accepted, we'll know. ⭑ Roles White Magic - - - Black Magic Aziz Botir | 22 | M | Played by Overthink101 Sylphiel Virellis | 21 | F | Played by The Betwitched Nerithra Styx | 21 | F | Played by Tenebris Umbra Gray Magic Maximillian Cantacuzène | 22 | M | Played by Spellbound Garvin Campbell | 23 | M | Played by Overthink 101 |
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Plot Magic has been part of our world for centuries, and now you’re invited to join it. As a new trainee, there’s much to learn and many challenges ahead. You’ll be moving to Ravenwood, a small town where others like you are training in the magical arts. This will be your home until you prove yourself. Your journey begins by travelling through a portal hidden in the woods. Don’t worry—there’s a path to guide you. Your first task is to find one of the three sages who will test you. Passing this test will earn you a special stone, allowing you to visit the magical realm whenever you need, though it takes time to recharge. The sages and other trainees are NPCs played by the host, ensuring a dynamic and engaging experience. Upon arrival in Ravenwood, you’ll be provided with the house of your dreams, fully customizable as soon as you learn a few spells. After completing your first test, you’ll receive a spellbook in the mail, which will be essential for your magical journey. You’ll also be shown key locations in Ravenwood, such as the shops, the duelling grounds, and given a map of the mansion where the sages live and train other witches and wizards. As you climb the ranks, you can gain a familiar—a magical companion. You’re limited to one, maybe two if you have the right persuasion, so choose wisely. In this roleplay, you’ll live the life of a witch, making friends and facing trials. Will you choose the path of light or be tempted by darkness? The story is filled with secrets and adventures waiting to be unlocked. Join us in Ravenwood and see where your magic will take you. ⭑ Dear New Initiate, We’re excited to invite you to join us in Ravenwood, where you can explore the world of witchcraft and wizardry. As the guardians of this magical place, we—Aradia Vervain, Juniper Deiana, and Ambrose Foxx—welcome you with open arms. In Ravenwood, you’ll find a community of fellow trainees, all learning and growing together. Ambrose will guide you through the depths of Black Magic, Juniper will show you the ways of White Magic, and Aradia will teach you everything in between—Gray Magic. This is your chance to dive into magic, make new friends, and discover your potential. Ravenwood is more than just a place to learn; it’s a vibrant community where you’ll forge bonds that last a lifetime. You’ll get to customize your own home, explore the town, and participate in various magical activities. The journey ahead is filled with exciting challenges and opportunities for growth. We believe in your potential and are here to support you every step of the way. Whether you’re drawn to the light, the dark, or somewhere in between, Ravenwood is the perfect place to start your magical journey. We can’t wait to see what you’ll achieve here. Welcome to Ravenwood. Best,
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Rules ⭑ I Expect All Of Sixbear (Eve)'s Rules To Be Followed. You Can Find Them By Scrolling Down And Clicking "Game Rules". ⭑ Hate The Character, Not The Player. ⭑ Aim To Post Once Or Twice A Week. If You Need To Leave, Please Say So In The Discussion Thread Or PM Me. ⭑ I Don't Mind What Literacy Level You're At, As Long As You Can Write More Than A Paragraph, Have A Good Understanding Of English, And Can Give Us All Something To Reply To. ⭑ No Controlling Other Characters, Only The Player Can Control Their Own Character. And While We're On The Subject, Don't Make Your Characters A Shadow/Hero. Keep Your Characters As Even As Possible! ⭑ Reservations Will Last For 24 Hours, With An Extension Of 12 Hours If Needed. PM Me. Nobody Can Reserve For You, Do It Yourself. ⭑ Don't Be Petty. If You Get Declined, You Clearly Didn't Do Something Right. I'd Be Happy To Give You Tips, But Don't Be Petty About It. ⭑ Please PM Me Once A Character Is Done. I Also Require You To Mark It As A WIP, But Some People Leave The Mark Up So I Can't Tell Easily. Please Just PM Me Once It's Done ^^" ⭑ Please Put "Jouska" In Your Other Section So I Know You've Read All The Rules. And Have Fun! |
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Starting Setting When the new people arrive in Ravenwood, they're met with a cool, fresh autumn breeze. The air smells of fallen leaves and distant wood smoke. The weather is cool but comfortable, with the sun casting a warm light over the red, orange, and yellow leaves. The skies are mostly clear, with a few fluffy clouds here and there. For the first week, the weather will be typical autumn. Mornings will start chilly with a gentle mist from the forest, slowly warming up by the afternoon. There might be a few light showers during the week, making the leaves look even brighter and creating a soft sound on the rooftops. Evenings will be cool and peaceful, great for sitting by the fire or having a warm drink under the stars. |
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Rowan Hyssop | Male | 21 | Gray Magic User Rowan Hyssop stepped out of the dense forest, the crunch of fallen leaves beneath his combat boots the only sound breaking the morning silence. He took a moment to adjust his black leather jacket and the orange contacts in his eyes, giving him his characteristic intimidating look. From the edge of the forest, he could see the small town of Ravenwood stretching out before him. The town had a quaint, almost picturesque quality, with cobblestone streets lined with shops and houses. The autumn leaves, in shades of red and gold, added to the charm. He pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket, the directions to his new house scribbled hastily on it. As he began to walk, his eyes scanned the town. There was a general store, a bakery with the smell of fresh bread wafting out, and a few other shops. The people of Ravenwood moved about with a calm, relaxed pace, giving the town a serene atmosphere. Rowan's house was on the outskirts of town, near the edge of the forest. The closer he got, the fewer houses he saw, and the quieter it became. Finally, he spotted his new home. It was a small house but looked rather wealthy despite its size. Ivy crept up its stone walls, and large, clean windows reflected the morning light. He approached the front door, fishing out the key from his pocket. The lock clicked open easily, and Rowan stepped into a small entryway. He slipped off his jacket and hung it on a hook, placing his boots neatly by the door. The smell of hyssop flowers, always faintly clinging to his clothes, mingled with the fresh scent of the wooden floors. The living room was cozy and inviting. A large, comfortable couch sat facing a modest fireplace, and shelves lined the walls, waiting to be filled with books and trinkets. Rowan took a moment to appreciate the space before moving on to explore the rest of the house. To the left of the living room was the kitchen. It was modern and well-equipped, with shiny appliances and a large window that let in plenty of natural light. Rowan could already imagine himself brewing potions here, the scent of herbs and spices filling the air. Satisfied, he turned back to the living room and headed to the right. The bedroom was spacious, with a large bed covered in soft, dark linens. A dresser and a closet provided ample storage space, and another door led to the bathroom. Rowan opened the door to the bathroom and was pleased to find it equally luxurious. A large bathtub, perfect for long, relaxing soaks, dominated the space. The fixtures were all high-end, gleaming under the bathroom lights. Returning to the bedroom, Rowan felt a sense of calm wash over him. This was his space, his sanctuary. He sat on the edge of the bed, the soft mattress sinking slightly under his weight. Pulling off his orange contacts, he placed them carefully in a small case on the bedside table. His natural light blue eyes scanned the room, taking in every detail. Reaching into his bag, Rowan pulled out a book titled "Alchemy and the Arcane." He leaned back against the headboard, flipping through the pages. Reading had always been his way of unwinding, a method to clear his mind and focus on something other than the chaos that often surrounded him. |
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Sylphiel Virellis | Black Magic | Female | 21 years old | Mentions: Open Sylphiel traveled along a narrow beaten path, her cane extended in front of her as she made her way to her new home. While Syl was not completely blind and didn’t need her cane most days, in new territories like Ravenwood, it was a must. Her cane tapped lightly on the ground as she navigated the final stretch, her heightened awareness guiding her steps. Sylphiel's cane is a work of art, crafted from polished black wood with intricate floral carvings that wind their way along its length. Each detail, from delicate blossoms to twisting vines, was painstakingly etched into the smooth surface. At the handle, two gleaming obsidian crystals were embedded, their dark, reflective surfaces catching the light. The rhythmic rustle of leaves and distant calls of forest creatures enveloped her, painting a vivid picture of her new surroundings. A ghost of a smile crossed her delicate features as she approached the quaint cottage structure. Her hands trembled lightly as she fumbled with the keys, anticipation and excitement palpable in the cool autumn breeze. Sylphiel's cottage in Ravenwood was a haven nestled deep within the woods. Moss blanketed the stone foundation, softening its edges and seamlessly blending it into its natural surroundings that Syl had a hard time seeing where it ended. Vines and ivy crawled up the walls, their leaves rustling gently in the breeze, while wildflowers bloomed profusely around the perimeter, adding bursts of color to the greenery. The air was perfumed with the delicate scent of flowers. Mushroom fairy rings dotted the grassy expanse, their delicate caps peeking out amidst the wild herbage. The roof, thickly covered in moss and patches of vibrant wildflowers, sloped gently to match the natural contours of the land. Small windows, adorned with whimsical sheer curtains, peeked out from behind climbing vines, allowing glimpses of the warm, inviting interior. Stained glass windows, crafted with intricate designs depicting mystical symbols and scenes from nature, adorned the cottage walls. The windows filtered sunlight into mesmerizing patterns of colored light, painting the inside with a magical glow. As Sylphiel moved closer, ready to explore the inside, she heard a soft splash to her right and turned to see a tranquil pond glistening in the dappled sunlight. Surrounded by a ring of smooth stones and bordered with lush aquatic plants, the pond reflected the vibrant hues of the surrounding foliage. Water lilies floated serenely on its surface, their delicate petals opening to the sun. A soft gasp escaped her lips as tears welled in her eyes at the beauty before her. Without hesitation, Sylphiel practically ripped out the cottage door. Inside, the cottage exuded a cozy and magical atmosphere. Wooden beams crisscrossed overhead, supporting a thatched roof adorned with hanging herbs and dried flowers. A stone fireplace, centered in the main living area, radiated warmth and comfort, its hearth adorned with entangled carvings depicting woodland scenes and mystical symbols. Furniture crafted from sturdy, polished wood dotted the cottage, upholstered in rich fabrics dyed with natural varying green pigments. Her fingers brushed against the soft fabric of the plush forest green couch, where a cozy cream blanket lay draped over its arm. Soft woolen rugs covered the smooth wooden floors, providing warmth and insulation against the cool forest ground. Pictures and shelves were hung on the walls, some shelves were filled with jars of varying herbs. Large stained glass windows framed picturesque views of the surrounding forest, allowing natural light to flood the interior and casting dancing patterns of colored light on the walls. Hanging suncatchers crafted from colored glass and crystals swayed gently, scattering prisms of rainbow light throughout the space. The air was infused with the earthy scents of herbs, incense, and wood smoke, enveloping the young witch in a cocoon of tranquility. The kitchen, nestled in a corner of the main room, boasted a large wooden table surrounded by mismatched chairs carved with varying complex patterns. A cast iron stove stood against one wall, its chimney extending through the thatched roof. Copper pots and pans hung from hooks above the stove, gleaming in the firelight. Wooden shelves held an array of ceramic dishes, goblets, and jars filled with preserved fruits and herbs. A small window above the sink offered views of the vibrant garden outside. Beyond the living area, a wooden spiral staircase led to the upper floor where Sylphiel's bedroom awaited. The bedroom was a serene sanctuary, with a cozy bed adorned with soft blankets and pillows in shades of green and blue. A bedside table, crafted from gnarled wood, held a flickering candle and a few books. A woven rug covered the polished black wooden floor. There were more stained glass windows in her room, along with suncatchers. Small rainbows and colorful patterns danced in her room. The room was covered in thriving plants and flowers. At the far end of the bedroom, a cozy window seat nestled beside a large window offered a peaceful spot for her. The seat, cushioned in deep sapphire blue velvet, curved gently beneath the window's expansive view. The seat was covered with pillows and comfy blankets. A small side table made of polished oak stood nearby, holding a stack of leather-bound books and a delicate porcelain teacup with floral patterns. Various large black wardrobes lined against the wall, ready to be filled. Across the hall was the bathroom. In Sylphiel's bathroom, the atmosphere is one of tranquility and natural beauty. Labradorite countertops gleam with iridescent hues, reflecting subtle shades of blue, green, and gold as light dances across their polished surface. The countertops are adorned with delicate jars of herbal potions and bath salts. A large window beside the bathtub offers expansive views of the surrounding forest, allowing natural light to flood the room during the day. Hanging vines cascade down from woven baskets, their leaves brushing against the walls and creating a natural curtain of greenery. The bathtub itself is a deep, claw-footed sanctuary, its porcelain surface a soothing shade of deep aquamarine. Brass fixtures with floral patterns adorn the tub, blending vintage elegance with modern comfort. As Sylphiel left the bathroom and slowly descended the spiral staircase, she retraced her steps outside. The sounds of nature welcomed her as the sun kissed her face, and the wind gently brushed back her white, wavy hair. 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Dorian Devaney | 23 | M | White Magic user | Mentions: open The portal closed with an odd sucking sound as soon as Dorian stepped into the rich autumn forest. He glanced over his shoulder; there was no trace remaining of the portal, only trees stretching on for as far as he could see. The forest was thick and lush, even though the trees were beginning to shed their leaves. Everything was cast in varying shades of red and gold, and the fading sunlight peeking in through the forest canopy bathed the scene in a comforting glow. Dorian fished around in his pocket for the worn piece of paper he'd stashed there. The scenery was beautiful, but he got the worrying impression that he was rather far away from any kind of civilization. Besides, the woods were almost eerily gorgeous considering the chill in the air. Dorian would have assumed that the trees would have dropped their leaves and gone dormant for the winter by now. The paper - addressed from A.V., J.D., and A.F., whoever they were - included a hand-drawn map below the contents of the letter. It was written on a parchment that looked and felt ancient, and Dorian worried that he would accidentally tear it every time he took it out to look it over again. The map showed a path beginning at the portal that led into a little town. That was a bit concerning; Dorian searched the entire surrounding area and found no sign of a path. He had been searching for nearly fifteen minutes when the toe of his shoe bumped against something firm, much harder than the soft soil he'd been walking on. He bent and brushed some leaves away from what turned out to be a large, flat stepping stone. There was another just a few feet away, leading deeper into the forest. The falling foliage must have obscured the pathway. Dorian wondered privately why these all-knowing sages neglected to mention that detail in the letter. He set out along the path, carefully clearing piles of leaves away whenever the sensation of stone disappeared from beneath his feet. He realized quickly that even though the path had appeared to take him deeper into the woods, the trees and shrubs around him were swiftly thinning. It only took a few minutes of walking before he emerged from the edge of the woods, blinking roughly as the setting sun's rays illuminated him. Once his eyes adjusted, Dorian realized he was standing at the edge of what must have been the town on the map. It was significantly bigger than he'd thought; the village was dotted with small cottages and a few larger buildings, perhaps businesses. In the distance, he could just barely make out what looked like some sort of grand mansion or castle. He consulted his map again. An 'X' on the other side of the town marked the location of his living quarters. Dorian kept his map in his hand as he walked. The town wasn't especially large, but it consisted of many crooked alleys and pathways that he was sure he would immediately become lost in. The smells of fresh baked bread wafted towards him from somewhere near the center of town, along with the autumnal scents of apples, cinammon, and pumpkin. His stomach growled, and he made a mental note to investigate the source of those scents after he was settled in. The sun was low on the horizon by the time Dorian reached his house. It was a small, squatty cottage, covered with spindly strands of ivy reaching towards the thatched roof. The rusted iron gate shrieked as he shoved it open. The yard was partially overrun with flowers and weeds, but Dorian found it charming despite himself. Around the back, he could spot the edge of what looked like a plot of herbs or vegetables. The wooden door was decorated with brass hinges and locks, and it seemed to swing open as soon as Dorian's fingers brushed the knob. The light was dim inside, but the few remaining rays of sun streaming in through the windows illuminated everything well enough. The main room seemed to be a combination of a kitchen and living room. There was a small, antique-looking stove along one wall, and a rickety wooden table outfitted with a few mismatched chairs. Along the other wall was an old sofa and a handful of soft chairs, all with cozy-looking blankets slung over their backs. There was a tall bookcase next to the sofa, its shelves brimming with volumes. Dorian brushed his fingers over their spines. Most of their titles had something to do with magic, things he'd never even heard of. He shook his head and decided to tackle them another day. There were a few candles scattered on shelves and windowsills throughout the room. Dorian rummaged through some drawers until he discovered a box of matches and lit them all carefully, then proceeded down the hallway. There were only two more rooms; Dorian hadn't realized quite how small the cottage was. One was a bedroom containing a full bed heaped with quilts, most of which looked handmade, and an intricately carved dresser. The other was a regular bathroom, though Dorian did note the rather spacious tub attached to the wall. He returned to the small bedroom and prodded the mattress curiously. It felt incredibly soft; he flopped down onto it and stared at the ceiling, reliving the day's events in his mind. He'd stepped through an otherworldly portal based on the instructions in a letter signed with the initials of people he'd never met. He'd made it to this unfamiliar town to find a house prepared specifically for his arrival. He consulted the letter again; there were no further instructions on what to do after he'd found the cottage. Dorian frowned and tossed it onto the nightstand next to the bed. He'd managed to get this far; if these sages wanted him to do anything else, they could come tell him in person. Dorian paused, then sat up and carefully tucked the letter back into his jeans pocket. It might not be of use to him anymore, but it made him feel a bit more reassured to have it with him. Already missing his squishy new mattress, he hauled himself out of bed and headed back towards the front room to continue exploring the house. |
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Garvin Campbell | M | 23 | Gray Magic User | Mentions; Open. *~*~*~* As Garvin walked along the cobble street at the mouth of Ravenwood, where the forest met the town, it wasn’t hard to understand why his grandmother had always said she regretted leaving. The streets didn’t seem that busy, at least not yet, and the people who were moving about didn’t seem in a rush. Even better than any of that though, was that everyone seemed to just be minding their own business. -- He looked back down at the paper that held the directions to what was supposed to be his new home. Admittedly, it was kind of hard to read due to how much he’d fiddled around with it on his way here, the writing somewhat smeared and the paper slightly torn. Regardless, his eyes searched the street names and nearby shops in hopes they’d match the address on the paper. -- As he went on his way through the town on his search, he made note to eventually visit the bakery he’d passed for some seeded bread. He hadn’t seen too many doves and pigeons just yet, or even crows for that matter, but he doubted that there were none. And even if there somehow weren’t any in the town, there were birds in the forests surrounding it. He’d heard a few birdsongs on his way in, after all. -- The town square was only slightly more busy than the rest of the streets, which was to say, not very busy at all. It was nothing like the bustling crowd that Garvin was used to. Which, truth be told, was beyond being a simple nice change of pace. Truthfully, the only thing that even seemed remotely out of place was the fox standing in the middle of the huge water fountain that was the centerpiece of the town square. But even he could tell that that seemed more like something to laugh about while alone rather than while in the middle of the town. -- He paused as he passed said water fountain, only for a brief moment as a flowerbed with anemones, nerines, and dahlias caught his eyes. He glanced at the other flowerbeds as he started walking again, noting with a slight grin that all of them held different autumn-based perennials. Asters being one of the more common ones, as they always seemed to be. Not that he had anything against them, of course. They were great flowers with plenty of variety. It almost seemed like the town’s chosen flower though, with how often goldenrods seemed to be near the flowerbeds. -- Either way, he continued to make his way through the cobble streets, headed north toward the mountain range in the distance. Why the house they decided to put him in had to be so far from the way into town, he didn’t know. Or really care, if he was being honest. But all the walking was starting to hurt his feet, probably because of the hard stone he was walking on. He kept on walking regardless though. -- When Garvin reached a worn down signpost, he had to stop and look at the piece of paper that was supposed to tell him where to go again, unsure if he’d gone too far or made a wrong turn at some point. But no, according to the paper, he was still going the right way. So he huffed and went on walking past the signpost that marked the trail that’d go through the forest and up the mountain range. -- Only to stop a little ways into the forest at the sight of a fork in the path. Or, at least, what looked like one to him. Putting one of his sunset-colored gloved hands on a nearby tree, he looked at his paper for what had to be the hundredth time by now. -- Turned out the fork in the path was less a fork in the path and more of a walkway to the house he was supposed to be going to. Which was just great. If the overgrown, hidden look of it was anything to go off of. Still, with little more than a sigh, he pushed off the tree and started making his way down the walkway. It was secluded from people, at the very least, which was always nice. -- The path led to a slight thinning of the trees and what at some point might’ve been a clearing, though time had obviously passed since anyone had stopped by, leaving said old clearing to be reclaimed by nature. A look he rather liked, as he continued to follow stepping stones embedded into the ground, half hidden under moss, ivy, and weeds. He stopped when he caught sight of what was at the other end of the old clearing, eyes narrowed behind his glasses. -- At the other end sat what he assumed was supposed to be the house he’d been looking for. It was small, definitely only one story, and even more certainly— It was old, made mostly of timber with what he could guess was once vibrant orange and black paint that was now dull and chipping away from it. -- He continued towards it, testing its bottom step with his foot as he reached it before making his way up to the covered porch. All in all, it looked in good condition despite its age. The cobwebs that hung around the empty, forgotten flowerbeds almost seemed cosmetic, decorative, instead of something that came from time. -- Still, Garvin hummed softly to himself as he searched his pockets for the key he’d gotten for the house. It took him just a bit longer than he thought it should for him to find it, but when he did he stared at the shape for a moment, as he had the last few times he’d looked at it. The key handle was decorated by snakes circling it, and the end that didn’t go into the keyhole was shaped like a lewisia flower. It’d seemed odd to him every time that he’d looked at it. It still seemed odd to him. -- Either way, he tried it on the door of the house in front of him, and pushed it open when he heard the click of it unlocking. Stepping inside, he was immediately met with a living room. It was odd though, as he walked further in. Compared to the outside, it almost looked like someone had cleaned it recently. The furniture was still obviously older, with floral and stripes and dots and just overall plenty of mismatched patterns. -- What stopped him halfway through the living room as he started making his way to the open door frame on the other side, was the table in front of the floral printed couch. Sat on the middle of the table was a vase, foggy and off-white from time, with a bouquet of oleanders inside it. Alive and well. -- He almost laughed then, as if he’d finally gotten a joke that had at first eluded him. But he didn’t, instead, he swallowed dryly past the slightest of lumps in his throat, and continued on his way through what was actually a small hallway with a door, that he guessed led to a half bathroom based off the size of the hallway, where on the other side lay a kitchen and dining room area. The old wood stove in the kitchen seemed right at home with the brightly colored cabinets and island. Really, all in all, it was small, with the dining area just being a circle table and two cushioned swirl patterned seats that looked like they belonged in a diner. Still, at the middle of that table too, sat a bouquet of oleanders in a vase that was well taken care of. -- He passed by it a bit easier than he had the one in the living room, deciding not to think about how he’d have to handle them with gloves to avoid getting any rashes. As much as he did, in fact, love oleanders, they still tended to be annoying due to their toxicity. -- This time, the doorway was a doorway, and he had to actually open a door to get to the next room. Which turned out to be a bedroom, and compared to the rest of the house? It was actually rather barren. Apparently, instead of having to decorate the whole house, he was just getting to do the bedroom. Which was fine, honestly, because the rest of the house already looked just fine to him. He rather liked the mismatched vintage look it had going on. -- Besides, the bedroom at least had a bed in it already, though the sheets were simple white ones. It was good enough for him anyway. His eyes swept over everything quietly, just taking it all in. There were two other doors in the bedroom, which he guessed led to a closet and a bathroom, respectively, which he decided he’d look through some other time. But other than that, all there was… Was a vase on the nightstand next to the bed, filled with not oleanders but instead— Columbines. -- Garvin stared at them for a moment, and then left the bedroom, closing the door to it behind him. Taking a breath, he supposed that now was as good a time as any to check out the bakery he’d passed earlier. See if they had any seeded bread that would work to share the seeds with birds. |
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