BlackShardNixium

@Witch

Great! I'll be using Roefire here if that okay with you!

Oooh! This looks great! Let me know if I missed anything!
 

Name: Roefire

Race: Pegasus

Class: Fencer

Age: 20

Sex: Female

Cutie Mark: A simple compass with inscribed sun-rays at its center. It represents her love for adventure and exploration, and her ability to help other ponies find their way.

Special Talent: Wayfinder - Roefire is exceptional at cartography and constellation reading, thus enabling her to help guide the party on the correct path. 

Motivation: Roefire is a freelance adventurer for hire ((she hates the term mercenary)). No task, big or small, has ever phased her before, and she's not about to let some cranky Lich scare her away!

Backstory: It's not that Roefire had a tragic, haunted childhood. It's really not like that. 
Roe had wonderful parents, who loved her very much. She grew up safe and warm in the clouds, with a nice home and dozens of other Pegasi foals to play with. There was no horrific, life-changing event that shook the foundations of everything she believed in, nor any terrible, crippling loss to scar her formative years.
Roefire grew to be a proud and confidant young mare, the apple of her parents' eyes. But it was as she grew that Roe began to feel the weight of expectation and responsibility. The reality of becoming a teenager, and then an adult, really. 
Her parents had always just... assumed she'd go into the weather business. It was almost unheard of for a Pegasus not too. I mean, we couldn't all be like the Wonderbolts. 
At least, that's what her parents had said. 
But it just didn't satisfy Roefire. Like... ever. There was never any flash of inspiration or excitement, or any gentle wave of contentment. Helping the weather along was... just that. Helping the weather along. It wasn't her calling. It wasn't who she was meant to be. Her parents has insisted she was being over-dramatic, that she'd settle into her niche in time. Her cutie mark would appear, and all would be well. 
But time marched on and Roefire grew increasingly restless and agitated. She'd eventually grown to despise the work she did, viewing it as an awful chore that kept her from growing into the pony she knew she could be. Yet at the same time, she felt incredibly guilty for thinking this way. She desperately wanted to make her parents proud, to find a place in the weather teams among her friends, but it just wasn't working. It was draining the vitality out of her, and Roefire just wanted something that would satisfy her. 
So, one night she quietly explained to her parents that she would be leaving. She would strike out on her own, to find something she loved to do. Something that made her happy. They ranted and raved and demanded she stay, but eventually she got them to understand. Despite their fear and worry for their only daughter, they let her go without a fight. And so Roefire traveled this way and that, facing obstacles both big and small, and weathering through quite a bit more peril than she bargained for. 
It wasn't until a full six months later that her cutie mark finally appeared, and Roefire recognized her true calling. Seemingly without even realizing it, Roefire had become a "professional" adventurer, and began offering her services to ponies far and wide. Need to recover an artifact from a collapsed tomb? No problem! Need help breaking an ancient curse threatening your small, country town? Got ya covered! Need someone to run to the store and grab you some flu medicine? ....Well okay, just don't sneeze on her. 

Appearance: Boop!

Personality: Roguish and witty; clever, carefree, and just a little too flirty. Roefire carries an enthusiasm and excitement for life. She hungers for new and fresh experiences, and delights in meeting new ponies and going on grand adventures. Roe is determined to leave the confusion and guilt of her fickle childhood behind, and make up for lost time with as many happy memories as she can cram into the rest of her life.  

Attributes:
Passive- 

• Combat Agility
• Dual Wielding
• Faulty Armor

Active- 

• Aerial Slash
• Phantom Sword
• Burning Blade

Equipment:

• Dirk 1 (100 GP)
• Dirk 2 (100 GP)
• Chainmail Armor (150 GP) 

350 Total GP spent; 50 GP Remaining

HOO boy sorry I'm late

retail + Christmas holiday = 40 hour work week 

if you'll still have me I can send in the page I have for my character

I think it sounds really interesting :00

Would the main premise of the story be more about an investigation into the ruins in Everfree? Or more of a slice-of-life type setting?

Possibly both?

and how would this correlate into an event?

also it's fine to not be super detailed with the lore. I'm not as well versed in it either but 

the point of an rp is to just have fun and make it your own so  

I am broadly pagan and a regularly practicing witch! 

A pillow! Sleep well tonight!

@Capper

That's alright! 

Thats p reasonable
Everyone experiences it differently and thats just fine 

also this must really be the only thread of it on the forum if it's the first one to pop up 

peeks in to see if this is still open
 

Name: Roefire

Link to character: here!

Chosen Class: Support

@Biohazarddallas

He's a really cool character! I'll add him down to the list when I get the chance!

HOO BUDDY
how did you even find this thread im crying
I have two kintypes, both of which I identify as past lives
One is a Cervitaur ((Deer*-centaur-thingy))

the other is,,, im not rlly sure?
It's been three years now so I can better picture what I looked like in my head and I've since started saying that the closest thing i can compare it to is a dragon
I lived somewhere in space and I lived for a long, long time. This one is def the dominant one, and I'm p sure it was because my lifespan was ridiculously long.

Also I feel that conflict man
Although it doesn't really manifest as here and now feelings. It's when I start to remember how things used to feel, or how they should feel to me now, that I really start to get ????
But I think your kintype is really rad my dude

@Biohazarddallas

Of course! Do you have a link to his character page or a description of him I can verify?

@Techno Universal

Yeah, who doesn't love a little dramatic flare every now and then :b

@Techno Universal

Hoo boy, sorry for my tardiness! Got stuck at work :b 
My, he has quite a backstory! 
I'm perfectly fine with the one you suggested for this RP. I'll have to keep an eye on him since he's an Alicorn, but I will let you know if anything he does is too OP or not allowed, so don't worry! And welcome aboard!

Don't Turn Away

<<Don't Give Into the Pain>>

Don't Try to Hide

<<Though They're Screaming Your Name>>

Don't Close Your Eyes

<<God Knows What Lies Behind Them>>

Don't Turn Off the Light

<<Never Sleep, Never Die>>

Whisper by Evanescence

RP Forum: Coming Soon!
RP Playlist: Coming Soon!

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An Introduction

Hello and welcome to Where Life Goes, the long-overdue reboot to a roleplay I hosted quite a while ago, under a different name (Asyum: Shudder ('Stage One'))
A few days back, when I started debating a tentative return to the forums, I also decided that I liked the concept too much to just let it die, so here we are! 

As stated in the previous roleplay's introductory ramble, the storyline was born from my love of the arcane, as well as heavily influenced by the works of H.P Lovecraft and the popular podcast Welcome to Night Vale. This is a two part RP, with this one being followed by its sequel and finale: And What Follows It. In the spirit of the previous roleplays, there will not be a set player limit, I will allow continued submissions until everyone feel's we've gained enough ground. 

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The Setting

In an time of blissful peace and seemingly limitless prosperity, Equestria's beloved rulers call upon the best and brightest of the age to assist them in their time of need. The summons arrive on your doorstep with little fanfare, and quite a bit more mystery than you're strictly comfortable with. The letter is simple and to the point:
The Princesses require your help with a rather... dangerous mission, something they will not be able to handle themselves. Your summons are polite, and give you ample opportunity to reject said mission. But even so... what could be so terrible that the alicorns themselves could not tackle it? Surely that means you shouldn't go! If they can't do it, you certainly can't! Right?

Right?

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Your Character

The premise is pretty simple, though actually a little different from the original RP. (No more tossing people into scary places willie-nillie!)
Your character receives a royal summons to meet with the Princesses in Canterlot. Should you accept the summons, you and the rest of your compatriots will be debriefed on the contents and objective of the mission they wish for you to carry out. Afterwords, the real fun begins. What is this grand and important mission? Why can't the alicorns handle it themselves? Will I be gratuitously murdering red-shirt NPCs along the way? 

Only one way to find out. 

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The Rules

• No god-modding or power-playing.
• Respect your fellow participants
• Respect the DM.
• Follow all basic RP and General Rules for MLP Forums
• Limited Alicorn use, sorry fam :C

All in all, I don’t think I’m asking for much. So please, follow the rules.

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The Players

Roefire played by @BlackShardNixium

Techno Universal played by @Techno Universal

Elias Benmansour played by @Biohazarddallas

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She jerked as the rapier was torn from her body, immediately doubling over and dissolving into choked, hacking coughs. Warm, crimson blood dribbled from the corners of her mouth and whatever breath she could take was wheezing and desperate. She could hear her heart fluttering in her chest, pounding out a doubled, staccato rhythm that sent her body into overdrive. Adrenaline flowed through her veins, taking with it the pain and exhaustion, leaving only fear and the instinctual desperation for survival.
She'd like to think that, in times like these, she could be cool, calm, and collected.
But presently the only though running through her head was Please, Gods, not like this!
Silvia turned to face the brute, bleeding heavily and pitifully unprepared. She held the dagger tightly, equipped with the knowledge that there was a 99% chance she would be dead in the next three minutes. She crouched and waited for it to charge. 

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She flailed when the remaining pegasus threw her onto the cloud, scrambling to get back on her hooves.
The guy was coming at her, though she managed to throw herself to the side in time to avoid a fatal blow. The rapier did manage to leave a sizable scratch trailing down her flank. It stung, but she could work with it. 
She took to the air again, desperately firing off a second arrow at her opponent.  

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 She heard the movement behind her, could feel the shift in the atmosphere as they approached. It was as if their malice had taken physical form and started shouting at her from across the sky. 
Silvia tightened her grip on the dagger, debating whehter or not she should just turn around and confront them or play dumb for a few moments longer. She couldn't seem to decide if the chances of her winning would be better if she struck first. She didn't want to just turn around and throw the stupid dagger; she'd lose it. And she didn't really know how to use the bow and arrow.
She decided now was a good time to learn. 
She threw herself forward, pouring on the speed as she reached to snag the bow from off her back, snatching an arrow from the quiver as she went. Her grip was shakey as she notched it, but regardless, she took a deep breath and turned midair, zeroing in on the closest target and aiming as best she could before letting the arrow fly. 

She'd had to stop and rest every now and again, but she found that the longer she flew, the more the ache in her wing faded. Bit by bit, she was able to fly longer distances, haltingly making her way out of the city. 
She paused at every sound, flinched at every supposed garble.
The undead were anywhere and everywhere, and Silvia found herself in a constant state of paranoia and anxiety. She told herself it would take getting used to.
As apparently, according to the old bat, there was no getting out of this.
She kept her weapons on hand constantly, having taken to fiddling with the dagger in her hooves as she flew. Up ahead, she could see the countryside stretching on for what seemed like forever, and she allowed herself a tiny sigh of relief. Surely there would be less of the undead populating rural areas? 
One could only hope, and that's just what Silvia did. 

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Well, if that was to be the way of it then.
She continued to stare for a moment after he drifted off, seemingly lost in thought, before slowly moving over to the corpse of the fallen archer. Silvia grimaced as she set her hooves against its sticky, blood-matted flesh and pushed it over. The limp body offered no resistance as it flopped onto it side, making it signifigantly easier for her to guide the quiver over its shoulders. She nabbed its belt as well, securing it around her as she trotted around gathering up the few arrows the unfortunate mutant had shot before its untimely demise.
She made a slight noise of discontent as she swiped the dagger up off the ground, crusted with half-dry zombie blood. 
Gross.
Nevertheless, she tucked it back into the belt and ambled over to the edge of the roof. 
She could feel the dull throb resounding at the base of her wing, and when she moved to test it, it transformed into a sharp jab. It wasn't enough to keep her on the ground, but she could tell already she'd need to take more breaks than usual. 
"Sleep well, old-timer" She muttered as she gently pushed herself into the air, wincing as her wing protested. 
She adjusted in time, and cautiously began to fly towards city-limits. 

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Lovely. 
She took the proffered little dolls, examining them with grim curiousity. She admired that he'd seen fit to hand over something so precious, especially when he could have kept them for himself. The extra help was appreciated. 
"Sooo this is it then? Best of luck and all that, try not to die?" she asked. From the way he spoke as he'd explained everything, it didn't sound as if he planned on sticking around.  

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She let out a giggle that somehow managed to sound both disbelieving and hysterical. Panic was starting to claw its way up her throat, and her entire body felt heavy as lead.
 "So... if I die, I become one of them? And the only way to not die is to fight? For how long? Is there a cure?" She felt as if she was babbling at this point, tripping over her words in a haze of denial and fear, "Is anyone working on this? Am I just supposed to spend the rest of my life "absorbing essence" and dodging the Undead?"

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She paused, considering his words. 
Take essence...from the Undead? They were cursed?
"I...wha...How the hell did that happen??" she blurted out, looking from the old unicorn, to the corpse, and back again.
Her confusion and slight indignation gave her the strength to rise, and she gazed out across the rooftops of Canterlot, finally taking a moment to absorb the destruction, the true extent of what had happened.
"Is this... happening everywhere?" she breathed out.
 

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She blinked slowly, numbly watching the swift demise of yet another of the Undead. For a moment, she barely registered his question, remaining rooted to the spot as she stared at the third corpse.
"Silver Spectrum." she responded, finally managing to tear her gaze away from the maimed body, "b-but people just call me Silvia."

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Wild-eyed and breathless, Silvia stared unblinkly at the newcomer, trembling from head to hoof. She'd been that close to dying. That close. 
As the adrenaline faded, the reality of the situation was setting in hard.  
Slowly, she sank down on her haunches, thinking it better to just go ahead and sit down rather than pass out like a tiny filly. Her chest burned and her breath came in short, sharp gasps. But before the shock could carry her off, she managed to wheeze out a response to the old unicorn.
"T-thanks. I owe you one, Mr....?"