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Advanced, Very Literate

Welcome to Ellyian, the city of rainbows. The town is built around a fairytale castle, straight from the stories. Waterfalls frame the palace, and run through the city in the form of canals. Like every city, there are different sections. The high city is where nobles and rich merchants abide, the middle city is for commoners, the lower city belongs to thieves and rogues, and of course, the cesspit. The place for those so poor they can't afford even rags, unclean streets, abandoned homes inhabited by orphans and the truly morbid unlawful citizens.

Something is threatening to ravage this city, things are starting to go horribly, horribly wrong. The world is deviating from the natural balance. The balance is tipping-- in favor of good (trippy, no?). Things are too shiny, those impoverished few are happy, the thieves merry and not a concern to the population. The watcher's job is to conquer or create evil, depending on the need of the population. In this case, everything is rosy. And it isn't a good thing.

Outline

As a roleplayer here, you are allowed a variety of roles. Anything your heart can dream up. Gods, elves, nekos, a watcher, a noble, even the king!(Though no more than one please...) I don't really care unless you have one of those 1/13th angel, 2/24th leopard, 4/67th Rabbit 15/1078th frying pan kinda characters. I do request you keep yourself to a limit of 3 races in one person. Just for confusion's sake. And now, everyone's favorite part. Rules

[x] Gaia ToS (Obviously) That means PG-13
[x] Violence is encouraged, greatly. Our mission is to create evil, so rightly so.
[x] Ask a person before you kill their character.
[x] No god-modding (Shouldn't have to tell you this)
[x] No more splits in heritage than 3
[x] PM me the profile
[x] Romance is fine, great! But it must remain PG-13
[x] Advanced literate to Very literate (typos here and there are fine, but if you have a problem, please please, please use spell check)
[x] No asterisks or ~~ for actions. "" for talking. Please.
[x] Writers block happens. But I still require at least 5 sentences to a post. And that is stretching it. It shouldn't be that hard. Normal posts should include around 3 paragraphs of five or more sentences.
[x] Cursing is fine. It's part of character development I find. Swear you heart out.
[x] Activeness is a must. Unless I'm not. Which may happen..
[x] Rules are subject to change at any time

There is no set plot. Only that the world is great, and we want to make it evil. Of course, there should be people trying to preserve the peace, for contrast's sake. I feel that if we have talented Rpers, the plot develops and moves itself. So unless things move worse than sludge, I wont be putting up outlines of the plot here.

Character sheet

I can decline to let you join, or request you change your character a tad. Mostly I will refuse for skill in role playing (I'm not a hard a**, I just don't like it when there is only a short paragraph in every post you make) Sometimes I will request you change something, normally for power-level reasons...

PM me this (you can remove parenthesis) and I will get back to you as soon as possible



What I am looking for: To demonstrate the ability I am looking for (because the definition of literate has changed from my personal one in the last few years) I will ask that you are able to at least match my first post as an average. Scroll down. I'll put a note at the top of it too.

First post. Average length/skill needed to participate in this RP

Triandra emerged from the shadows, black separating from black. It was night, and she was on the hunt. She was a watcher, she knew her duty. If it was to create darkness she would break all the lamps in the world. For Good, she would bounce newborns on her knee. Not for any sense of loyalty, but rather it was small amusement.

Tria stalked the alleys in the cesspit, her residence. Soon she would reach the lower city, and there her night would begin, in no delightful way whatsoever. Smiling in a very dark manner, hard eyes glinting in the night, the girl came up to the wider alleys, the cobbled paths instead of dirt. She walked nonchalantly down the road, eyes wide, searching for her prey. Tonight she would keep it small, a carter's daughter and perhaps a minor seamstress. In a matter of months she would reach the nobility. Panic was always more enjoyable when the fear was built up over a longterm investment. A couple commoners would barely make the guard blink.

Tria smiled a toothy grin when she came upon the house of a cobbler. One who had a particularly loved son. Not yet 16. No one would expect him to be murdered. A good first.

The beggar girl went around the back. The small picket fence was almost too much for her. She noticed that the anticipation was clouding her professionalism, so she suppressed the urge to double up with cackles and instead put on a stone face. The latch opened soundlessly for her, though it had stubbornly produced a squeak every time it had been opened for five years. She slipped past the gate and up to the door in the back. Instead of some fantastical trick, or flipping in a ten foot high window, Tria tried the lock. It opened. Shaking her head in amused sympathy for the family, she went in.

Her bare feet, for she was too poor to buy shoes, passed without the tiniest whisper. Her hand found the boy's door in the pitch black house. She paused for a moment, just long enough to remove her dagger from it's thigh harness, and proceeded into the room.

It was lined by two beds, one held the boy, and the other his sister. She was younger. It was quite amusing to imagine her face when she woke up to a bed drenched in blood. Tria would have liked to dump her brother's body in her bed, but it would probably wake her. With a muffled sigh, Tria came up to the boy and placed the cold edge of her blade against his jugular.

Without mercy, she pressed it in and savored the smell of blood as it perfumed the heavy air. For a time she watched as the red substance leaked from the boy's body, before becoming bored. This time, she did make a fancy escape, slipping out the open window and immediately diving into the shadows where she melded into the blackness. One kill over. The game had started.