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by Barum alliance » Wed Mar 08, 2023 4:19 pm
by Luminesa » Wed Mar 08, 2023 5:11 pm
by Nantoraka » Sat Mar 11, 2023 11:21 pm
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by Finsternia » Fri Mar 24, 2023 9:29 am
Random stuff here. Random stuff there. Bla bla bla. Whatever I don't care.
Soon, the penguins shall rule the Earth with a cold flipper
by Zei-Aeiytenia » Mon Mar 27, 2023 1:10 pm
Mindhart wrote:Excuse me, I was wondering If it's possible to play an Inactive character?
by Luminesa » Mon Mar 27, 2023 1:10 pm
Mindhart wrote:Excuse me, I was wondering If it's possible to play an Inactive character?
by Luminesa » Mon Mar 27, 2023 1:11 pm
Finsternia wrote:A CHALLENGER APPROACHES!Teacher Application
Name: Aleator, The Spieler
Titles and Epithets: The Gambler of Destinies, The Just One, The Bodhisattva of Fog and Thorn, The Heir of the Stars
Pantheon: Honorary Member of the Tuatha De Danann
Gender: Male
Domain: Fate and Time, Gambling and Games, Justice and Law
Parents: ??????
Line of Inheritance: The Compassionate One, The Eternal One, and The Merciful One
Age: ??????
Appearance:
Here and here.
Powers:
"Fortune favors the bold. How about one more try?"
Fate and Time are inseparable. The great ocean of Time, that spans outward into infinity and nothing at the same time, ripples with the equally infinite waves of Fate upon its surface. Each tick and tock of the clock dictates the movement of action, and with each action done passes the movement of time. Time is like a book, its pages holding the ink of Fate. With pen in hand, the Spieler writes destinies and histories.
The Spieler stands at each splitting road of infinite choices, guiding those who wish to make their own decisions. He holds the great script of Time, upon which the ink of Fate is written over its infinite expanse. The Lord of Chance is the master of Fate, and champions each possibility and every choice. He stands guard at the great river of Time, protecting the past, the present, and the future, as well as the infinite streams of parallel movement and action. In his hands are the hands of Time, ticking ever onward.
Every mortal has something to give, and life is a gamble to be done. The span of one's destiny is to gamble away for greater opportunities, and every mortal and god have their own decks at their disposal. Even at their lowest, as long as one has bravery to bet everything for a chance for victory, the Spieler watches as the coin is tossed into the air.
The Spieler maintains the fabric of Fate and Time, watching over the progress of humanity towards enlightenment, protecting them and ensuring that mortalkind survives even until the very last embers. If such survival is threatened, the clock stops and the pen's ink dries. If history must be rewritten, if destiny must be reversed, the Spieler shall move the hands of Time and pull at the strings of Fate.
But for now he is content to play cards, to toss dice, to spin wheels, and to throw darts. Joy and happiness runs across the thread, for what fleeting Time that humanity has on Earth is simply the chase for happiness and fulfillment. Thus the Spieler offers a deck of cards, to throw your dice and your lot, for a better tomorrow.
Background:
Once upon a time, there was a little boy who looked at the stars in the night sky. He wonders what they are, why they are in the sky, and how they came to be. They form shapes, of heroes and beasts, of gods and things, of stories written in the firmament. Every night the boy points at constellations and names them, spinning stories at the shapes that the dotted stars in the sky make. The twinkling lights smile down at him, guiding him with their light as they form paths and lines for him to follow.
The boy followed the lines, the paved road of stars, and wrote his name with starlight in the night sky. Fortune descended upon him, blessing him with luck at every turn. Success fills his mundane mortal life as red marks turn to stars and smiles. Gold returns to his dwindling home, as the house's pillars erect themselves once more and the lights flare with brilliance. The boy was blessed, and he shared his blessings with his loved ones.
But alas, the Council of Sages saw this rain of blessings. Faceless wise men and women faced the boy in a conclave, carrying the sentence for his unlawful use of the gifts of the Heavens. They say that his shared starlight has affected many fates; many have been blessed by good fortune, but the boy never knew that each good fortune gave way to misfortune for another. Voices, men and women, young and old, call out for judgment. The young boy is to be imprisoned for a thousand years, to repay for the karma he has brought upon many.
One voice triumphs over the rest: the Compassionate One silences the others. He spoke with great fervor, that the young boy only acted out of his own kindness. To return good with evil is not the way of the just, and each bad fate could be restored. Before the fiery passion of the Compassionate One the others receded their own voices, and pardoned the boy for his crime of ignorance. From thereon the boy followed the Compassionate One, to listen to his teachings, and to bask in his wisdom.
But alas, the Compassionate One is not all-knowing. His was the path of a Saint, the journey towards holiness. This was not the path of the young boy, and the wise choice is to reach out to those who do. Beyond the great wall of fog and thorn, where the sun is eternally in the east and the moon is eternally in the west, there await two figures crowned in stars.
A great king, crowned in stars and clothed in the tears of the moon, invited the young boy into his kingdom. The Eternal One, timeless and unending, taught him the histories, the flow of water and sand, the revolutions of the heavenly bodies, and the mysteries of the beginning and end. He taught the young boy how to walk upon the shores of stars, to step into the rivers of light, and to change its flow. The Eternal One taught the young boy of Time, and for an eternity and an eon they watched the stars move across the horizon.
A great dragon, whose scales glimmer with countless stars, invited the young boy into her endless sea. The Merciful One, whose tears become the pearls underneath her sea, taught him second chances, the importance of choice, and the changing nature of the world. She taught the young boy how to swim through the boundless waters of destiny, to shift through the countless pearls of chances, and to know how to weigh the hearts of gods and men. The Merciful One taught the young boy of Fate, and for an eternity and an eon they shared laughter and sorrows beneath the starry sea.
But alas, the time to return to the Compassionate One has come. Beneath a sorrowful moon, the two star-clad dignitaries said their goodbyes. They each gave the boy their parting gifts to remember them and bless his journey. The Merciful One shed a tear, an opalescent and shining pearl that dazzles with the colors of the rainbow. The Eternal One parted with a piece of the moon, shaped into a stylus to record the passing moments. With tears in his eyes, the young boy turned back towards the wall of fog and thorn and stepped away from the land of fairytales.
Time passes quickly in the world of men. The young boy aged into a young man, and the stars in his eyes have turned into a knowing gaze. His glory is marked by the sound of roulettes, the clacking of dice, the shuffling of cards, the ticking of the clock, and the weighing of scales. He learned how to weigh the fates of gods and men, to judge with Fate's decree. He learned how to pass through moments, and see beyond the forward march of Time. In the years to come he heard a familiar call, and saw the familiar wall of fog and thorn. Beyond the path of bramble and shade awaits something for him.
A crown of stars upon a stage.
Main Classes: Diplomacy, Co-Teaching PE with Hyperion during physical games
Humanities: Co-Teaching Stargazing with Astraeus, Game Club
by Tuboo Shippers » Tue Mar 28, 2023 6:24 am
by Luminesa » Tue Mar 28, 2023 9:06 am
Tuboo Shippers wrote:OHMYGODI'MBACK! so, so sorry! I have some stuff going on in my life, and I'm leaving nation states. Having read ooc, I hereby leave my character, Vix, in the custody of mindhart.
In other words, thanks for letting me in the rp- please allow mindhart to use Vix. Have fun!
by Mindhart » Tue Mar 28, 2023 9:52 am
by Luminesa » Tue Apr 18, 2023 1:22 pm
Mindhart wrote:Read it over twice, Posted! She's showing up late today!
by Nantoraka » Tue May 02, 2023 12:09 pm
Mindhart wrote:Wait, is it modern-day? or ancient greece?
by Mindhart » Sat May 06, 2023 10:39 am
by Luminesa » Sat May 06, 2023 2:37 pm
by 5pb » Mon May 15, 2023 5:52 pm
by Nantoraka » Tue May 16, 2023 6:05 pm
5pb wrote:Why is it whenever I decide to re-login to this site and revive my account this RP is back? I would make an app but as of now I probably won't, however I may in the future.
If I do make an app I might bring back a angsty black haired fox that a certain someone might remember.
by Luminesa » Wed May 17, 2023 6:28 pm
5pb wrote:Why is it whenever I decide to re-login to this site and revive my account this RP is back? I would make an app but as of now I probably won't, however I may in the future.
If I do make an app I might bring back a angsty black haired fox that a certain someone might remember.
by Ardchu » Wed May 17, 2023 7:14 pm
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