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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2023 2:01 pm
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You found the envelope in a pocket or on the dresser in the morning, a single black envelope with their name written on the front in red ink.
Inside the letter are simple instructions to come to a specific location after dark, alone for a bit of a trial. Specially a magic trial, and thus the instructions advised to also be prepared to do magic of some sort. Of course, everyone with an invite was already a magic user of some sort. Someone who might have already shown off that skill, or was actively pursuing it.
Following the instructions would lead the willing to a dark ruin with plenty of candles lighting the way inside. Through several broken rooms, lower into the ruins, and stops in a wide room that looks like there might be a little bit of an altar in stone. A group of cloaked figures stand there and one points to the side to indicate where you're supposed to stand. "Cast there." Straight forward, a different voice speaking to different candidates. Nothing else is spoken until judgement is passed after...
Those that fail, leave. The invitation burns, and the ruins cannot be found after. Those that pass by impressing one who can embrace... take part in the Transubstantiation of Seven. Those that survive join the ranks of Tremere.
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2023 2:33 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2023 2:43 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2023 6:18 pm
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Applicant Details:
Name: Icicle Dream...goes by Ice, usually. Magic Ability: Ice Magic Reason: Don't judge a book by its cover -- Ice might currently have the mantel of a nice misfit, but his heart is entirely devoted to magic and the occult. Ever since he was a young fae, Ice has had magic in his hands. He's learned to develop his magical abilities and skills, and it has become, in a way, his pride and obsession. He wishes he might have been blessed as another type of Fae, to have even stronger magic, or abilities -- as it stands, he has worked hard to develop his skills, and shows them off with pride.
Beyond his love for the arcane, Ice is a scholarly soul, and when he isn't working with ice and water, he's busy seeking out information. He scours the libraries for tomes, trying hard to find more information and more scrolls for his personal gain. He wants to be a mage par none, and he is well aware that there are secrets out there waiting to be unlocked.
Ice's current focus is ice magic, which is his natural ability -- however, I feel he'd do well in clan Tremere. He would absolutely devour the knowledge and power he gains from being accepted into the Clan. He has little trouble adhering to rank and understanding his place as a fledgling is inferior to those higher up -- however, he wold always keep his eyes on the prize, which would be to become a Tremre, par none.
While there would be some struggle with his life as a vampire, should be embraced -- especially with the reality they exist, and that his entire life would be upside down -- the power they offer, and the secrets they possess would thrill him. Changing from Ice Magic to Thaumaturgy or Blood Magic would shake up his world, but it would also give him a new hunger, along with the Beast within. Any surprise and struggle would be rewarded by the passion that there's even more out there than he ever knew. If vampires exist, what other mysteries are out there. Furthermore, what knowledge might he posses, what magic might he gain with this newfound power? Icicle Dream might have a sweet face, but there's a selfish need for power that the Tremere would absolutely feed. The thrill of the Masquerade, the secrecy of the Tremere would be right up his alley. He was always interested in magic and the secrets of the world -- and vampirism just opened up a chapter he never thought existed. Magic, the occult -- it all goes far deeper than Ice ever imagined. He used to scoff at the existence of vampires, but now... if they exist, what other legends and myths might be out there?
Ice's story would take on a darker leaning, but he would be an eager Fledgling, ready to learn, and do the will of his sire, and those above him. Whether he makes it, or pleases those above him, would remain to be seen.
RP Blurb: The letter had been a surprise, and Ice couldn't, for the life of him, figure out who had sent it. For some time he had pondered whether or not it was prudent for him to go -- trickery wasn't unusual, and while he was aware of some magical circles, he'd never been sent mail quite like this. However, curiosity won out -- Ice had always had a curious mind, and the fact that magic would be involved won him over. Some of the libraries would be well closed by the time he was meant to meet up, so it wasn't as if this outing would get in the way with his research.
So it was, the black and blue striped Misfit made sure to hold onto the letter for proof of invitation, and headed out to the designated location. He wasn't sure what to expect -- perhaps some sort of party or gathering of like-minded mages -- but to find a path of candles amid some sort of ruins, shocked and surprised Ice. For a few moments he simply looked around in wonder -- where was he? He didn't recall this area having ruins before...though, admittedly, he wasn't a Fae to go out much. Perhaps he....simply had never heard of them? Or never taken note?
Carefully, but with curiosity, the misfit would follow the path into the ruins, pausing now and then to look at the dilapidated walls and doorways. He was keeping an eye out for any ruins, or any sign of where he was -- but onward he traveled. He kept one hand before him, primed and ready to cast an ice shield....just in case. By the time he made it to the altar, he was thoroughly intrigued.
If this was a test, he was eager to try.
Perhaps he should have been concerned by the cloaked figures, however, as a mage he was well aware of various stylings. Even he had a few cloaks and robes at home, so there was little judgment. How many circles had he been in that had similar aesthetics? Dark robes, candles -- all that was missing was incense, a few goblets, crystals, and ruins. However, Ice was always eager an eager learner -- and it was clear they wanted to see his skill.
All he knew was ice magic, but Ice was proud of what he'd learned. Shutting his eyes, he let the invitation drop to the ground, as he grounded himself. He took a deep breath, and pulled on the magic, imagining it, feeling the power draw and build-up within him. Opening his eyes, which all but burned ice blue, the Fae shot a large, blast of ice shards out before him. The ice shards left a trail of ice on the floor of the ruins, which curled and crackled with magic, while the blast itself would explode in pale blue and white fury. The shrapnel of ice would fall about the blast zone, before disappearing.
"Anything else?" He'd ask, quietly, peeking curiously at the robed figures. Perhaps they were here to teach him some new mysteries, or perhaps they were local scholars. Maybe those beneath the hoods were some of his fellow faemages. Hopefully, he'd get something out of this... otherwise it would be a waste of his time and his energy.
Still, the candles were a nice touch... and if he had to be bothered to go out in the world, this little magical mystery wasn't the worst thing he could be doing. Only time would tell whether the experience was worth him coming at all.
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2023 9:13 pm
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Uta Applicant Details:Name: Icicle Dream...goes by Ice, usually. Magic Ability: Ice Magic Reason: Don't judge a book by its cover -- Ice might currently have the mantel of a nice misfit, but his heart is entirely devoted to magic and the occult. Ever since he was a young fae, Ice has had magic in his hands. He's learned to develop his magical abilities and skills, and it has become, in a way, his pride and obsession. He wishes he might have been blessed as another type of Fae, to have even stronger magic, or abilities -- as it stands, he has worked hard to develop his skills, and shows them off with pride. Beyond his love for the arcane, Ice is a scholarly soul, and when he isn't working with ice and water, he's busy seeking out information. He scours the libraries for tomes, trying hard to find more information and more scrolls for his personal gain. He wants to be a mage par none, and he is well aware that there are secrets out there waiting to be unlocked. Ice's current focus is ice magic, which is his natural ability -- however, I feel he'd do well in clan Tremere. He would absolutely devour the knowledge and power he gains from being accepted into the Clan. He has little trouble adhering to rank and understanding his place as a fledgling is inferior to those higher up -- however, he wold always keep his eyes on the prize, which would be to become a Tremre, par none. While there would be some struggle with his life as a vampire, should be embraced -- especially with the reality they exist, and that his entire life would be upside down -- the power they offer, and the secrets they possess would thrill him. Changing from Ice Magic to Thaumaturgy or Blood Magic would shake up his world, but it would also give him a new hunger, along with the Beast within. Any surprise and struggle would be rewarded by the passion that there's even more out there than he ever knew. If vampires exist, what other mysteries are out there. Furthermore, what knowledge might he posses, what magic might he gain with this newfound power? Icicle Dream might have a sweet face, but there's a selfish need for power that the Tremere would absolutely feed. The thrill of the Masquerade, the secrecy of the Tremere would be right up his alley. He was always interested in magic and the secrets of the world -- and vampirism just opened up a chapter he never thought existed. Magic, the occult -- it all goes far deeper than Ice ever imagined. He used to scoff at the existence of vampires, but now... if they exist, what other legends and myths might be out there? Ice's story would take on a darker leaning, but he would be an eager Fledgling, ready to learn, and do the will of his sire, and those above him. Whether he makes it, or pleases those above him, would remain to be seen. RP Blurb:The letter had been a surprise, and Ice couldn't, for the life of him, figure out who had sent it. For some time he had pondered whether or not it was prudent for him to go -- trickery wasn't unusual, and while he was aware of some magical circles, he'd never been sent mail quite like this. However, curiosity won out -- Ice had always had a curious mind, and the fact that magic would be involved won him over. Some of the libraries would be well closed by the time he was meant to meet up, so it wasn't as if this outing would get in the way with his research. So it was, the black and blue striped Misfit made sure to hold onto the letter for proof of invitation, and headed out to the designated location. He wasn't sure what to expect -- perhaps some sort of party or gathering of like-minded mages -- but to find a path of candles amid some sort of ruins, shocked and surprised Ice. For a few moments he simply looked around in wonder -- where was he? He didn't recall this area having ruins before...though, admittedly, he wasn't a Fae to go out much. Perhaps he....simply had never heard of them? Or never taken note? Carefully, but with curiosity, the misfit would follow the path into the ruins, pausing now and then to look at the dilapidated walls and doorways. He was keeping an eye out for any ruins, or any sign of where he was -- but onward he traveled. He kept one hand before him, primed and ready to cast an ice shield....just in case. By the time he made it to the altar, he was thoroughly intrigued. If this was a test, he was eager to try. Perhaps he should have been concerned by the cloaked figures, however, as a mage he was well aware of various stylings. Even he had a few cloaks and robes at home, so there was little judgment. How many circles had he been in that had similar aesthetics? Dark robes, candles -- all that was missing was incense, a few goblets, crystals, and ruins. However, Ice was always eager an eager learner -- and it was clear they wanted to see his skill. All he knew was ice magic, but Ice was proud of what he'd learned. Shutting his eyes, he let the invitation drop to the ground, as he grounded himself. He took a deep breath, and pulled on the magic, imagining it, feeling the power draw and build-up within him. Opening his eyes, which all but burned ice blue, the Fae shot a large, blast of ice shards out before him. The ice shards left a trail of ice on the floor of the ruins, which curled and crackled with magic, while the blast itself would explode in pale blue and white fury. The shrapnel of ice would fall about the blast zone, before disappearing. "Anything else?" He'd ask, quietly, peeking curiously at the robed figures. Perhaps they were here to teach him some new mysteries, or perhaps they were local scholars. Maybe those beneath the hoods were some of his fellow faemages. Hopefully, he'd get something out of this... otherwise it would be a waste of his time and his energy. Still, the candles were a nice touch... and if he had to be bothered to go out in the world, this little magical mystery wasn't the worst thing he could be doing. Only time would tell whether the experience was worth him coming at all.
Ice has been selected to be turned by Kilah! Welcome to Tremere!
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2023 9:03 pm
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Applicant Details:
Name: Azuren Magic Ability: Illusion Magic Reason: Azuren is an adept in illusions, able to create mimics of himself. He is cautious and calculating, but is always at war with his curiosity. RP Blurb:
The letter caught Azuren by surprise, and that alone was enough to convince him to follow the instructions he found inside. It was not often that something, or someone, was able to sneak past his attention, and the letter was proof that something or someone indeed had.
The journey was particularly boring, much to Azuren's chagrin. He had sent illusions of himself around every corner, ahead on every path to make sure the way was clear and free of dangers, but to be honest- he had hoped for a little danger. He found the ruins with relative ease, and after having another set of illusions comb the grounds, he decided it was safe enough to enter. The place was filthy, and Azuren knew he'd have to have an extra wash tomorrow to remove all the dust from his fur but his curiosity would continue to get the best of him as he continued deeper down still.
After several derelict rooms filled with rubble and things of little interest to the Baddie, Azuren bristled as candlelight sneaked through the opening ahead. He stepped through the doorway and as eyes began to adjust from the unnatural brightness of the candles, he noticed the figures. Cloaked and hooded, he could see no faces, yet, oddly- he felt no fear. There was no sound; he couldn't even tell if they were breathing. Were they breathing? Surely they must be. He continued slowly, cautiously as a high-pitched voice simply stated 'Cast there.'. The voice sounded neither male nor female, and was strangely melodic, almost entrancing.
Azuren stood where he was told and studied the figures. He was unable to read anything from them. No body language, visible fur. No other words were spoken. Curious. The Baddie stayed put for what felt like hours, and then decided it was his turn to speak.
'Consider my curiosity peaked.' His smile did little to hide his mischievous tone, and his eyes glinted in the candlelight. 'I do hope this will be enough to sate your curiosity, as well.' With that, Azuren disappeared, and a discerning eye would notice that he left no footprints from where he entered the room.
From outside of the ruins, Azuren smirked. He never had any intention of actually going into the ruins. He would never get that dust out of his fur, and so he let one of his illusions do the talking. But to whom did he speak? His curiosity positively burning him from the inside out, Azuren turned to return home. Perhaps, with time, he would learn.
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2023 8:56 pm
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Mondo Celest Applicant Details:Name: Azuren Magic Ability: Illusion Magic Reason: Azuren is an adept in illusions, able to create mimics of himself. He is cautious and calculating, but is always at war with his curiosity. RP Blurb: The letter caught Azuren by surprise, and that alone was enough to convince him to follow the instructions he found inside. It was not often that something, or someone, was able to sneak past his attention, and the letter was proof that something or someone indeed had.
The journey was particularly boring, much to Azuren's chagrin. He had sent illusions of himself around every corner, ahead on every path to make sure the way was clear and free of dangers, but to be honest- he had hoped for a little danger. He found the ruins with relative ease, and after having another set of illusions comb the grounds, he decided it was safe enough to enter. The place was filthy, and Azuren knew he'd have to have an extra wash tomorrow to remove all the dust from his fur but his curiosity would continue to get the best of him as he continued deeper down still.
After several derelict rooms filled with rubble and things of little interest to the Baddie, Azuren bristled as candlelight sneaked through the opening ahead. He stepped through the doorway and as eyes began to adjust from the unnatural brightness of the candles, he noticed the figures. Cloaked and hooded, he could see no faces, yet, oddly- he felt no fear. There was no sound; he couldn't even tell if they were breathing. Were they breathing? Surely they must be. He continued slowly, cautiously as a high-pitched voice simply stated 'Cast there.'. The voice sounded neither male nor female, and was strangely melodic, almost entrancing.
Azuren stood where he was told and studied the figures. He was unable to read anything from them. No body language, visible fur. No other words were spoken. Curious. The Baddie stayed put for what felt like hours, and then decided it was his turn to speak.
'Consider my curiosity peaked.' His smile did little to hide his mischievous tone, and his eyes glinted in the candlelight. 'I do hope this will be enough to sate your curiosity, as well.' With that, Azuren disappeared, and a discerning eye would notice that he left no footprints from where he entered the room.
From outside of the ruins, Azuren smirked. He never had any intention of actually going into the ruins. He would never get that dust out of his fur, and so he let one of his illusions do the talking. But to whom did he speak? His curiosity positively burning him from the inside out, Azuren turned to return home. Perhaps, with time, he would learn.
Azuren has been selected by Kilah to be turned! Welcome to Tremere!
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2023 8:57 pm
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