Posts by Mer~

Um, hello. I'm new to the site, and also role playing in general, but I'm looking to learn how to do it right. I write stories in my spare time, so my grammar is really good. And I love Fairy Tail more than anything in the world, and when I was browsing this board I saw your thread and thought it look like the most well put together one. You guys seem pretty cool, so I was hoping you might be okay with letting a newbie join you here?

Thanks! I'll go and start working on your form right now then! Would it be okay if asked you to hold one of the Seven Kin for me?

And I'm not as frightened by that statement as I should probably be...

Track :3

It's good to be here. Hey, Sanctuary (May I call you that?) I just wanted to tell you that I really liked River's form. She sounds like a neat character, and I can't wait to interact with her! :)

Rosie, I'm almost done with my forms, but could I RP as Aphrodite maybe too? If that's okay?

Well, I think River looks quite balanced! Nikota also looks very cool, but with a really sad past. I've never heard of Ananke before now. Just looked her up, she sounds like a neat goddess!

All done! :)

Thanks for the accept!

And, um, do pine cones often explode around here? *holds up cardboard shield nervously*

I feel like I should be building a storm shelter of some kind if these kinds of disasters are a regular occurrence.

*digs a hole*

*tosses shovel Skywalker's way* Won't dig itself then!

Um, so, we're done a whole lot of people if everyone just fell/was dragged/exploded into oblivion...

Evening all! Did anything interesting happen in my absence, besides that we'll be starting the RP tonight? (So very excited!)

Yeah, I saw! Fay really interested me and sounds super cool! Of course, I think Andrew sounds neat too! Everyone has awesome characters on here! I'm just glad I got to join you all! ^^

Thanks Rosie! *hugs*

I made you guys cookies! *holds up cookie platter*

*hugs Sanctuary* Why thank you!

Road salt is not a fun time for the ice and snow guy. :thumbup:

I'm sure you'll do great Sanctuary! Though I also could never handle that!

*surges in for group hug* Yay!

People everywhere! This is great!

Oh, I don't know! Reading over their forms, they all seem like really nice girls! And rereading the prophecy, naturally there are no hints. I'm sure you did that on purpose. xD

Well, personally, I'm inclined to agree with Skywalker. Seraphina is a Zeus kid with a mysterious past, which I think is both exciting and telling.

But maybe Xena too, since she seems to be a bit of a pariah, and people can do bad things when someone they love dies. :(

YES! RP Thread!

Also, I was reading through everyone's awesome forms, and I realized that we have a lot of nature-loving characters here! Which has led me to believe that Xander will be hated almost immediately, seeing as he has no regard for nature. xD

The cab pulled to a slow stop, the brakes making a slight screeching noise. The cab driver looked around in confusion. There was nothing around them for miles and miles but... trees. He craned his neck to regard the boy sitting in the back seat, an uncertain look on his face. "Is this the right place, kid?"
Clad in all-black like a character straight out of an action-adventure movie, the boy directed a piercing emerald gaze half-hidden behind raven-colored bangs at the cabbie. He reached into his pocket and the driver tensed. This was like something straight out of a horror movie. For all he knew, his death was imminent. But the boy pulled out a twenty, and held it out in offering. The driver hesitantly took it, his attention caught by the rings banding the boys' fingers. Family rings, class rings, wedding rings; the driver had know idea why you would ever want to wear so many rings. But clearly this boy did, and the driver had to wonder if the metal sparking off his hands in the dirty sunlight were indeed all his.
"This is the place," the boy replied calmly as the man took the twenty. He popped the passenger side door open and climbed out of the car, straightening his beloved leather jacket and dusting himself off. Xander Raziel inhaled deeply, glad to be out of the reeking, filthy contraption at last. He didn't bother to turn around as he heard the screech of wheels peeling out and heading off into the distance. "This is the place," he repeated to himself, glancing around to examine the forest.
If his information was correct, Half-Blood Hill, the entrance of the summer camp of the same name, was less than a mile up the road. He turned and started walking, his scuffed combat boots kicking across gravel.

Cordelia had been awake for some time herself, haven gotten up early to take a morning swim in Long Island Sound. Now, she hauled herself up over the railing of her cabin, straight out of the water and home sweet home already. She carefully wrung her hair dry, then changed into her orange camp t-shirt and a pair of jeans. She smiled to herself and inhaled the smell of salt air deeply as she went to exit her cabin.
By now, other campers would be awake, so she would fortunately have someone to talk to while she was at breakfast, rather than eating alone in the pre-morning silence.

The bright morning sun left a glaring streak of light reflecting off the pavement and directly into Xander’s eyes. He found himself wishing for his sunglasses, but sadly, that had been the one essential item he had forgotten in his hasty packing and retreat from L.A.. He shifted the strap of his worn, beat-up backpack more comfortably on his shoulder. Naturally, because he was too cool for Kool-Aid, he was a one strapper, leading to one shoulder always being slightly more tired than the other one. But no matter how tired he got, or how far he’d had to walk, Xander hadn’t once even considered abandoning the bag. This particular backpack and had been a great service to him for many years now, and in it was contained every worldly possession he had ever owned and cared to keep; a change of clothes (consisting of jeans, a pair of socks and a t-shirt from a 1984 Bon Jovi concert), one additional (and identical to the one he wore) leather jacket, an old cigar box filled to the brim with an assortment of rings in all types, shapes, and sizes, a small, leather-bound notebook with pages upon pages of quotes and sayings the owner had mildly enjoyed, and a faded, well-worn, well-loved copy of The Complete Tales and Poems of Edgar Allan Poe.
And that was all Xander had to his name. Minus, of course, his beloved, but gone, sunglasses. He raised a hand and shaded his eyes against the glare, briefly wondering how long he’d been walking. Of course, he had abandoned his cell phone at a gas station in Nevada in order to avoid drawing unnecessary monsters to him, and to insure his mother could not be tracking him via GPS. Once he got to Camp Half-Blood, he would need to make sure they all thought he was some random, starry-eyed demigod. The only downside had been his sword, but he had solved that with a basic solution: he’d left it safely in the Underworld, and would conveniently “find” it once he settled into camp and “learned who his godly parent was”. Trekking across the country unarmed save an obsidian dagger had not been fun, but it was worth it. He couldn’t very well expect them to believe he had no idea about gods and monsters if he was carrying stygian iron.
As Xander’s eyes adjusted to the too-bright glare, his eyes registered a figure standing on a hill several yards ahead of him. It was much too far for him to make out anything about the silhouetted person, but he felt he had probable cause to assume they were a demigod, and that was Half-Blood Hill. Summoning up the story he’d fabricated on the way over, he was about to make a beeline for it when he heard something in the woods beside him. Naturally, he assumed it was a monster. Which would be really good for his case if he got chased up to Half-Blood Hill in a “terrified stupor”. Still too far to see whether or not the figure could see him, he turned to head into the woods, but paused suddenly. He sensed the dark energy he’d been accustomed to when using his powers. The powers of Hades. Was his father around somewhere? To see him, perhaps?
Thinking he might think on it momentarily, or perhaps that a monster from Hades realm was the source of the power, he continued his trek into the woods, walking blindly through tree branches and bushes. He tripped on a root, swore, caught his balance, and then registered what-looked to be a limping girl several feet in front of him. He could tell she was injured.
Xander hurried his pace along (she was moving so fast!) in order to catch up with her. If she was an injured demigod going to Half-Blood Hill… well that was even better than a monster! “Hey, let me help you!” He called as he approached her, the first thing that came to his mind. He held his hands up, to show he was unarmed, trying not to startled her. “Have you been attacked too? By the creatures?” he asked her, speaking hastily. “There’s supposed to be a place just up ahead that can help us. Are your wounds severe?” he asked, resisting the urge to cringe. Offering his help to this random girl in the woods felt really weird to him. But she did look like she was about to drop, and maybe helping her wouldn’t be such a bad thing. After all, it would be beneficial for him too. Get some good karma in the bank and whatnot.

Cordelia nibbled some more on her food, then waved, smiling as she saw more of her friends and fellow campers enter the pavilion. She pushed a brown strand of her from her face, and gave another wave to Aria as the other girl got up to walk around. She also spotted Andrew too, and flashed him a good morning smile.