This is a Roleplay between Avenoir Acres and Daisy Oaks. Please do not post unless you are one of us.

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Thank you for your understanding and cooperation.

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Masterlist of Characters

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Daisy's:

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Avenoir's

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The Orrin Empire

{Realm of Magic}

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☆Maps☆

Made using the Azgaar's Fantasy Map Maker

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☆Ravensport☆

~The City Across the Island~

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A large port with several buildings packed next to eachother. It's the main entryway into the Empire and therefore is very busy. Some parts are cleaner than others.

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Notable areas:

The Slums: an area to avoid. Beggars and thieves and everything in between.

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Ravenloft: A tavern where many travelers pass through. Most welcome looking.

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The Port: Where the ships come in. Several docks and ships. Smells of ocean and therefore fish.

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Archeron: The area nobles stay in while visiting. A ring of very nice buildings, the only area that isn't crammed and is spotless.

☆Magic☆

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◇ Everyone is born with a certain gift. Very rarely, a person is given two gifts. What the person can do with the gift varies.

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◇ Magic is very draining. Even the most powerful witch/wizard cannot keep it for forever. Smaller magics require less energy. Some can draw energy from plants or alive things (sacrificial, illegal in Orrin)

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◇ Magic is normally Earth based for the untrained witch. Those who are trained can use spellbooks to help them along and do as they wish. Spells in books normally require more concentration. Anyone can learn spells from the books.

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◇ Summoning (illegal) calls upon a dark creature to be your aide for a price.

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◇ Teleportation is one of the harder things to do and often needed to be done on short Bursts to go short distances at a time.

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◇ Psychic abilities range from mood to mind reading. Some are able to rummage and find what they need in your mind. Others can only tell your mood or read your history. And only through contact on the latter. Mind readers are the most common to go insane of all Magic users.

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-Character Post One-

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Nobles

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Devika Aster Sylvius

Age

23

Gender

Female

Sexuality

Heterosexual (?)

Role

Lady (Daughter of Duke Sylvius)

Relationships

Engaged to Ameer

Friendships

Hmm, her handmaiden Rose is nice.

Gift(s)

Light (she can manipulate it, comes with Healing)

Other

She smells of roses and lilies.

She doesn't mind Ameer, but he does get on her nerves.... a lot.

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Name

Ameer Rostam Lysander

Age

24

Gender

Male

Sexuality

Heterosexual

Role

2nd Born to Marquess Lysander

Relationships

Engaged to Devika

Friendships

Elizabeth, his sister's maid. It's more of she brings him information

Gift(s)

Psychic (Mood reading, Mind reading through touch alone)

Other

He smells like vanilla.

He rather enjoys riding late at night and pretending he's not who he seems

-Character Post Two-

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Common

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Name

Weylin Daniel Pennyraven

Age

24

Gender

Male

Sexuality

He's not even a people person.

Role

He's a shepherd.

Relationships

He has a cat named Bean

Uh, this guy named Joe buys his wool every season.

Friendships

He has a cat named Bean.

Gift(s)

Earth, but he can brew potions just as well

Other

He has an orange cat named Bean and he smells like rain. Lives in the Telltale Forest alone with Bean and a small herd of sheep.

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Name

Zelania Amara Tempis

Age

19

Gender

Female

Sexuality

Too busy for that!

Role

Black sheep in a family known for their magic

Relationships

She has family and Customers. No in between.

Friendships

Ahh, curiosity?

Gift(s)

None, she's taken up brewing potions.

Other

She's a loner for sure. She smells like campfire smoke and something sweet.

Extras

Name: Camille Lavigne

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Role: princess, carrier of 3+ powers unbeknownst to her

Relationships: single, unless you count the annoyance of an arranged marriage predicament she's currently in.

Friendships: Jacques (brother); Edward (cousin); Celeste (friend)

Gift(s): unknown (for now)

Other: oddly, smells the way pavement smells after rain. mixed with sandalwood, or something of the sort. something exotic.

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The woman’s slender frame twitched, first a leg and then the clenching of a fist signaling her rapid return to consciousness. Her fingers closed around several morsels of sand, and as her motor function returned to functioning at full capacity, the fleeting granules were replaced by a generous fistful. Her eyelids were burning from the outside, her cheeks hot to the touch. When she opened them, the sun scorched her retinas, and she quickly shut them again.

Her hand lifted to cover her closed eyes, and as her brain became less foggy, she was able to hear the sound of the tide nearby. A whirring sound registered in her mind, but seemed to dissipate just as fast. Peeking out from beneath two of the fingers that were covering her eyes, Camille very slowly began to look around from her position lying down. She wasn’t sure where she was, or if she was safe, so she didn’t want to make any sudden movements.

A few seconds passed. She heard heavy breathing beside her, and when she ever so cautiously turned her head to that side, she was hit with the strong scent of the perfumed oil Jacques owned. She lowered her hand and opened her eyes fully this time, her head to the side instead of staring directly at the sun. She saw her brother’s body, appearing to be sleeping peacefully. No marks of any kind littered his body–he looked completely normal, as if he was sleeping. She kneeled beside him and jostled him awake. “Jacques, wake up,” she whispered. “Wake up.”

He groaned, mirroring her without realizing by rapidly shutting his eyes after opening them and throwing his arm to his face. “I only respond to ‘my leige,’” he mumbled, half-coherently. “Where are we? This isn’t exactly the heaven I imagined.” He felt the sand under him and scowled. “There’s definitely no sand in heaven. This must be hell.”

“Jacques,” she whispered harshly, “can’t you be serious for one moment? I can’t remember anything and we’re in some strange land without so much as a scratch and I’m faint with panic.”

“Then don’t be.” His face was immediately met with a sharp slap. “I’sup’ose I deserved that.”

“I suppose you did.” She offered him a hand. “Now, help me find out where we are.”

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Somewhere in the deepest folds of reality, Edward sat in a cell, withering away as the very thing that sustained him imprisoned him. Some gained the favor of time, others did not. Since the beginning, Edward had been the only one with the natural capability of possessing it. But, after a few centuries, his lust for control grew and nothing could satiate him. The people in the magic realms grew to fear his power, knowing that they couldn’t banish him and they couldn’t contain him. After years of suffering, the people turned to the eldest band of banished witches to help, and they turned his own power against him, trapping him in a cell that could outlast all time. This was not without cost, though: almost all of the witches expired their powers and their lives, forsaking immortality to perform elder-realm magic. Only one survived, the youngest and least powerful. And though she tricked Edward, she had also been tricked by the people after being told completion of this task would result in her freedom and the end to all banishments. For time outlasting the concept of time, the pair of sworn enemies were stuck together in opposing cells, left to wither as eternity continued on.

That is, until one day, when they were both sent back out to counteract and protect a much stronger power: that which was stronger than the two of them combined.

“You need to create an alternate dimension where they know and trust you,” the weeping voice begged. “So that when you come back, they will trust every word you say.”

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“Edward?” Camille jumped to her feet, sprinting over to where the man stood. “How long have you been here? What happened to us?”

“Easy,” a woman emerged from the water, “We have a lot to tell you. It’s best we find a safer place, then we will tell you everything.”

Devika awoke with a start, gasping for breath as the maid jogged over to check on her. "My Lady, are you alright? Is everything okay?" The maid repeated until there was a nod from the pale headed woman. She had just had the strangest dream. Devika looked around and brought her blankets to her chest. It took no more than a few moments to calm her down as she looked out through her window at the night sky that was now bleeding with lighter colors. Dawn would be upon them soon. She sighed, patting the maid's shoulder.

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"Tea, please. I don't think I'm going to be able to go back to sleep," Devika told the other female before she tossed the covers off of her and scooted to the edge of the bed, placing her delicate feet on the carpeted floor. Ameer would be here soon. While Devika was engaged to the man, she had no real interest in him. He was third in line to the throne though and her father was convinced the ground he walked on was holy. The thought made her want to gag. Her maid, Annika, scurried off and left her to her own devices. Devika stood and walked over to the mannequin that held her day to day wear. Today's dress was on the simpler side and baby blue to match her eyes. She would pair it with pearls and ribbon. Sapphire would be far too flashy.

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The blonde sighed, her thoughts returning to her dream. Something had been missing and had now been replaced. If she said anything though, they would simply go back to calling her mad. And she had just gotten over the last spew of rumors of her madness. Ameer was to thank for it.

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Zelania had been up since the dawn previous working on this new potion. Her goggles were zoomed in and looking at the crushed mint as she pushed and pushed on it. The room she was in had a sort of two floors. Zelania had the tower in the family's mansion. Once a prison, now her refuge. Her bedroom was atop her workshop where candles lined every surface available. Some were lit, some were no more than little bits of melted wax. It was a chore Zelania was constantly ignoring. Always more focused on her work than her chores. Currently she was working on a potion for her neighbor. Her husband had been rather grouchy lately and well, she was looking for something to make him tired. Very tired. But not dead.

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And the truth about it was, the liquid in her vial smelled Gods awful so she was looking for ways to freshen it up. Perhaps going with a tea bag would have been better, but the contents in the bag could lead to possible death and Zelania did not need to be arrested for murder. She was already the disappointment.

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So she tossed in lemon, sugar (loads), and then some mint. Tossing it all into a pot until it became thick before she poured the mixture onto a cooling tray. Candies. Then she'd have extras to sell. A minor sedative. She pulled the goggles away from her face and grinned broadly at her handiwork. "Ah, yes. Thank you, Zelania. You're the best, Zelania." She told herself, looking in the mirror as she wiped hands on her very dirty trousers. Looking at the sky she almost let out a yelp. She would have enough time for a nap. Right?

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Weylin was up before the sun. He saddled up his shire mare and made his way to town. It was two hours by horse and nearly triple walking. Otherwise he would have left his mare for grazing. Beans, the beloved orange tabby, sat up in one of the saddlebags. It was his first trip to town and the curiosity was looking around like he didn't live in the wood as they rode through more trees. Nevertheless, by the time his ride had finished his legs felt bruised on the inners. The pale haired man grumbled as he dismounted , taking his mare to the nearest boarder and tossing a few coins. A few hours. He needed new seeds and a few other supplies while he was in town. Then it was back to home for him. He hated the city.

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Beans, however, loved it. He had taken to perching on Weylin's shoulder as if it would give him a better chance at smelling everything. Weylin figured it was because he didn't want his paws dirty. The city was dirty, in Weylin's opinion. And well, it had just rained so there were puddles galore. "I'm hungry, Beans. How bout some... soup. Soup sound nice?" He asked, reaching to scratch the underside of the cat's chin to coax out a purr.

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"Soup it is then."

“So, you inhabited someone else’s body? Two other people’s bodies?”

“You chose well,” Jacques didn’t hesitate to decorate his flirtatious comment with a smirk. His eyes lazily drifted up and down Celeste’s perfect frame. “I’m tickled that you chose from the more dashing side of the family, almost as dashing as me if I do say so myself.”

“Jacques,” Cami’s tone begged her brother to be more serious. He didn’t oblige.

“Sorry, oh, heavens, I am so sorry,” he countered, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Almost as dashing as us.” When she elbowed his arm, he raised his hands defensively. “I’m just saying it would have been a bore if-”

“Moving on, I have more questions.”

“Oh, darling, as do I.”

“Jacques.”

“Camille.”

Edward glanced to Celeste, who glanced back at him. He took half a step forward to address the pair of siblings, causing them both to look up from their bickering. “The answer to that is yes. And no, in other aspects. We only stole their bodies in the lifetime you remember. There are many others, duplicates, with duplicate versions of the pair of you, and duplicate versions of the pair of them. We needed you specifically. Genetically, you are the pair that needed safe keeping. You were destined for much more than the world and the life you remember.”

“Genetically?” Jacques hesitated to ask the question. It seemed like one of those odd words the man sometimes used before saying ‘nevermind that’ and completely changing the topic. The stranger thing was that, Celeste, though by far the least educated of the four of them, always seemed to comprehend what he was talking about. Rumors circulated for years that Edward was seeing her in a way far removed from step-siblings, and Jacques had always excepted that either the rumors were true and Edward was filling the bedroom with talks of these mad concepts, or she had mastered the art of pretending to understand the royalty she served. A lot of things that didn’t make sense were beginning to look a lot clearer. This ‘genetically’ the man was rambling on about was not one of them in the slightest.

“Nevermind that,” he replied, “the point is that there were a lot of people who wanted you dead in your world, and there are a lot more who want you dead here. We must put you somewhere safer for the time being, in a duplicate world where you’re safer. That is, until we can figure out what exactly is so important about you, and who did it. It could take a long while longer for us to understand the things we need to to ensure your safety, and things in your world–unspeakable things–were destined to occur before that could happen. So, as soon as our strength returns, we’ll get someone to wipe your memories of this world and send you to another one. In due time, we’ll return to you and put you back where you’re meant to be. The state of the world depends on you returning safely to your timeline, so you have our word nothing will happen.”

“Wipe our memory?” Camille asked, amber eyes intelligently taking in as much of what he was saying as she could.

“The hell you will,” Jacques replied defiantly.

“Yes, duplicates aren’t allowed in this realm, and especially not to have any memory of it. It keeps things functioning in ways you cannot understand. But, that’s no matter. It will be wise for us to find a place to stay for the evening that’s secluded and safe for all parties involved.”

“I love a good party.”

“That’s not what that means,” Celeste replied to the blond, still carrying his boyish, princely stature, even as he sat against the trunk of a tree on the shoreline of the mainland.

“Oh, what have you,” he shot back, “Even if I have to live in a thousand lifetimes, I’ll still be damned if I don’t enjoy them all. I’m a prestiged member of society, I deserve to enjoy festivities like one.”

“We’re not prestiged here, are we?” Cami glanced between Celeste and Edward, who were looking at each other.

“Not exactly, but you’re both highly sought after. In fact, it’s why there are magic bans against traveling to worldly dimensions, though groups with stronger power break them anyway and end up imprisoned. People have been looking for the two of you since the beginning of time, and they’ll destroy anything in their path. It’s been cataclysmic in ways you can’t begin to understand.”

“Yes,” Celeste added, “it’s best for the pair of you to keep a low profile. Let us do the talking.” She looked straight at Jacques when she said this. “If you keep a facade and blend in, we will be the only ones to know who you are.”

“Well…”“They don’t need to know about that. Not yet.”

“What?” Cami asked, glancing at Jacques.

“We do now that Edward ran his mouth and mentioned it. What is it?” Jacques stared holes through Edward, knowing he’d break more easily. He had the more leisurely life in their world, he hadn’t acquired the grit the woman had.

“There’s a story–and it’s likely nothing more–that you’re each linked to a guardian. We think it’s us, but, there’s fallacies–things that don’t make sense. If it’s a fairytale, there’s nothing to worry about. If it’s not, and that’s a big ‘if,’ there’s bound to be two people out there looking for you. Not to do you harm, they’ve been compelled to protect you. And if you’re in this realm, they physically won’t be able to stop until they find you. It’s magic bigger than them, they’ll be reading your thoughts and feeling what you feel, unable to resist the compulsion placed on them to surround and protect you, like a magnet. We’re not sure at what cost.”

“That’s all merry,” Jacques replied, “but what’s a magnet?”