[Supernatural] Welcome to the Kingdom of Vallara! ;D *again hehe*

Enjoy your stay in this beautiful southern city, the bright blue freshwater oceans beaming off the coast with the fish market just close by and the city in full greenery hustling and bustling of excitement. The quaint city of Edeas rests just below the capitol of Chetrem where the King and Queen make order or chaos.


RULES:

[Keep in mind this is timeline is Medieval]

No text talk please

Combat is Allowed! But please make it fair, if someone is powerful show them to be powerful but plan your attacks instead of poofing into thin air and burning villages. If you wish to kill another player off get their consent please. Damaging characters is important to, if someone says they have a weakness the opponent shouldnt know unless during a fight.

Classic Supernaturals allowed (Vampires, Werewolves, Demons, Witches, Warlocks, etc.)
Any other species such as Dragons, Hybrids, etc will need to be verified by me in the PMs or any new creature you'd like to introduce.

No early smut (An example would be to join this thread and immediately go into smut giving or receiving.)

((Keep in mind this is a Longterm Roleplay, so its not a "one and done" Hopefully this stays alive for quite a bit just like the last one :>. I dont fear your opinions so please give me tips on how to improve or correct!))

Double Parentheses for Ooc ))((
Apostrophes for Roleplay Speech " "

Please add a description for your character either a picture or explain what he/she looks like in a good amount of detail.

Drama in the RP is encouraged!! I love exciting interactions with every character!

Ask to join others engaged in a rp scenario, please dont bring it upon yourself to suddenly show up, or if a fight breaks out you cant automatically know it try to stumble upon it or get wrapped up into it.

[For Citygoers]
Name
Age
Occupation

[For Royalty]
Name
Age
Rank (Royalty is allowed! Just let me know if you want to create a Royal) (Example your Rank is like Guard, Personal Guard, Maid, Servant, Advisor, etc.)

Please add a description for your character either a picture or explain what he/she/it looks like in a good amount of detail or both works if your super cool and detailed :> I appreciate that effort lol.

~~If you have any questions for this thread please DM me :> Hopefully I can relieve you of any confusion you might have.~~

Name: Vysera Stark

Age: 21

Species: Human Half Witch

Rank/Occupation: Elite Hunter | King's Mercenary

Appearance: cdna.artstation.com/p/ass...1201-1copy.jpg?1449308637

Personality: Vysera is a very strict person, often criticizing the bad behavior and habits of the other people, causing most of them to apologize, fearing that they might invoke her wrath. She is also very impatient, disliking people who don't answer her or the King's questions quickly enough. Vysera can also be ruthless and cruel in battle, Relentless in her imperious pursuit of strength and sometimes she maintains a calm and collected demeanor and is willing to take over a fight if necessary. Vysera is also arrogant and egomaniacal, and as such, relishes in dominance and gloating. She is strict with her subordinates and displays shameless pleasure in the misery she has caused others.

Name Alvar Dragonborn
Age 196
Species Demon
Rank Duke of Ravenrock

Description
6.1 f tall, red hair , black eyes.

He wears a steel armor,which is enchanted with powerfull blood magic;a sign of this are the crimson marks on it,the most peculiar of this marks is a seven point star that has a lightning bolt on it. Under the armor he wears a thick dark blue tunic,on it there is the symbol of Mephistopheles,one of the most powerfull demons of Hell, it is cocealed to the eyes of non-expert demonologists by a powerfull dark spell.
The most noticeable features is the large silver medallion with the crow the haraldic animal of the Dragonborn family:it easy to notice due to the contrast between the obsidian crow and the silver. The medallion is capable to identify many magical creatures.

Alvar can appear as cold and cynical at a first look but is a very talkative person if someone catch his interest. He is young for a deamon and for this reason he kept himself from meddling too much in Hell's politics though he remains a loyal subject of Mephistopheles.

Vysera walked down the streets of Edeas moving past the crowds of people with the two kings guards following close beside her, they reached the neighbouring houses and they stopped infront of one particular bashing the door open. The guards stepped inside rushing through the home searching for any civilians inside. Sera stepped into the home and looked around the place until the sounds of shouting and cries upstairs as a man was being dragged down she smiled a bit and placed her hands on both hips "Well good morning, we are here again is your payment due today?" She asked sarcastically and the man looked up at her "I-I dont have it today, perhaps the king can be forgiving and wait a bit..-" Vysera cut him off "The King has waited and he has grown impatient, it is now time to pay up after these lack of months. Choose not to once more and it shall double~" The man eyes widened "But but! I'm still working! I'm almost there pleas give me more time!" She slammed her hand down on the table silencing the man "I do not like doing a tax collector's errand, I would be out by now killing.. if you do not have the money you will be sent to jail. Go ahead and send him on his way." Sera left the house with a yawn as the guards dragged the man out forcefully with shouting and crying from the woman inside and drug him down the streets.

Name: Bjørn Mækir
Age: 382
Species: Werewolf/Vampire hybrid
Occupation: Mercenary for hire

Description: Bjørn stands at an intimidating seven and a half feet tall, with Caucasian skin, a short braided beard, and short brown hair that had a few grey hairs mixed in. He has piercing onyx eyes with orange irises, and a long scar runs down the left side of his face, crossing his eye and mouth. He has a muscular build that is immediately obvious upon seeing him, and he wears pauldrons and greaves hewn from the bones and scales of great dragons, along with a small bone medallion that he wears at all times, he wears a chest plate and boots made of black metal with pulsing veins of red going down the armour, and wears leather gloves with spiked and studded knuckles. He wears a imposing steel helmet with a large gash along one side as the only form of battle damage. When not wearing his helmet he dons a mask of metal and bone, along with a battle worn hooded cloak, and beneath the cloak on his back, right at hip level is a small scabbard containing a wicked looking dagger with a twelve inch long, jagged blade. On his back are two scabbards, each containing a sword although one is significantly larger than the other, and runes on the hilts of both glow with an old and dark power, and the blade of the larger greatsword shines with an eerie light. At his hip is a large leather pouch, usually filled with herbs and potions of various kinds. He is extremely proficient in multiple forms of the Old Magic, ranging from destructive pyromancy all the way to spells that can warp the very fabric of reality to suit his needs as required. Due to what he is, he is empathic and can feel, and to an extent, hear the emotions of those around him, this can give him an advantage in a fight, or an advantage over someone pursuing him.

Bjørn had his mask on as he entered Edeas, yet another kingdom that would crumble and be reduced to dust and remnants after time had her way with it. His hood was down but his cloak remained on him, as he looked around at the impressive city, noting that it was quite scenic and beautiful, albeit a beauty ruled with an iron fist rarely raised, as he saw the man being dragged from his home by two guards, and the woman trailing behind. He quickly deduced that she was a headhunter, and one with a lot of clout as the guards were clearly acting under her orders, most likely she was involved with the current rulers in some form or this would probably not be happening. He passed by the guards, bumping into the one on the left and making him stumble as he managed to gain back his balance, he wheeled around, clearly intent on giving the poor bastard who dared to touch him a lesson, and that intent immediately withered and died when Bjørn rose to his full height and simply stared at the guard, his height and the impression of his muscular and armoured form cowing the guard into silence as he went back to his duty of dragging the poor man away. "A simple little bump and he’s ready to start throwing punches, if the other guards are the same then I will get a pretty good judge of this city's character real quick." Bjørn rumbled as he politely asked one of the nearby men where the tavern was, and was given directions to the establishment. He thanked the man by ways of a few gold coins before following the directions, now on his way to the ale serving structure.

Alvar entered in the city alone, his heavy steel armor refelecting the rays of the sun, he was walking though the city in search of a good tavern , after he left his horse to the stables near the gate, he wanted to relax after the long journey and also hear about the latest news.

After asking direction to a merchant he finally arrives at the tavern , he enters and sit at the first free table he see

After entering the tavern, Bjørn saw Alvar, and like any potential enemies, both men sized up each other, acknowledging the posture, visible gear, and subtle movements that tipped both off to the fact that either could kill each other in an instant given the chance, even with their equal amounts of skill. "Demon." He murmured in acknowledgment in a voice pitched for him to hear before Bjørn took a seat at the counter, ordering two ales, one for him and one for Alvar, as a peace offering. Of course he didn’t refer to the demon by name, simply telling the man to give the second ale to the guy in steel plate.

Vysera watched the man go screaming down the street until the sounds of crowds drowned him out, she stretched her arms and yawned "That bastard better give me something for doing this.." she said to herself then proceeded to the opposite end grabbing an apple on the way to the tavern to pick up any new contracts. Entering inside the tavern a few men turned there heads away as they recognized the raven-haired woman and kept silent since they feared anything they said would have them killed on the spot, Sera hummed a bit while stopping at the board of littered papers pinned down checking through all of them but there was none she was interested in. She turned around and slowly dragged her dagger across the counter and stopped in the middle eyeing the barkeep before giving a smile "Any new ones for me?" She asked and the man quickly moved than he looked in his age and rummaged through the back handing Vysera three papers all which had a red wax stamp in the corner indicating they were approved by the King himself as shown with the emblem of a black dragon then she took a quill and wrote the name Emerald on all three of the papers and handed them back to the barkeep "Thank you~" and turned around heading outside.

"Someone like you wouldn’t be running meager errands, not with that getup. But those papers are high risk, and very high reward contracts, are they not?" Bjørn rumbled as he saw the exchange between the barkeep and the headhunter. He didn’t need to act aggressive or show weaponry, the barkeep and several men in the room, including some off-duty guards instinctively leaned away when he spoke, subconsciously knowing that he was extremely dangerous, even if they had never seen him in action. "I take it privileged few are able to look at such papers and continue breathing freely, and even fewer are allowed to take such contracts. If you deny, I could simply ask the king himself, and if he declines I shall not push further." He didn’t turn his head or lay eyes on Vysera, but he did not need to, everyone in the tavern had their eyes on both him and Vysera as the pregnant silence was only broken by the crackle and pops of fire from the torches and fireplace. It was clear that everyone was wondering what exactly was going to happen, perhaps a fight, perhaps nothing, or perhaps the one who dared to speak to Vysera in such a manner would mysteriously vanish in the night, and no one would ever ask about what happened to the man.

Before opening the door Vysera stopped while hearing the voice talk then gave a small smile and turned around walking back over to the counter and leaning her side against it "Your clearly not from around here judging from the snow and smell you still have on you." She said flicking a near melted white flake off his shoulder with her finger "I'll tell you only what I'm allowed to and what your small pint-sized mind can comprehend, the King sends out papers to people such as myself and we go across the city or lands to find these special people and bring them back to the King. But if some wish not to come home with us then well you might know.." she laughed then whispered to him "We kill them." giving a pat on his back she gave him a smile "There does that satisfy you, great alright." Without anymore talking Sera walked out of the tavern and instantly to meet infront of her was a guard so she pulled him aside so they could speak.

"Not much else except for slightly higher than average intelligence than the usual headhunter." Bjørn said just before she stepped outside, and took a long pull from his mug of ale, not disturbed in the slightest from the woman. He tossed a small pouch of coin to the barkeep, thanking the man for the ale after he drained the mug and set it down before getting up and leaving the tavern, almost everyone staring at him in shock from his absolute lack of self preservation, as any wise man would have kept his mouth shut after a chat such as that. His hair had only an inch of clearance between the door frame as he left the tavern, and asked for directions to the nearest alchemy shop so he could stock up on supplies, and where the blacksmith was, as his whetstone was getting too worn to be of further use.

Speaking with the guard Sera was informed that her new weapons had been completed so she headed through the fishmarket alleyway seeing a man sitting there slumped over hugging a black box in his arms, the box looked worn and it had silver chains wrapped around them. "I hear they're finally finished? I dont have to use my magic the majority of the time." The main unchained the box and handed it to Vysera and it faintly glowed a purplish color through the cracks so she took it and opened the box and underneath the black silk was a a pair of curved swords, their hilts were black with a red tassel at the end and intricate engravings into the iron with a bit of the same purple color peering through. Sera smiled at them and grabbed them both feeling the weights and swinging them a bit then fastening them behind her waist and looking over at the old man. "Tell the King I appreciate these." She stepped out of the alley and stretched herself again before heading out.

Bjørn was nearby, sharpening his greatsword with a rather peculiar looking whetstone, as it was jet black and gleaming despite him being covered by shadow, and green sparks came off the weapon as he sharpened it. He had finished purchasing his supplies and had chosen a somewhat secluded spot to sharpen the oversized blade, which while practical for cavalrymen more than foot soldiers, looked right at home in his hands, which may have had something to do with his massive height. "Tell me something headhunter, does this blade look sharp enough to you?" He rumbled, holding the blade out with one hand quite close to Vysera, and as he turned the blade the sun made it eerily glow while also glinting wickedly off of the blade's edge. "I know what you are, you’re the king's spook, you make people disappear, or you kill them, and the body never gets found. I’m familiar with that line of work, intimately so." He pulled the blade back into the shadows, but the blade did not stop glowing, in fact it seemed to glow even more than before, and in a dark pulsing red and sickly purple.

@NeverMore

Alvar nodded back to the man who offered him the ale, it was a fine gesture and he appreciated it, and the man was interesting both for his body and his attitude.

Alvar drinked his ale quietly, and when the woman enetered he was a bit surprised by the silenece that immediatly felled on the room..this was..interesting to say the least.When he heard the conversation between the two Alvar definitly understanded their level of power.

When the man followed the quick exit of the headhuntress, Alvar paid to have a room and then exited to follow the man, he wouldn't lost the second act for anything in the world