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Theatre Troupe Roleplay!
Theatre Troupe Roleplay!
Welcome to Bardswood Theatre Company, a well-known theatrical guild inside one of the world's biggest Renaissance Faires, Castlefest!
Oy vey, is that really what they picked? Castlefest?
Yes, now pipe down, Brynn.
The theatre troupe is widely regarded as one of the best improv and Shakespeare performance houses in the nation; or, at least, in Oregon. Maybe just the best in North Haverford, Oregon. Regardless, it's happy to welcome you into the fold!
In the roleplay, we are all actors in this troupe, trying to put on a fantasy play called Lyre's Heart. I made the play up, whoop!
But there's something odd about Lyre's Heart. Something... out of this world.
SUMMARY: Basically, a bunch of stage actors are sucked into the world of Lyronia, where they gain the powers and abilities of their characters and have to fight a villain (who looks AWFULLY familiar.) The password is SPIDERS, btw!
RULES:
One character per person.
Shipping is very open!
I'm making a director character, who will assign your parts in the play and speed the plot along.
One of you, and ONLY ONE, will get to be the villain.
PLEASE POST AT LEAST ONCE EVERY TWO DAYS!
USE CORRECT SPELLING AND GRAMMAR!
YOU CAN put a preference for which part you get, but THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU'LL GET IT!
CHARACTERS IN "LYRE'S HEART":
THE KNIGHT: A brave warrior (can be male or female!) who wields an enchanted, magical blade. Is strong, brave, and a bit full of him/herself. Likes to play the hero a bit too much. I'm not going to make these TOO detailed, because I want to leave room for customization.
THE CROWNBEARER: A prince/princess (male or female), the knight's ~love interest~, a beautiful/handsome person who, despite appearances of helplessness, is a talented hand-to-hand warrior. Snarky and a bit vain. Cool in a crisis.
THE MAGE OF FLORA: A strong mage who wields the power of plants (a la Poison Ivy from Batman). Is feisty and not "flowery" in the least. Almost never lowers her/his voice. Has a hard time controlling her powers.
THE WIELDER OF STORMS: A lightning mage who is... surprisingly levelheaded, ironically. Smart and responsible, yet overprotective of others. Often has a hard time accessing/using his/her powers.
THE FOX: A mysterious mercenary aiding the team, with a throwing knife and a sneer that can curdle milk. Sneaky and somewhat unnerving. Perhaps the shadows almost constantly around them give that affect.
THE VILLAIN: The Flame, a fearsome enemy sorceror/ess with the power of fire at his or her fingertips. Wants to (rather predicatbly) destroy mankind and usher in a new age of wrath and fire.
Charrie Sheet:
Name: Brynn Wilkes
Gender: F
Part you most want: Lightning Mage (note: I am picking the parts, so don't get your heart set on being the lightning mage. It'll probably be me.)
Part you second most want: Mercenary
Part you third most want: Prince/Princess
Part you fourth most want: Knight
Personality: A bit of a busybody, but means well. Clever, too nosy for her own good, and booksmart rather than streetsmart. Firmly a skeptic! She doesn't believe in magic or anything like that. She's the director in the theater troupe, and the group's organizer.
Appearance: Pale brown hair in a messy bun, glasses, grayish-blue eyes. Has warm, slightly tanned skin and chapped lips from her biting habit. Wears baggy sweaters and old jeans. Doesn't take very good care of herself. A cynic and critic by nature.
A quote they could be heard saying: "If aliens exist, they won't visit us. We're pretty awful, as a species."
submitted by Brookeira
(January 2, 2018 - 5:33 pm)
(January 2, 2018 - 5:33 pm)
Does this mean
that Dawn
Gets to kick butt
in a
dress.
Also, this is her dress because I am unorginal and lazy ;)
(January 10, 2018 - 2:18 pm)
*Bursts into the thread, huffing and puffing*
Okay, I'm here, I'm here! Sorry I haven't been able to post!! I forgot how crazy everything gets when I have all my school stuff and extracurriculars. So. Lots of things.
@Brookeira, yes, I was sort of thinking something like shapeshifting for Eileen's powers. So I was thinking, she can shapeshift into a wolf, and communicate with them and stuff, and it's almost like part of her is wolf. It's a little hard to explain. And then I thought on the side, some minor wind powers, like controlling wind currents and that sort of thing.
i can't post now because Wednesday is a super busy day for me, but I should be able to tomorrow.
(January 10, 2018 - 2:22 pm)
(January 11, 2018 - 8:47 am)
Jackson~
A dragon?
A dragon .
There was a dragon in this world and somehow that surprised him less than the woman who looked like something out of a Romanian folk tale designed to mentally scar six year olds.
"So they have to pay or they'll get the dragon?" he muttered, his voice nearly lost in the anxious crowd. "Sounds like my current rent situation." No one laughed. Smooth.
"We're gonna take care of it... right?" Penny said to no one in particular.
Jackson looked at her. "Uh... why?" he asked.
"Because it's the right thing to do?"
"The right thing for what? A bunch of people who might as well not exist? For all we know they're just nameless background characters reliving the same story over and over again. I wouldn't even do it if they payed me, because their money is worthless too."
Penny shook her head in disbelief. Jackson snorted.
But then a sudden realization dawned on him.
Their money wasn't useful in his world.
But it was useful in this world.
And this world had no cops. No rules. And, seemingly, no limitations. He could be whatever he wanted to be. And it's not like he had anything waiting for him back home, either. This could be a fresh start. A pretty weird fresh start, but a fresh start all the same.
And just like that, getting back to Oregon was no longer first on his prority list.
Without warning, Jackson pushed through the crowd with sudden confidence. He stopped in front of the orcale, looking down at her. "l'll fix your dragon problem," he said, beginning to slide into his mercernary role "For the right price."
(January 11, 2018 - 5:08 pm)
guys? are we still doing this?
(January 13, 2018 - 9:47 pm)
Sorry, ack, I should really stop abandoning my RPs.
Will~
I watch in shock as Jackson strides over to The Oracle, an expression of confidence and wit stretched across his face.
"I'll fix your dragon problem," He said, calmly. "For the right price."
I sigh, and push my way out of the crowd and toward them, trying to ignore the flowers that sprout in my footprints. "Just wait a minute! What sort of tribute? Money?"
The Oracle shook her head. "No, we've been giving her money and resources for the past months." Almost muttering to herself, she continued, "She wants me."
"Alright, well, could explain what we're dealing with?" I cross my arms, unconsciously shifting the sleeves of my doublet.
"They are like dragons, but more serpent-like, with short legs and slender wings," The Oracle informs. "While they come in many elemental forms, I'm positive that this one will be breathing fire."
"How much time has she given us?" Penny walks forward, her posture still resembling a knight's despite the dress. However, she still looks nervous, once in a while moving her hand to her hip as if wanting to grab a sword not there.
"Five minutes, but at this point its probably closer to three," The messenger responds, looking incredibly nervous.
"Well, we ought to get this dragon away from the town, " I didn't even notice Brynn walk over here. She had picked up a stick from the ground, watching with interest as electricity shock through it.
"And how do you suppose we--" I'm cut short with a loud roar resonates through the town. Everyone goes quiet, waiting. Penny situates herself in a fighting stance, and Wrynn holds her stick in front of her.
Then from the air, another roar reaches our ears. As I slowly look up, I see the slender shape of a dragon.
Oh no.
(January 14, 2018 - 1:37 pm)
Eileen~
I start awake to fine myself in the clearing, bound with vines, and gagged as well. Juuust wonderful. I wince. And the lightning burn won't let itself be forgotten, either. Suddenly, a quiet whine sounds from behind a tree and one of my wolves emerges into the clearing.
Alpha? He whimpers. Here, allow me to...
He begins to gnaw on the vines wrapped tightly around me. It takes forever, but finally, I'm free. "Thank you, Arvon." I tell the wolf in a quiet yip. Arvon's amber eyes glint with slight pleasure.
You are welcome, Alpha.
Arvon pauses for a moment, then ventures, Do you think your mother will be angry?
"I can't tell." I growl softly. "She already plans to unleash the Wyrm. I don't think she will be very angry about it. Oh, and Arvon?"
Yes, Alpha?
"You are promoted to Beta. Vornar fled with the rest."~
That's all, I gotta go.
(January 14, 2018 - 6:57 pm)
Nononono this can't die!!! I won't let it, I won't, I won't!! It's too good to die. Too amazing, too well thought out, and... yeah.
(January 17, 2018 - 3:45 pm)
~Adrianna
The moment the Wyrm dragon was released was the moment that Adrianna gave in. She needed to do it, she knew. She needed to stop struggling. While she wasn’t resisting she could figure this out. You’re right, she murmured, making the Flame Queen smile. I need to understand my part. “Yes, dear.” The words came out like a purr. “You are ready.” Instantly images filled her mind, images of the past, the present, and the possible future. Darkness swirled around her, seeping into her being, filling her with fire of hatred. Flame Queen Adrianna grinned maliciously at the sensation. But a small part of herself held back, uninflected by the manipulating darkness. This part waited for the right moment, sorting through memories, watching the present, and planning her moves.
(January 18, 2018 - 3:21 pm)