this is Salem, a land filled with magic and maladies. It is a place where witches and their elemental familiars gather, a home to legend and
lore that predates time itself. Yet of all the wicked and wonderful stories the past can tell us of, the most magical are the ones yet to happen.
This is Salem - this is the start of your very own journey. Welcome to starfall
Starfall is an animaga witch roleplay set in mostly modern times. Members play as witches in a world plagued by monsters, where the only safe spots are walled cities. Starfall strives to be a character-driven roleplay with expansive lore and a highly interactive plotline. We want to allow members to
create and look back on a magical journey, and mold the site and its plot as their characters grow.
Devali shifted uncomfortably in his desk as he awaited for his final class of the day to end. Now normally, Devali would at least put some effort in remaining attentive all the way through lessons but today he'd be yearning for a bit of time outside. His life having gotten a bit too routine for him which only make him mildly discontent with his current situation. Having magic was useful and great for protecting his older sisters but beyond that everything else that came with his ability seemed to be a pain. As if sensing his thoughts and moving to correct him; the small Leopard Cat peaked his head out of Devali's red, black and white skull emblem hoodie.
"Ah you know I don't regret meeting you little one." His familiar was the only person who received honest and open emotion from him due to their connection. At first it was a major pain to open himself up to someone like that but once he realized that because of this bond; he could trust his familiar more than anyone else things became much easier. The tiny kitten would continue its climb until it finally perched on his red shoulder drawing a few weird looks at the incredibly tall and rather mean looking man with such a cutesy animal on his shoulder.
Devali did not mind that most tended to either view him with fear or disdain. Though, disdain usually came from those of higher ranking who knew that Devali was no match for their magical might. And if he was being honest with himself then he'd be able to admit that his choice in dress didn't exactly help make him seem more friendly. But then again Devali honestly could careless about making friends or anything nearly that potentially stressful. Instead, as he gathered his things and readied to leave his classroom; Devali was looking forward to hitting up a local coffee shop for a peaceful moment.
As Devali stood up from his sitting position he could not help but to shift the desk rather audibly around him. His body shape was rather athletic but the extra height always made some of the more simpler motions a chore for him. As such Devali needed to duck as he exited his classroom and starting walking toward his car. Suddenly, a message from one of his superiors would flash across his phone and that combined with his height caused him to accidentally walk directly into someone walking along the side walk. Luckily, Devali seemed to have only knock a few things out of her hand rather than knocking the girl down herself which made things slightly less awkward.
Doing the best he could with his rather limited expression he'd flash an apologetic smile while kneeling down to pick up her things for her. "I didn't see you there. I hope I didn't injure or startle you."
Post by emmaline sims on Jan 11, 2018 20:57:04 GMT
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[attr="class","seeyouhead"]we can navigate the stars
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[attr="class","seeyoubody"]emma brushed her hair back, pausing, and deliberated. she hadn't anticipated coming across such a puzzling, complex problem, and it required her whole attention right now. she frowned at greg, disconcerted, and immediately consulted her memory for sage advice that would help her on her occasion. [break][break] "i think the black-rimmed glasses make you look very distinguished," she told greg wisely from where she was bending down to look at him properly, her voice almost buried underneath the conversations that other witches held from around her. "i've heard that black goes with everything." [break][break] black is the color of ink, and you must never let ink near paper lest it be marred, for your soul will follow, greg narrated in response, voice solemn as if he were predicting the patterns of the moon, and she digested it, nodding in quiet agreement. his spiracles hissed, a little bit louder, with what seemed like an agreeable sigh. so i will choose the silver. [break][break] "you didn't even show me the silver!" emma protested, perhaps a little too loudly compared to greg's telepathic messages, and immediately received a few raised eyebrows. embarrassment bubbled inside of her like boiling water, and she flushed pink, averting her gaze. [break][break] "we'll get the silver," emma conceded a little later, greg mercifully having given her a moment to recover, and carefully arranged his glasses for him, tucking the ends underneath his bandana, sliding her gold over the counter with an apologetic smile. the witch accepted it without even looking up. [break][break] emma took her book and the new glasses case firmly in hand, distracted by greg's jumping as he leapt ahead (he could jump really well, it was super cool-), and promptly dropped them both, dazed, when someone bumped into her, stumbling back slightly. "sorry! oh, i - i'm not injured," she answered, purposely ignoring the other part of the statement in abject awkwardness. she laughed despite herself, glancing at how he had to bend down entirely to get her things. (oh, god, he was super tall, when would she be that tall, was he some kind of plant - ) [break][break] "thank you," she said gratefully instead, reaching out and finding greg firmly by her side, already projecting a sort of irritable tiredness and general state of being too fed up with other people. when had he gotten here? [break][break] he should apologize, greg complains, but then immediately follows it up with a (rather lethargic-sounding), "the man that does not apologize is no man at all." [break][break] "greg!" emma says, horrified and flattered all at once, and wants to hug him. @shinra
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[attr="class","seeyouhead"]to bring us back home
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