Shwa

Currently playing 2 games at the moment, with one having the most of my attention since I'm currently at a stopping point with the other two: The Division: I have to say this is the first shooter I've enjoyed since the Halo series that I've actually liked and can't wait to get home from work to play. It's fast paced,deeply involved with a believable story line, and the online interaction is on point. I've only seen a few glitches, but that could be accounted to the numerous players playing on different servers, so it's really no fault to the game itself. Lego Marvel Avengers: Though campy and cute, Lego has never shy'ed away from making amazing games. Whether it be from our childhood to whats currently trending, their games are interactive, action packed and memerable to the players. I enjoy this game because it covers a lot of the major marvel cinematic universe from Captain America to Thor and more. The players are treated with in game voiceovers from teh movie to specific events, and there are lots of hidden contents to unlock characters withing the MCU.

I've been a member since i was a sophomore in High school. The OB has taught me a lot about creative writing and putting my ideas out there without fault or rejection, and to improve upon myself my own skills and creativity. Not only that, but I've made some great friends through here from doing so, and we've created masterpieces worthy of being made into a novel, or even a movie (I gush at the idea but reading back, it could happen). OB was my sanctuary when I was alone or bored, and others joined in on the fun we created, I would definitely like to be as alive as it once was, those were the golden days for me.

Belated I know, but Happy B-Day OB!!

I would have to make a new skype but I don't see that being a problem, just let me know date and time.

Sounds fun for sure, count me in, good thing I still check the site from time to time :-3

I mostly stayed on the RP portion of the boards, Darth Vectis and I are trying to bring it back to life with some new stories and what not. If I believe correctly, he's the only one I have added on FB from here.

Location: Redmond, Seattle Desmond made it back to his family's safe house in the early hours of the morning, having little rest from his researching and deciphering of information he obtained from the safe house of the Witch of the Wilds. Though he may have been too late to stop the destruction and murder of their kin, he was able to secure several documents and talismans that would have raised too many questions had the normal police obtained them. Questions Desmond already had forming through his thoughts as he flipped another frayed page of Lady Morrigan's grimoire, the only items worth keeping after finding through the blood and charred remains of the house in the woods. Memories and incantations were saved here, time and effort put into a single leather bound notebook worth knowledge any mystical user would literally kill for had they the chance to do so. However, Desmond could only understand the spells, written in old arcane texts and script, the symbols would have to be for his sibling to decode and understand. That; was her specialty. Desmond closed the book with a shaken sigh, his nerves shot from the failed mission for answers, seeing the end result in person was not comforting to the man either. Still, for the past year, more and more of their kind have been either hunted by an unknown entity, or have gone into hiding. Those who've hid have stayed so, or have met their fate with this ominous presence searching for their mystical auras. The weary man rubbed his eyes some, the mornings light reflecting off the windows gave him little comfort, for the time his body has spent pushing itself beyond his physical needs for rest and nourishment finally began to take its toll. The man stood from his chair, stretching the sleep away from himself as best as he could, moving towards the kitchen to make some tea for his expected guest. Taking out the pots and kettle from their hiding places, Desmond worked swiftly to make his beverage when the slightest sound could be heard from below on the second floor of the town home. Ever so silent to the untrained ear, but it was enough for the man to set his pot on the burner before grabbing one of the filet knives from its collection block. Ever so slowly Desmond made his way towards the chairs, for his large and heavy frame, he was quite light on his feet when the need arose. "How interesting, an intruder at this time of day? I didn't think leeches could out while the sun is up....." The man carefully made his way downstairs to see the front door closed and locked as it was before, however there was a movement to his left that made the man react. Switching the knife to his other hand, a swift upward movement collided with metal with a large scraping clank sound, confirming Desmond's thoughts of an intruder. Before the man was able to react, a powerful kick to his sternum sent the taller mystic flying backwards towards the side closet, the crash along breaking the door as Desmond gripped what he could to stay standing. Peering upwards he could see a black object spinning towards the floor before being caught by a slender and small hand, and with lightning speed, it was pointed towards his weakened frame once more. Now, in front of him, two pistols were pointed and ready to take his life, leaving Desmond starring helplessly. "Reckless as always, I cannot believe you." The familiar voice, stern and scolding, brought a smile to Desmond's lips as he continued to huff for air. Standing straight and now towering over the small feminine figure. "You know...you could have just, oh I dunno, not done that" Desmond smiled as he finally caught his breath; the female took of her hat and stared upwards to her opponent. Her eyes telling Desmond she was not in the laughing mood. "You could be more careful with everything that's going on lately. You're too clumsy and forgetful, and I don't have time to pick up after you Desmond" The female holstered her two pistols and sighed. "Harvest we're not here to argue; and I'm not in the mood to deal with your brick wall tactics. Now come here and give your brother a hug!" Smiling wide and standing straight, Desmond extending his arms for the open invitation, until jingling could be heard as Harvest held a set of keys on the end of her index finger, same scowling look pinned on her face. Desmond peered at his own key chain and froze with a smile on his face. "You left it on the lock again idiot." Harvest narrowed her eyes before tossing them at her elder sibling, grabbing her suitcase and heading upstairs leaving the stunned man in silence. "And you left the tea on the stove too long, it's overflowing!" The shout brought Desmond from his phase as he ran back upstairs into the kitchen with great haste. The two siblings enjoyed a quiet breakfast with one another, quiet being the term of the day as they nibbled and drank their fill of tea with an assortment of fruits and cheeses, slices of bread to compliment the light meal. There were not words to ask about one or the others health, well being or current condition, both were stressed beyond belief with their current situation. The added stress from everyday "normal" life was enough to make either snap. But, their silence was a small token of their family time and bonding from growing up in this weird tradition. Desmond thought it might be fun to reminisce by tapping on the coffee table, their sign of Morris code. Harvest looked at her brother from across the table, shaking her head with a small smirk forming at the corner of her mouth. "You'll never grow up will you?" She huffed with content. "Some things you never forget." "Agreed, but we'll joke around later. Let's go over what we know now." Harvest placed her cup on its dish, Desmond sigh. "Straight to business as usual." "Someone has to be responsible." Harvest quick reply made note she was serious. Desmond didn't argue any further. "This is the third finding of slain mystical and magical users we've encountered in two months. Hearing about the recent one....means something big is happening brother. I think we can finally toss the idea these are random attacks, we've even spoken with werewolf and vampire covens near the sight of all three attacks, they haven't senses anything out of the ordinary until it's all said and done with All reports are the same, no evidence, just bloodshed. It's weird their only attacking human mystics; but with the treaties we have in place with other creatures, they can offer no aid." Harvest took hold of the dusted grimoire her brother was reading prior to her arrival, scanning the pages she could make out. "Even if they were able to assist, I doubt it would make much of a difference. With what I saw at the last sight, it was a straight-up slaughter. Even if some of those offspring were new, there were some well experienced. I sensed the magic flowing through the decay; those who fell were powerful indeed. Even the barriers put in place to protect the lands were left unscathed, so that means we do have a semi-mole in our family or someone out for blood." Desmond piled his bread with cheese and grapes before taking a bite, Harvest merely nodded as she scanned the notebook. "In any case, that's three safe houses down and more bodies piling up. You came back from Milan not too long ago, any word over there of incidents similar to this?" "Not a peep from what I’ve been able to gather. I did send note during my flight of the disturbance, they'll be in contact with me if anything similar pops up." "Still, the first happened in Pennsylvania, a family of four. The next was in Minnesota, a witch coven of 10, burned and hanged. Now the Colorado wilderness safe house run and operated by this....Lady Morrigan, and she wasn't present during the raid. Lucky her..." Harvest hissed under her breath, she made no attempt to hide her anguish from a familiar face. "What I'm getting at, is even though the attacks seem random, a trail from the East to West is laid out." "So, think whatever or whoever would come here to us? That's a bit of a stretch without proof dear sister." Desmond reclined in his chair somewhat content, yet troubled. "You can shovel for proof; I'll take action when I sense danger. Right now, I'm not feeling safe in my own home." Dead silence once more at the two exchanged glances. Desmond merely nodded in compliance with his siblings words. "I have a few ideas on..." "Your bed and room have been made ready; you're going to get some rest first. Then, you can be all gun-ho military killer later. No arguing with me either Harvest." Desmond rose from his chair and began to gather the dirty dishes. The grunt from his sister made the man smile as she rose from her chair as well and gathered her things; she took the grimoire with her along with the bags she brought. "You need your sleep as well. I'll see you at dinner time most likely." Placing a quick pat on his shoulder, Harvest made her way to the spare bedroom to settle in, Desmond finished the dishes sometime shortly after and retreated to his quarters for some rest.

I'll be beginning the story this week, if anyone is still interested in signing up, please feel free to. We hope to add on more creative minds as we work through this RP. Until then, see you in the game!

Guess I'll get the ball rolling :-3 Name: Desmond Tigan Age: 28 Years of Age Sex: Male Personality: Desmond has and always remains to radiate a calm presence to those around him Though he is quite lax with life and his well being, he is a master strategist when it comes to business. Every other function in life, he is as tamed as a stream of water. Since his years of growing, Desmond is ever watchful and worry some of his youngest sibling, Harvest. Now older, he is less concerned with her safety knowing hat she an handle herself, but more worried as any brother would be to his sister about her future. Being a pseudo-parent ever since childhood, the feelings still linger to always be available when she need. Abilities: Probability Manipulation: Desmond can control and manipulate the very luck and reality around him to his favor. In small concentrated dosages, Desmond merely needs to flick and twirl his wrist for a spot on spell completion. However, when facing another mystical user, more energy is needed to turn the tide and prevent harm to himself. This power takes a toll on Desmond, back-lashing with powerful migraines and fatigue if not careful. There have been instances where his powers have backfired towards himself and others; in such a case, the death of his parents at his own hands when Desmond became of age to harness his abilities. His power is ever growing, long periods of meditation is needed to keep his emotions and mental stress at an even level, so no backfires occur out of nowhere, especially when he's at work. Appearance: Desmond stand at an even 6 foot 1 inch with a well toned frame of a healthy 200 pounds. Lightly sun tanned skin adds to his complexion, added with shoulder length brunette hair that he keeps tied in a pony tail. Though he is a large icon in the fashion industry, Desmond usually parades around in simple jeans and short-sleeve t-shirt that compliment his figure. Relying on comfort than luxury when the apparent spring or chase may occur. When activating his abilities, his eyes glow a crimson red, as well as his body radiating the same color when large amounts of energy is displaced. Background: Product spawn of an Arcane Magister and Voodoo Sorceress; Desmond is the eldest of his siblings, followed by his sister Harvest. Both are mystical users who obtained their powers from their parents who are no longer alive due to the manifestation of his own powers at the age of 7. Desmond concealed the true entire story is kept from his sister Harvest, fearing backlash and rejection from the only family he has alive. The duo fended for themselves for the longest, Desmond always working and making sure his sibling was well taken care of to the best of his ability, the elder sibling used his probability manipulation abilities to swindle and steal, and make sure the pair had a warm place to sleep at night. Around the time Harvest came into her abilities years later, the duo were tracked by an old family friend and Grail member, Edward Stockling, who took the two in and raised them through their schooling years. During a their time with Edward, Desmond's powers grew and so did his knowledge of the world. Traveling abroad ever so often while Harvest continued her studies. Researching more into the world of mysticism, the elder sibling discovered their heritage of their clan and began training with Edward upon finishing his tour to bring the order back to its once prestigious status. After years of training, Edward and Desmond debated on the morality of their small Coven, either to come from the shadows or remain dormant from the world, eventually the feud subsided, but both parties stepped away. Desmond and Harvest were old enough now to make their own choices in life, but the two still stuck together like glue, as they always have. Desmond continues to travel around the world, thanks to owning and operating the worlds most highly favorable fashion line and marketing company; he is able to keep eyes and ears out for magical users on a constant basis, trying his hardest to keep his fellow users safe from harm. Even with such a lavish lifestyle and accommodations available to him, Desmond keeps his side project extremely hidden and covert. Occupation: CEO of Silk Line Industries, a fashion and cosmetic line used by high society families and heirs for their every day outings.

"For as long as the scribes of old could foretell in their stories, papyrus littered with ancient dust from a past now forgotten, powerful creatures roamed the lands of the living. Breeding, co-inhabiting, and even making history in the volumes of history. But that is not the tale we speak of in the light, for the shadows hold far more than secrets, it holds the very essence of our culture. Magic has, and always will be a necessity to keep the balance of good and evil. However, those terms cannot just describe a person, but an idea, a dream, a passion. That, my dear reader, is where the lines blur together, and more often than not, our of sight of its wielder. I digress, these words are not for comfort, but for an understanding of our way of life. I am called Morrigan, it is the name over the many moons I've walked upon the plane of man I've come to love most. I cherish it as if it were my own child cradled t my bosom. I am part of a long forgotten order of mystical beings who've banded together over the centuries to thwart harm to our people, and the world around us. Some say we perform blood rituals, others are persuaded we take life for pleasure. How wrong the fools are to come to terms with such trifles, our order simply keeps the balance of two worlds while remaining hidden. Times have changed, but the hearts of men sadly, have not. This modern era, full of gadgets and creations only dreamed of in my time now blossoms into a monthly update of information and wonder. But, so do the shadows. My order is called "The Grail", users of the mystic art that preserve our history and knowledge with one another, and seek out those who obtain their abilities and use them for the common wealth of our existence; for what little time we have it. Some of our family, my family, have come and gone to their maker...most however...were forced to meet an end not so kind to their charge. I remember such an instance when the nations of the world first interacted with our kind from lands far beyond the horizon of the setting sun, powerful dark arts merged with necromancy, and a new age of bloodshed was written. The massacre of many an innocent during the trials at Salem forced our hand to retreat into the shadows further, leaving our enemy to grow in silence and statue all too boldly. So in our retreat, we waited, we procreated, stronger and more vibrant youths to carry on our legacy of neutralization, theirs was a time of true and utter peace on this earth. Unfortunately, fate has never been so kind as to grant anyone immortal happiness....without sorry to follow. The Moon is that of the 10,000th Sun Burst Raven, or to be simple, two-thousand and fifteen. I've spoken with what little Grail members there are left in the North American lands, so few....which has me worried. Even to my core I know there is amiss stalking our my clan, but from where, I cannot say. After the loss of my own children, and grandchildren years prior, I've returned to the Arbor Wilds, my wilderness sanctuary to forget the pain. But no longer can I stay hidden...My small oven of wandering mystical users, both experienced and novice shall keep watch of these lands until I return. Their combined might should be enough to ward those who wish to bring evil upon my lands. I pray with the last of my love I have to give, that it is enough to rid them of the trials and tribulations we are about to face. Our time has come to cast our kind into the light, before the darkness swallows us whole. To any member of The Grail who come across this message, "The shade only covers you at midnight". If you are simply a weary traveler who happened to come across an old witch's babbling, may I give you my sincerest condolences. One should not seek power that cannot be controlled, and power like ours, should never be sought after....." A shadowy figure places the burnt piece of parchment back down to the ground, his eyes surveying the abandoned hut slowly and with every detail he could fathom during the hidden moons light. Nothing remained of this once sanctuary, holy ground to lost or traveling mystics. Family. The smell of burnt wood and herbs engulfed the nights sky, tracks of the attackers were long gone as the smoke continued to rise from the dead bark and land. The figure stood, grunting slightly as he viewed the now open layout of the fields, the crops destroyed, the wildlife slain for a mile that happened to cross the path of these savages. This was a sign. The figure reached into his pocket and produced a small flip phone, dialing quickly by memory as his eyes remained ever vigilant, glowing a faint crimson red every so often. "Report" A soft, yet commanding voice of a woman answered the line. "We're too late, this home was targeted strategically. Just like the others, that's another safe-house gone I'm afraid". There were no words spoken then, just a silent defeat. "This safe-house was older than the Pyramids themselves; something big is happening and we're chasing our own tail. Come home at once when you can, I don't think it would be a good idea to stay separated at this point. Especially not when an elder's home was taken down. D-did you find any bodies?" The small hitch in her voice made the figure sigh in defeat as well. "Yes, none that I recognize, but their mystical powers float about these lands now. Seven total, all underage. These were our people's offspring...." A sigh came from the other end of the phone. "Come home when you can brother, do what you must, but nowhere is safe now. I'm returning to our home in the woods. I'll meet you there." The line went dead with an affirming "click". The man closed his device and silently walked the same path that brought him to this hidden sanctuary, whispering a silent incantation, the cloaked man vanished in a quick flash of red light. The moons light slowly appeared past the clouds, shinning down onto the land once more, but this time, to an empty field of grass, no trace of the destruction to be seen. Hours later, in the terminal of Washington International airport, the once hooded figure now revealed in light scours the charred journal that remained a vital clue to their hunters, and their past. More members of their coven slain, and more their numbers dwindle before even a spark of life could be created. "This Lady Morrigan believed it was time to come into the light. Either she was a lonely old coot, or she was desperate. In either case, even our contacts are being taken out, and their sources as well. No one seems to be safe, we need a new plan to draw our enemies out, and keep the remaining mystical users who remain alive safe from harm. It's not going to be easy, but as this elder witch of the wild stated, nothing ever is...." Welcome to Trials of the Grail! This RP is set in modern time with ancient secrets to uncover along the way. The theme for this RP will be mystical/magical/supernatural abilities and humans now living in the modern world. Hunted by the shadows of the past, the goal is to remain alive long enough to band together and start a new chapter of The Grail Order. Our wold of magic and mystery are coming to light for the first time in human history, and not the version represented in movies and modern day stories, but in a reality where nothing is as what it seems. The darkness is ever surrounding and engulfing, will you let it consume your light? Sign Up: Name: Pretty Common Age: You know the drill. If you are over the age of 25 and unique in your abilities, you may be considered a new elder since most of the previous ones have been slain or are currently in hiding. Sex: Have a ball. Personality: See Sex portion for explanation. Abilities: Can range from mystic talismans to voodoo practices, witchcraft, transmutation, transfiguration, psychic, elemental or natural sorcery, spells, incantations, necromancy, etc. Please be detailed with your abilities and include limitations to said abilities as well. We can grown from our weakness' during the RP. Appearance: Description or Photo. Background: Are you flying solo? Spawn of a magical/mystic user? Related to a well known mystical user? Give us the scoop. Occupation: Hey, we're powerful, but not rich. Or are we? You decide!

Howdy Howdy remaining, or whats left of the RP community here at OtakuBoards. Darth Vectis and I are collaborating on a new RP we'll be starting up sometime soon. We'll be going with a modern day "Justice League: Dark" theme kind of RP, consisting of mystical and magical elements. Still on the drawing board, but just reaching out to those who might be interested in joining in, we plan to do this as a collaboration together with or without extra minds to add to the mix. But, never bad to have others tag along from beginning to end :-3 ~Shwa

Ah o.k, that makes more sense, literally controlling someone else character rather than you own, but for the whole time and not just to move the story forward.

I don't get it.... o.0?

Sounds lazy