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Congrats to the writers who have made it to this step, first of all, I would like to say good work to everyone who entered part one, and remember just because you're not part of part two's contest your vote is the most important thing you can add to the contest.  To writers of Post 2, 4, 5, 7, 9, 11, welcome to the next stage!

As many have seen or perhaps heard from the Main chat in discord part two is the TIE BREAKER!  In a DM to Proxy, you will be submitting a character sheet for your Magi, everything will need to be filled out and posted here as if you were making the character all besides HISTORY. For the RP sample use the post you made in the 1st part of the contest as this sample.  Also as a reminder please use the code feature when submitting so that everything can quickly and easily be transported perfectly as you have made it for this part of the contest. Good luck writers! And may the be Magi win!

The deadline to submit the character sheet will be Feb,17th, 2021 at 11:59 PM US Central time.


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Here are the following applications for our Dark Magi Contest!

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Magi Writing Contest Part 2. C40b1b2bcb4ae614dfb70eb0ed4cece1

Name: Morrigan Ambrose
Country Affiliation: Wanderer
Race: Magician [Magi]
Tier: D
Class: Magician [Life]
Age + Birthdate: 27 - October 15th
Gender: Nonbinary
Sexuality: Pansexual
Personality:
Morrigan is not so easily described through any one word, though this can be said of anything that lives and breathes, anything that carries out an existence in the world. However, if one were to simplify them, the word that would be used is: protean. They are capable of change in any and all situations, to fit their own needs or the needs of others. From their walk, to their pattern of speech. Everything about them can be easily modified.

That is what one would see on the outside, if they spent enough time examining Morrigan. To those just meeting them, they are charming, enigmatic, an individual who always knows when to say the right things and when to say nothing at all. Someone who seems capable of peering into the very souls of those around them in a bid to understand them fully and completely...though whether this understanding is used for good or ill is another matter all together.

If Morrigan had to describe themselves...well they wouldn't describe themselves at all. They are an individual with no true drive or goal, not in the way that other people think of the two words at least. They do not hunger for power, for fame, for wealth or for bloodshed. They do not wish for world peace or the end to hunger or a stop to suffering. In their mind, they are a vessel. They are a way for the world to change, a motivator of people, a maker of kings and tyrants. They work to move the story of the world from one point to the next. And to do so, they must pull strings.

And while they might not have a goal, per se, they do love pulling strings.

They tend not to see people as people, but rather parts of a story. They do not think highly of anyone, but rather value those for the part they have to play in the story Morrigan is currently furthering. Slaves, warriors, merchants, kings, everyone is equal in Morrigan's eyes until they prove that they are a greater player in the story at large. For what is a king if he doesn't make his life a tale worth telling? Nothing more than a fancy title and an arse upon a throne, in Morrigan's mind.

Morrigan is very lacking in ego, one must in order to be able to play any part within the story that is necessary. This allows them to easily shift between any character needed in any moment, though on the outside they look duplicitous at best and absolutely mental at worst. Morrigan tends not to pay any heed to the opinions of others, though. After all, they're just characters in the story that they're forging.

Despite this, to say that Morrigan is unfeeling isn't exactly true. They are simply better at dampening or completely ignoring their emotions. They feel the same array of emotions as anyone else, though how they express these emotions is for them to decide. This of course lends to their ability to fake emotion in order to sell their characters more fully.

Likes:

:spades:Stories: Morrigan loves stories, mostly those stemming from the truth. History is what they adore most, they love hearing about the past from elders or reading from dusty tomes in a library. Nothing causes a stir of emotion within Morrigan quite like a nice, rousing story.
:spades:Endings: Morrigan's favorite part of stories, strangely enough. Though most people dislike endings, as they are often finite and thus disappointing in their lack of possibility, Morrigan finds comfort in the end of a tale. Where everything comes together and there are no more questions to be had, no more words to be said.
:spades:Life & Death: The cycle of life and death is a story, one of the greatest stories of all. From the beginning of everything, when the first of the living came into existence, their story has been told time and time again with countless variations still being made in the present. It is a fascinating story, sadly unable to be cataloged completely, but that doesn't stop Morrigan from marveling at every part of the process.

Dislikes:

Stubbornness: With the role they have taken in the world, Morrigan has found nothing that irritates them more than someone who refuses to take direction. They are meant to guide stories to their natural conclusion, and those who fight the progression of the story have no place in it. So Morrigan does their best to remove them, whatever it takes.
Uncertainty: Morrigan hates leaving anything uncertain. Uncertainty leads to unwanted sequels or the revival of a story that should be done, uncertainty makes sense into nonsense. Uncertainty is often caused by those who do not follow the progression of the story, tying Morrigan's dislike of the two together. And they deal with uncertainty in a similar manner.
Unlife & Undeath: If life and death are the greatest story, their opposites are the worst. They are outliers, anomalies, the corruption of a beginning or the unwanted rewrite of an ending. One or the other, neither should exist, and Morrigan shows a seething hatred for anything aligned to either.

Aspirations:
Morrigan hopes for little, as outward motivation can get in the way of their position as a "plot device" for the world. But, they do have a dream of sorts. Their "dream", if it can be called such, is to build a story that the world will tell a thousand times over, for generations and generations. Whether they are a part of the story proper or simply a driving force behind it is no consequence, so long as they have a role in it.

Phobias/fears:
Fear is strange when one doesn't hope, even stranger when they see everything as part of a tale. If there is one thing that Morrigan would fear, it would be very abstract: they would fear a time where there are no more stories to be told. Or they would fear a time where they were in capable of taking part in the furthering of said stories.

Face-Claim: Bort from Houseki no Kuni
Hair Color: Charcoal Black
Eye Color: Sleet Grey
Height: 185cm (6')
Weight: 80kg (175lbs)
Appearance:
Morrigan is tall and thin, a figure done in severe planes and angles. Their limbs are delicately formed, their whole person looking as though sculpted from a material so fragile that looking at it in the wrong way might cause it to crack and shatter. Their complexion is pale, looking as though they've never seen even a hint of sunlight in their life. Their hair falls around their person in an obsidian wave, straight as a razor's edge and shining like a polished blade in the light.

Their facial features contrast sharply with the rest of their person. Whereas their body is all points and sharpened, their face sports almost exclusively soft curves. From their eyes and upturned nose to their full lips and even their ears, their face can't be called anything but gentle. At least until a person got a solid look into Morrigan's eyes, the steel-like grey color perfectly fitting a stare that could pierce through even metal.

Morrigan favors dark clothing with little fanfare most of the time, though they are flexible if the moment calls for it. Their outfits border on forgettable, though in them Morrigan cuts a figure that could hardly be forgotten, at least not for long.

Rukh Alignment: Black
Special Features: None
Role-Play Sample:
Submission #11:
There are times wherein a story is brought, unbidden, to one’s mind. Whether from their youth or a time where they were impressionable enough for it to stick with them. Now was one such time, the words coming to them like whispers on the wind.

A woman sat in a meadow, surrounded in flowers blooming around her. She held in her arms a woman, old and clearly at the end of her days. She seemed comfortable in the woman’s arms, her eyes closed and her breathing even but slowing. The old woman didn’t have much time left, but neither her nor the woman that held her seemed to be concerned about it.

Then, at the edge of the meadow appeared a man. Where the woman in the meadow was light. Where flowers perked and turned towards her, all that lived drooped and turned away from him. He didn’t disturb them when he came, simply watched. As he did, the woman’s breathing slowly stopped and she fell limp, the last remnants of life fading from her form.

After a few moments, both women rose to their feet and walked towards the man at the edge of the meadow. With each step, the old woman seemed to go backwards in time. When they were a few feet from the man, she was a young girl in her prime once more, but she stopped and stared at the man in trepidation.

The bright woman wrapped her in a reassuring embrace, giving the young girl the strength she needed to walk past the man into the shadows of the forest. Now alone, the woman turned to the man with eyes full of sorrow “Death,” she spoke just as the man turned to leave, in a voice as sweet as honey and warmer than the summer sun “why do they love me but hate you?”

The man stopped in his tracks and replied, without turning “Because, Life, you are a beautiful lie. And I am the painful truth.” Then, he walked into the dark of the forest and disappeared, leaving the woman alone.

They didn’t know why that version came to their mind, it didn’t fit the scene before them. The bodies littering the ground, all of those who gladly walked into death’s arms. They had gathered together and drank an elixir they knew would bring them their last breaths, and they did it with a smile on their face.

All because they had said it was what some godly figure had wanted. Zealots were strange like that.

There was another version of the story that they favored more: where the woman lead an impatient group of three, warriors painted in blood with raucous grins on their faces, to the man. Frustrated with the warriors’ disregard for her, she asked the man “I give them everything, endless paths and possibilities, and yet there are still some who rush to meet you. Why?”

And to that the man smirked and replied “Because to some I am honor, I am freedom. I am all they could ever desire.”

They turned away from the town’s center and took a deep breath, attuning themselves with the world around them. They felt the way the wind moved, the ground beneath their feet, the thrumming of energy all around them...and the call of something beneath the ground.

They reached down, down, down to answer the call. There was a rumbling, and the ground parted to reveal a grand structure rising from the ground. It looked to them like a beautiful monument for what had occurred here today. An offering to death, a testament to what believers would do.

A sepulchre for the faithful.

And there was someone out there that could open its doors and reveal all of the secrets within. Secrets they could feel even from here. They would find that person and see what the tomb had to offer, the treasures that may reside inside. They turned back to all the bodies and mused to themselves for a moment.

Someone like that would need many more faithful...luckily the world was full of believers.

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Magi Writing Contest Part 2. Bbc22510

Name: Yanlou 'Yen' Heshang

Country Affiliation: Wanderer

Race: Magi / Magician

Tier: B Tier

Class: Magician

Age / Birthdate: 20 / April 7th

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual

Personality: Yen might look pretty, but his talk is anything else. Brash and coarse, he does not come across too well. He tends to drop slang and swear-words into his speech at the most inopportune times. He does not mean to offend, however, but he believes he should not disguise his meaning under softer words. In other words, he prizes being honest over being polite. It is better that he is true to himself, than pretend to be something he is not. That is a mantra he lives by.

Yen has an extremely extroverted nature. He is outgoing and spontaneous, with a restless energy about himself. A teenager beneath his maturity, he does not await his next venture but seeks it with youthful vigour. He may chase excitement and intrigue in equal measure, but he regards quantity before quality.

Yen is a very competitive person. Any bet or fight is game to him, and he will not hesitate to win - unless he desires otherwise. It is not far-fetched of this magician to make challenges towards unsuspecting foes. If he manages to lose a challenge, however, he will just pretend that the challenge is not yet over. He is not one to forget a loss, considering how serious he takes them. Chances are he will find the opportunity to... catch up on a previous challenge.

It would be wrong, however, if Yen were called impulsive. He has spent years of practice helping him channeling those impulses into something productive. He knows that violence is simply a means, and not the end itself. As such, he balances his desire to cut loose in fighting with the strict discipline his monastic life taught. He has sharpened his mind and senses, such that he has quite the keen eye for detail. It tends to lend itself well towards his plans and aspirations.

Yen is a stubborn boy, though he prefers the term passionate. When he has decided upon an objective (or meal as he calls it), he will devote all his efforts towards achieving it. This attitude can even devolve into him being possessive at times, especially when choosing his king candidates. He will fight tooth and nail to ensure that his chosen candidates remain his.

Likes: He may tout himself as mature, but his teenage years betray him. He enjoys flirting with good-looking men and women, but he finds himself flustered when dealing with long-term romance. It is no help that he has a fondness for small animals, which does not lend well to his bad boy persona. On the converse, he loves fighting with strong opponents. It is a simple pleasure, feeling adrenaline pump through his veins, and it affirms that he is truly alive and free. It is quite the surprise then that he values his alone time. Be it strolling through nature or simple meditation, he finds old habits die hard. He also has a passion for music, which inspired his focus upon sound magic. He would never admit this to anyone, but he would love to perform to a worldwide audience.

Dislikes: He has a dislike for confined spaces, since they remind him of his childhood trauma. He does not like rainy weather either, since he spends a lot of time travelling in the open air. He has never come to like coffee, though he has matured into liquor. He finds it bitter, and no amount of sugar can soothe it. He did manage to subdue his childish sweet-tooth, but more for his image. It is true that he would rather eat steak, however, than indulge in some chocolate.

Aspirations: Yen wants to turn the system upside down. He believes that the rukh should be divorced from the greater flow because it is a form of restriction. There can be no true freedom if another controls one’s action. On one hand, he views Solomon as a parental figure which the world must grow out from. They have been coddled for too long, and they need to be given the freedom necessary to make their own mature decisions.

On the other, he can see that the world has devolved into wars and famine under Solomon. He cannot allow innocent people suffer, chained with unfair fate. He wants to give them the power to make their own decisions, even if it means he must become a villain. His choices in king candidates derives itself from this aspiration: he chooses whoever will change the oppressive systems that restrict people's freedoms.

Phobias/fears: He fears that he might be restrained again, losing the freedom he has worked hard to achieve. He has always been restrained, whether literally or metaphorically. It was fear in his childhood, duty as a teenager and responsibility as an adult. He could never return to that life under yoke and prod. If he was enslaved under another’s will, it would be no life worth living.

Yen has a minor fear of confined spaces, based upon his childhood trauma. He has mostly overcome this fear, achieved through effort and perseverance - and a whole lot of meditation. Nevertheless, he will keep to the great outdoors whenever he can.

Face-Claim: Kuko Harai / Hypnosis

Hair Color: Reddish orange

Eye Color: Lime

Height: 174 cm (5' 7")

Weight: 61 kg (132 lbs)

Appearance: Yen is quite the pretty boy, truth be told. He has a pale complexion which complements his pink lips and lime-coloured eyes. His red hair, tussled into fluffy peaks, matches the natural blush upon his dimpled cheeks. He is rather ashamed of his looks, however, and has styled himself as a bad boy. He has some help from his pointed teeth, which he twists into a wolf-like grin, and his trickster eyes. He has also pierced his ears, more than a few times, to further this image.

He prefers to wear a crimson nordic riding hood over a loose shirt. Below, he wears either tight black denim or leather trousers, along with knee-high black leather boots with crimson laces. For colder weather, he substitutes his hood and jacket for a long crimson fur-hooded coat. In his monastic days, he had worn prayer-beads around his neck but he has forsaken them for silver chains - reminding him of what he wishes to break.

Rukh Alignment: Black

History: N/A

Role-Play Sample:
The salt-breeze licked the ebony cliffs with its biting cold, lifting loose sediment into the waters lolling about below. The shore was a graceful arc of smooth pebbles, bright white under the morning sun, a perfect place for the lazy ocean to lap. The waves rolled swift and invited brief flurries of sand upon the shore, before retreating with the ebbing waters.

    But the salt-breeze carried more than the usual sharp sting of spray. A thick stench hung upon the air, dizzying the mind with unsettling familiarity. It was the same smell that you might find with rusting iron on a ship's hull or fresh meat hanging on a butcher’s rack; it was the stench of blood. The black rocks were splattered with that vivid red, its excess mixing with the green below.

    ”This is exactly what I didn’t want…” A young man, clothed in scarlet leather, gazed at the black rukh gathering around the bloodied rocks. “I chose this goddamn place because I didn’t want to dirty my hands like this. Ugh, it’s like the world just does the exact opposite of what I want… Well, gotta make good use of what I got, right?” He thrust his wand towards the black rukh and commanded them to come nearer. As they neared him, he drew them through the wand and into his body, savouring the taste of that sorrow and hatred within. But he had greater plans for the black rukh than a simple meal,

    “See, I don’t care if the world doesn’t wanna help me,” As he spoke, his lips drew into a wolfish smile, “Cos this shitty world needs someone shitty like me to change it. You heard me? I’m gonna change this world, even if I make it my enemy!” He glared at the greying skies, as if challenging them, “Well then, guess it’s time I got this started, right?” With a widening of his wolf-like grin, he pointed his wand skywards and began his grand ritual,

    “O hall of the Dungeon, which art sacred to Solomon, manifest thyself in this place! Nihayat Alealam, open sesame!”

   As his incantation came to a close, the black rukh swarmed above the ocean before coalescing into a six-pointed star upon its surface. In response, the waters parted and the waves rushed towards the shore, as something huge began pushing upwards from the depths below. A scarlet smile arose upon those lips of a liar, joy seeping into the magician’s expression when he looked upon the fruits of his labour: a Dungeon was rising into the sky above.

    That wolf in sheep’s clothing had finally achieved his goal, and his confidence was now doubly-strong with the new Dungeon. But for the magician, this was simply the hunting-ground where he might secure a delicious feast - and not the feast itself. No, the feast known as a King Candidate would arrive soon, and he would dine upon their success.

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Magi Writing Contest Part 2. 50m7TS4

Name: Ren Susa
Country Affiliation: Wanderer
Race: Magi
Tier: A
Class: Magician | Assassin
Age + Birthdate: 36 | July 1st
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Personality:

+ compassionate
{Her heart aches for those whose plights coincide with her own. A motherly woman at her core, she tends to the earth and those who inhabit it with everything she has.}
+ resourceful
{There is nothing that can't be worked around. If there is an obstacle getting in the way of what she wants, she will find a way to overcome it.}
+ educated
{While the knowledge of the world is vast, she is well versed in its history and cultures. To her, as a Magi, that is the most important thing of all.}
+ protective
{For those she holds close are kept under her grand sphere. She would allow herself to be harmed before a friend or loved one if it came down to it.}

- distant
{What has broken a heart is a wound that is hard to mend. She prefers to keep her emotional distance from others.}
- melancholic
{Due to her short life of tragic experiences, she finds the times she is able to smile true few and far between. The moment she does is when she shines the brightest.}
- insecure
{Being a Magi isn't without its troubles. Often does she doubt her own skill and capability only to be brought back by her perseverance.}
- difficult
{More stubborn than an ox, it is hard to get her to change her opinions or outlooks on anything. Not even her past lover had enough sway over her to change her mind.}

Likes:

+ gardening
{Even despite her accursed touch, she holds an extraordinary love for plants and tending to the earth; particularly flowers. She abstains spider lilies with every fiber of her being.}
+ floral tea
{Linked with her adoration for flowers, she quite enjoys tea made with such. A morning enjoying a cup of tea is a shared pastime both her and her late lover had shared. Her favorite is rose tea.}
+ children
{A reminder of something she can never have yet allows her to appreciate them all the more so. She has a soft spot for them, often taking on an elder sister or motherly role in the younger lives she affects.}
+ fire
{The very element that had been melded and shaped by her late lover. She had never found beauty in it until she witnessed it flow around him with such grace.}

Dislikes:

- death
{Being surrounded by death for her entire life, she wishes for it to end. A world without it would be ideal yet she knows it is a necessity to make room for newer life.}
- lack of freedom
{Having been taught all her life to be bound by the shackles of fate, she rejects any constraints placed upon her. She does as she pleases and despises when anyone or anything tells her otherwise.}
- spider lilies
{A flower that was common in the beds of her clan and atop the caskets of their funerals. The symbol of death. They seem to follow her wherever she goes and she wishes they would go away.}
- sweets
{Her palate is sensitive to sugar to a degree where it makes her ill. While she can indulge in desserts and candies from time to time, her consumption of them is limited and she tends to avoid them.}

Aspirations:

Fate has bound her since the very first breath she drew when she came into this world. A leash that led her down a path lined with shattered glass and broken promises. Even as she wrapped herself up in the flames of love, even that faded to nothing but ashes in her palms.

Once upon a time, they shared a vision— to break away from the shackles of fate and forge their own path in the world. He was a warrior; bound to a code of honor branded into his back. She was noble; bound to the duties of her people. They ran from their lives in search of freedom. Yet at the end of a sword, he met his end and she was left alone.

Yet to this day, she carries this vision with a strong heart. No longer only for herself but for all who live. She will liberate them all.

Fears:

Love is a force that has proved itself to cause misfortune to those around her. A feeling so unsuspectedly placed in her heart yet ripped out of it all the same. It is not that she fears the feeling itself but the painful outcome she has found to be inevitable. Like life, it is never lasting and like death, its loss is permanent.

It is the possibility of failure that shakes her the most— to travel down the very path that could prevent her from ever reaching her goal. Her own demise is an outcome she can accept as she will have done all she could. Yet her dream falling apart while she is living is the nightmare that haunts her at every step.

Face-Claim: Yukako Yamagishi from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Periwinkle
Height: 167 cm (5' 6")
Weight: 56 kg (125 lbs)
Appearance:
Her eyes are the color of the morning sky. Soft blends of muted rose and golden shimmer against blanched cornflower blues. Inky strands flow from atop her head, winding and bending like ribbons, neatly trimmed and perfumed with camomile and ginger lily.

She is thin, almost ghostly in complexion, sparsely dappled with beauty marks clustered in simple constellations. Slender, well-manicured fingers lead to old, faded scars that run along the underside of her arm. Across her back are the remnants of leather lashes.

White is the tone of her garments, simple and decorated with patterns of what she can not touch. Small birds and beautiful arrays of botanicals adorned with remnants from the sea. Pearls and shells, polished to a pristine state, plucked by her very fingertips.

The surface of her hands is smooth, harboring a death-like chill. Her touch, albeit deadly to some, is always gentle. Like the wind grazing across your skin. She is a woman who means no harm yet holds the suffering of many upon her shoulders.

Rukh Alignment: Black
Role-Play Sample:
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Do you believe in fate?

A question that echoed within the depth of her heart. She can see that fleck of gold and amber— a flame once lost. Once she had answered:

I do.

Yet entangled they were within the red strings. Their fingers so far from reach. She could escape her duties, cover her skin in different cloth, change her identity— to feel fresh grass beneath her fingers— the warmth of his breath upon her cheek once more, even that would be enough.

Once they thought it to be a puzzle, something to solve. if the sun could long for the moon, then who was to say they could not meet in eclipse? Yet each piece they unraveled pulled them further apart like the ripping of tides until all she could see was his embers fade from her vision.

Fate was a force stronger than even herself. it is not something meant to be overcome. But as long as air draws into her lungs, she would stray from the path given to her. She breathes his name from her heart. A reminder of why she had made this decision— to break from the shackles of fate. But never to forget what she was.

So with her hands pressed upon the ground, she digs her roots into the earth. Rukh dances in clusters around her body and upwards into the skies. The sunset reflects off the periwinkle stars that gaze into its perfection. Each grain of sand swirls in wispy spirals, rising into alabaster pillars, etching every detail into the art they formed.

The ground rumbles and shakes as the desert sinks into itself to make room for something greater. A home for a being that in the right hands that she was sure could change destiny itself. Where she had failed, one may succeed in the war against powers greater than them all.

Time was all she needed to find them.

Just a bit longer.

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Magi Writing Contest Part 2. JovMNJ7
Name: Niobe Xanthus
Country Affiliation: Reim
Race: Human
Tier: A-tier
Class: Magi
Age + Birthdate: 35y.o (June 30th)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Personality:
With a smile as warm as summer and a loving gaze as sweet as honey, it would be simple to describe what kind of person Niobe was. She was a caring person who liked to indulge others and would be willing to sacrifice herself for her loved ones. Some would say she was a wise person and very forgiving as well. However, her loving and nurturing nature can easily be interpreted as an unhealthy obsession, especially towards her children. Although she was obsessive and protective, Niobe was not aware of being manipulative because her focus was on her children. She could also become a heartless person despite her warm personality, especially towards inadequate, ungrateful parents as well as those who mess with her children.

People would say that she was an enigmatic person. No one could tell what lie behind her smile. She was a natural when it involved concealing her emotions, whether she intended it or not. Despite all of that, Niobe also had her own unexpected sides, a few examples of it would be her clumsiness and her airheadedness. However, no one really knew if it was just an act or if it was truly another side of her personality.

Likes: Niobe loved children the most and she considered them as blessings of the world. She spent her days cooking homemade food and enjoying warm tea at night while listening to music, usually classical or nursery rhymes.

Dislikes:
As it was hard for her to even have her own children, she especially hated the negligent, awful parents who treated their children poorly.
Back then when she was still living in the orphanage, the owner of the place would be drinking excessively night and day. Because the owner was under the influence of alcohol, most of the orphans would have a lot of bruises and that was enough to make Niobe dislike that substance. It made people violent...


Aspirations: Niobe wanted to be the perfect, doting mother that would be loved and depended on by her own children. But to make that as a reality, the magician had to have her own children first. She had a dream to have children born from her own womb, her own blood, sweat and tears. Then once she completed her little family, she wanted to make the perfect world for her children, whatever her children desire, she would try her best to make it true, for her children happiness would be her priority.

Phobias/fears:
Niobe didn’t want to lose her children anymore and it scared her to the point she became obsessively protective of them. She would be devastated and heartbroken if her children die as she believed that children shouldn’t die before their parents, thus making it her greatest fear. Although this one might be only a worry thought that she had, she was a little bit scared of her children fighting each other as she only wanted a peaceful household, but she understood that it was inevitable due to the nature of the world.


Face-Claim: Fran- Wandering Witch: The Journey of Elaina
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 5’4ft (165 cm)
Weight: 132lbs(60 kg)
Appearance: Niobe was a pale skinned woman with a slender build and waist-length raven hair, she would usually be seen wearing a white shirt decorated with red ribbon and also beige baggy trousers. Her clothing would mostly be covered by her long dark blue robe and on the top of her head, a big hat that had a matching color with her robe would be resting there, with a red ribbon coiled around it. The magician’s eyes were as blue as aquamarine gems and it would be contrasted with her ruby drop earrings and her pale skin. There was also a beauty mark underneath her right eye, although some people said it indicates bad luck.

Rukh Alignment: Dark
Special Features: Beauty mark underneath her right eye
Role-Play Sample:
RP Sample:

Who was the wisest woman on earth? Some people might say it was their mother, for the unconditional love, the sacrifice she made... for heaven lies beneath the feet of your mother.

A happy hum could be heard from afar within the vast ocean and any people who listened to it would recognize the song immediately as the well known nursery rhyme from the Remano Empire. Her song would be as warm as the sun and as alluring as the siren’s voice, but as she reached the middle of the trade sea, she would stop humming. “Here would be good.”  

Magi Writing Contest Part 2. Tenor

Niobe, was her name. A slender, pale skinned woman cladded in an oversized robe, matching with her big hat that was covering her long, ravenous hair. Her appearance gave her a witch-like impression and she was one, a gifted magician, but that was not all. The rukh would begin to flutter around her and her giggles could be heard as she brushed her hands to the swarm of dark butterflies. Yes, she was loved by the rukh and she loved them back in return, for she was a Magi. “Now now, we don’t have time to play. I couldn’t wait to meet my children.” The rukh would begin to swirl on the top of Niobe’s scepter as she pointed it towards an empty ocean, it would be forming a shape of ball and it would be bigger as more rukh joined the swarm. Then the giant ball of rukh would float towards the water and it would create a magic circle there . Niobe would then speak softly, "Rise."

In a moment, the magic circle would glow and the size would suddenly expand before disappearing, as if it was drowning into the sea. Then the waves from the sea would start to be more violent, welcoming the dungeon that would be emerging from the depths of the ocean. Niobe would bring her hands together, happy that she managed to raise a dungeon, feeling happy that now she could fulfill her wish. “Now that my ‘womb’ is ready… I can finally reunite with my children again.” The woman slumped on her knee, feeling a little bit drained. “Ahh~ I am exhausted, but as a mother, this is truly nothing. I just have to be patient now before I can see them.”  


As she waited for sometime, the Magi  would be delighted to see some visitors as she floated high in front of the entrance. One was a warrior, with a determination on his eyes mixed with a hint of revenge and rage. Another was a pure hearted soul, a curious human it seemed. Her blue colored eyes would be scanning all the contenders one by one.  She would be able to see both white and black rukh floating around them and she would give approving nods with a smile carved on her face. The flying carpet made its way down, approaching the strangers slowly, but not too close, just enough for her to hold a conversation with them.

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“I have been waiting for you, child. Come now, Mater will guide you.” Niobe would smile, just like a mother towards her children… lovingly and caring as she guided the brave challengers, who would enter her ‘womb’ soon. Then after that she would wait, patiently. She would be waiting for her children to be born with a power and she would guide them with utmost care and love...just like a doting parent. She would do anything for them, yes… anything, even destruction.

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Name: Soondos Bint Ittack Ibn Hamza Al-Dabur
Country Affiliation: Balbadd - Zahid
Race: Magi
Tier: A-tier
Class: Magician - Tamer
Age + Birthdate: 24 - October 13th
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Personality:
A Twisted Persona:
A personality formed from something purer that was broken and forced to rationalize a world and life that felt broken from the start Soondos can almost be seen as a living contradiction. A generally pleasant acting woman she tends to go around trying to strike up a conversation and allow people up close to look at her alluring appearance, but this is all apart of whom she is, in reality, she doesn't care for any of them, and is instead sizing them all up for her own goals. Everyone is another actor in the grand story she is trying to direct, she either designates people as dark or light, not by what they are at the moment, but what potential she see's in them. For those designated as light it's simple, she acts kind, and as if she were even white rukh magi to those she can fool and the chance to enjoy the possible thrill of being caught is even enticing to her though she hides her tracks well as not too. Though don't be fooled, she cares very little about the happiness and success for them and instead views them as a method to achieve the real beauty she desires. The Magi having met entire neighborhoods of Dark Rukh people Soondos has fallen for their ability to struggle despite the white rukh people who seemingly had the world going their way as they won dungeons. However, she believes she can't get deep darkness unless she leaves lights so bright that everything else can do nothing but become a shadow. It is this entire belief that drives her core, that the world around her is to be enjoyed and for the world to be truly beautiful she needed lights so bright so she can make shadows so deep that she can watch in ecstasy as the light dims and dies.

Beyond people, she views the entire world as a piece of art and loves to enjoy walks through natures and cities, and though while she doesn't dislike filth she will decide if something is beautiful almost at random, but in reality, she is viewing it as art and seeing how the whole piece fits in her mind to this point she will change the scenery or people around her to fit the art she wishes to make real. The only time she shows her true self is often with insects, and she can even be seen going from sweet and seductive to a bit crude and loud as she talks to insects and arthropods she comes across, seeing them as one of the few things that can understand her.
Likes:

  • Determined People-Due to her desires to create dramatic and entertaining scenes Soondos finds people who try their hardest to complete their desires
    even if it goes against her own enticing beyond belief.

  • Insects and Arthropods-Having grown up learning about insects and similar creatures along with even caring for some she has developed a love for them that borders on obsessive, she even considers them to be some of the best lifeforms.

  • Fortune Telling-Her mother was a fortune teller as a second job and while she doesn't entirely believe in it she loves the act of it, and even testing things on fate to test its will and see how bright it will be, so she can see how dark the world around it will become.

Dislikes:

  • Neutral Figures- This Magi has seen and has learned of the acts of The Contractor and mixed with her experiences with indecisive people she hates people who try to place themselves as controllers of the scale as she believes it is a false concept and something foolish to achieve.

  • Cowards/weak people- Not that she hates weak people, but do to all the people she has seen just give up or accept death she has gained a great disdain for people who are mentally weak and easily give in or give up, as if a mirror for her love of determined people.

  • Beets-Not everything someone dislikes can be serious or deep, simply put she ate alot of beets as a child and it gave her a distaste for them to the point she will throw a plate against a wall if there's a single beet near her food.

Aspirations: For Soondas there is one goal that sits above all others in her eyes, and it comes from an odd yet simple place despite its somewhat complicated nature. As a kid the only time she would ever find peace from the life around her was at nighttime, staring at the moon and the stars. It was only after her home life ended in tragedy and she saw a star flicker out as she broke under the night sky did she finally learn why she loved the night, it wasn't because the moon was pretty or bright, it was how beautiful the darkness created by the presence of the light was, like how she loved the shadows in the day. For Soondas she wishes to recreate this in the world around her, she loves drama and intrigue, and people who fight against odds, while she prefers dark rukh people she wishes to create people who are so bright that it turns everyone around them to the darkness, all so she can fill the world with the deepest, and darkest black it has ever seen where she can watch even as the few lights left die in spectacular fashion like the stars in the sky. For a world where she can see the lights suffer and shine in the darkness as it fills the vast world around it, she would do anything, and she would never falter.

Phobias/fears: Soondas' fear is somewhat contradictory to her purpose and it would cause her to only descend deeper into her darkness quicker. As a result of her own home life and the other happy people around her who refused to save her and her mother from her father, she knew that she couldn't count on the bright people, for there was too many of them and it caused those in the darkness to suffer in weakness. Her fear is simply put that the light will overwhelm the world and kill the intrigue and angst that caused people like herself to come about the world, fo her a world where darkness is scarce it would send her into a violent rage where she might even try culling the numbers herself to make it quicker.
Face-Claim: Salome/Berserker - Fate/Grand Order
Hair Color: Green
Eye Color: Purple
Height: 167 cm
Weight: 64 kg
Appearance: An average height woman for the world around her she has a generally thinner build with some suppleness to her skin and slight hourglass frame it seems she might have suffered from malnutrition and possibly suffered a long-time limp as her foot naturally sits in a bow-legged stance and when she walks she even seems to lean on her staff a bit whenever she moves with her left foot. Generally, Soondos sways a bit as she stands and holds onto her staff, she knows she's attractive and she tends to move in a way to catch people's attention and lure them in closer. This is even made clearer by her clothing as she often wears clothes from Balbadd similar to what their belly dancers would wear, but with fewer veils and a crop-top-like shirt with a midriff that shows he pierced bellybutton. Her pants are often the same unless she wears her black outfit which is a long dress and is accompanied by stockings.
Rukh Alignment: Dark Rukh
Special Features: Eyes glow/shimmer under low light and a bit in the darkness, but not as bright as with lowlight like moonlight.
Role-Play Sample:
A Dungeon of Art in an Untouched Land:
The snowy fjords of The North Sea Isles were a cold and awe-inspiring place, and as the snow drifted down from the sky guided into the inlet guided along the cliff onto the water it would look and feel as if nature was taking a breath. Along the shallow shore, cool water fell on warm soil as a woman sitting at the boundary experienced the change of season as she breathed with the valley that decorated the landscape behind her.

"Mm, not quite like the waters of Balbadd, but refreshing nonetheless. " The woman spoke her words springy and her head swaying like grass as her green hair shook above her shoulders. "Though I'd love to go take a bare dip I suppose I have work to do..."

The woman stood, she wasn't quite tall, but she wasn't quite short either as she was just slightly on the higher side of average for humans and magicians and this proved useful as she walked back up the beach. There was a drop that shorter people couldn't climb, but she'd have no problem reaching and making it to the top. As she made it over the top she turned and plopped her seat on the edge as she seemed to lament for a moment. "It's a shame that I have to do it here, I would've preferred dropping this in the middle of Reim, but I suppose all things come in due time."

Ending her statement with a sigh she finally stood once more before reaching for a staff that had been leaning against a nearby boulder. It was simple, made from wood that could be found in most tropical forests around Balbadd but what made it stand out was the painted skull atop with a candle that had obviously burned as the wax dripped down the bone and into its and eyes and mouth to choke the decomposed decapitated head. It even held sturdy as she picked it up and tossed it between her hands like she was playing with batons before finally ending her game as she tossed it up and caught it with both of her hands. With her eyes closing and her general rocking stopping her demeanor changed as she began to focus.

The breeze of the valley halted just as the viridescent haired woman took in a deep breath and felt the wind still on her skin, her body seeming to stop in time as she and the valley refused to move forward in time for the moment. As time seemed like it was going to collapse in on itself she finally exhaled as the breath of the fjord came back with the snow as she began to focus her control of the magoi in her and the rukh in the world around her.

The wind began to pick up like the world around her was gasping for air and then suddenly in a sudden rush birds made of ghastly darkness and birds of dazzling golden light. They rushed down the steep sides of the cliffs in the fjords as they gathered around the shore she had previously been standing on. The shore had started to get warmer in opposite to the air that felt as if all life was being sapped from it. The beach got so hot that the little plants around it began bursting into flame and then finally as the wildfire's started the magi found herself caught in a flash feeling as if each moment was stuck as a painting as the light flashed in triple as lightning struck the beach three times. However, with the fire and smiting bolts from the sky that was not the most surprising thing as glass had erupted from the ground.  It grew and became more refined like a glassmaker at work as it formed from sand and earth into a palace with a port that obstructed the majority of the inlet. As the light began to shine off it and into the Magi's eyes she came back from her trance as she began to giggle in response to what she had done.

"Oh it's fantastic, I will miss the beach but this is an art in itself." Pulling both of her slender, guileful hands to her lip she would kiss them as her violet nails grazed her own skin for a moment before she sent it forward blowing a kiss towards the dungeon. "I'm sure people will find this quickly, but I don't need them to I suppose, after all, I have you."

At that moment as she turned it was revealed who she was talking to, two children from Reim, and their parents nearby. One of them began to cry, but she just picked him up and carried him off towards the dungeon before returning to the younger tied up brother.

"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!" He cried as he was yanked by his baby blue hair, but his tears fell on deaf ears as he was dragged to a cliff near the shore. It wasn't too tall, but it would definitely hurt, or kill if thrown down wrong.

"Oh you didn't know?" She stopped and lifted him up by his neck now finally willing to answer him as her voice was broken by giggles. "You need the brightest lights for there to be any shadows, and your brother is loved by fate while you aren't"

"P-P-PLEASE I D-DON'T WANNA I DON'T WANNA DIEEEEE."
He sobbed loudly with snott bubbling from his nose like magma breaking through the earth.

"Then prove it." With her words sounding like bitter poison she drove a bloodied dagger into his side, the same one she killed his parents with, and with that she threw him off hearing his limbs crack on the rocks below like the shells that decorated it. "Oh and I'd watch out for the incoming tide, cutie."

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Magi Writing Contest Part 2. 877b4ca720655f551f362637eaf70165327f9213
Name: Zoroaster
Country Affiliation: Wanderer
Race: Magician- Magi
Tier: A-tier
Class: Magician-Magi
Age + Birthdate: April 7th
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Asexual
Personality: Most people were fools. They wished to control others, to impose their will, their sense of being onto others. This was a trait, viler than all of man's sins. Everyone wished to paint the world in their own picture, Zoroaster was no different except she acknowledged it, along with that she was a woman of contradiction and conviction. More than belief, it was her way of thinking, her code of life.  It was because of this, she believed everyone deserved to have that same say, that same selfish desire. Even if she chose to be cold to most people, to push them against each other to strive it was for what she believed was a righteous cause.

Always quick to analyze she often expresses it as well, whether it be judging herself, or the situation at hand she will crudely let her opinions be known. Despite this, she often enjoys seeing how people are. To her the world is something for everyone to take place in, for many the world was decided and fate had been dictated for a safer path at the happiness of the masses. People wishing to perpetuate the will of Solomon were only pushing another brand of slavery on the world. Despair would rise with the moon, joy would rise with the sun. People were too complex to be forced into certain fates or understanding, they were all prone to fluctuate. There was no balance, there was no true black or white. Many of those stuck between found themselves gravitating towards their salvation or depravity, she would use her own depravity to remove both and grant only freedom. She also only wished to enjoy her life, to enjoy her freedom, yet until she truly felt free she would fight.
Likes:

  • Painting~ Her oldest and truest love. It taught her how to express and understand a world that constantly through strife and misdirection.

  • In-Depth Exploration~ There was a beauty to the world that someone could only see by being close to it, feeling it between your toes, and hearing the song of the world.

  • Magic~ A love similar to painting, this not only comes from her identity as a magi but from the connections magic had in showing her the world, in her ability to interact with it.

  • Rosewater Candies~A peculiar treat but still a popular one near some of the northern tribes near Balbadd. No specific reason, she just rather enjoys the floral taste.

Dislikes:

  • Peanuts~ Too earthy of a taste for her preference, cashews are much better in their salty flavor.

  • Hummus~ She doesn't get the big deal, it tastes mashed peas and poverty.

  • Solomon~ His intentions may have been good, but his actions were just as wrong as Ill Illah. No matter the path, it's a form of favoritism, of a forced world for the sake o a potential balance rather than letting life live. His will is a plague to the freedom of all people.

  • The Contractor~ Almost just as bad as Solomon himself. Only having met the magician a few times she is aware of his goals, of his actions which treated the lives of all as playthings, as if the world was his fate to decide for balance.

Aspirations: For many aspirations were but a reason or drive to live. It was the imposed or self-chosen goals, and in that truest sense, Zoroaster did believe. She aims not because she can, but because it is the right of life to do so. It was up to the individual to prove their worth, to make the world in which they believed in. That is what Aster aspired to do, to push the aspirations of others in the world, for people to have their say in fate. She aims to empower others, not with the only djinn, in whichever ways she could in order to bring the world to collapse, she wishes to rebuild a world in which one's fate belongs to them only.
Phobias/fears: Fear was the chains that bound one's soul, it was also the guiding and driving force behind all life. There was no more true a case than the Magi Zoroaster. For many, it was death, for her it was a connection to the flow. The golden direction, the changing and blessed direction of Solomons Will. Most of life was ensnared within its golden grip, and that is what truly frightens her, to have her life recycled and sacrificed. She wished for her identity to be known, to be unique. She could die and vanish but at least she'd be herself, anything was better than dying and falling into an erasure of her soul.
Face-Claim: Abigail Jones- The Great Pretender
Hair Color: Light Sable Brown
Eye Color: Stone grey
Height: 165cm
Weight: 57kg
Appearance: Like a doll made of rich copper tones and sun-speckled skin, the average height but petite framed magi stood proud. As if she was always attempting to show off her feature the magician carries swagger in everyone one of her steps. Her short, but barely maintained soil brown hair would shake with each step, its fine sleek texture flowing with the wind. With a slight hourglass curve but not much she barely drew the attention of onlookers, with the silk clothing she chose accentuating what shape her body held. Mainly staying within ranges of greens and black, as these were the colors she felt most comfortable to adorn herself in.

With a frame tightly held, as if to hide her body language in a calculated pose her face was her true canvas. Wishing to show no opening in her stance her sharp features would either be offputting or alluring to those who stared for too long. With a small upturned nose and small, but lush lips her face seems almost pouty. To further accentuate this the stone grey orbs she called eyes tend to be held in an intense stare from the sharp almond shape to her eyes. Her stare only seeming to piece further behind long cat-eye lashes and thin, but dark eyebrows curving with her rounded features well. While loving jewelry and how it accentuates her outfit she never chooses to wear makeup, her art is meant for the canvas and the world.
Rukh Alignment: Black
Special Features: None
Role-Play Sample:
The world was a canvas, scrapped twice over. Passed between hands the edges of its' paper furled. It had been painted in white, a parhelion against the image of the sun, of the original light, tainted black. A clash filled with vibrant azures, the rich cosmic blues meant to hold back the night. The parchment had changed, but darkness eventually consumed all, as the primordial black scared off the light once again. Within new hands, the world set on a proper. It would work until a brush took control on its own. To tint everything, in the purest of ivory and Ebony, to strip all color from the painting of life. This time, unlike any other, would see other brushes rise to redraw the world, to correct its' image. While others would rise to redraw it entirely. The light stole, it drove out the chance for anything but its brilliance. The dark was what allowed for the light to shine, for the color to have a chance to shine in the world.


"Brughahhhhhhhh" Clouds would form from a single breath. It really was too cold, too cold for Aster at least. Short breaths and frozen air would make it hard for her to warm hands bitten by the winter, inflicting it with deep amethysts and pale, frosty blues.

"Har-Har Fanu." She would whisper soft enough to be muffled by the gentle snowfall. From it, the rukh would tremble, from just a weak mutter and the meek raise of a golden-rod hid beneath poorly chosen silk robes.

Flickering, in a womb of heat it grew. Before her in a ball of swirling heat that would grow. Forming, a child of flame it was born. A simple, but powerful flame to guide a coming blizzard, and most importantly warmth. It would embrace her in blazing arms as she ventured up the mountains. She could've viewed the world from the skies, but there was majesty in dancing with the earth, with enduring the elements.

It was in the struggle that beauty was born, it was in disasters that new life could be born. It was in dungeons that a King could be born. New kings must exist, there must exist struggle but no winner, no balance. There was no such thing, only life. It was from life she had learned two things, one could not escape being magi or their duties. The second thing she had learned, was that Solomon was wrong.

Divine right did not exist, it was that hubris that turned god and man against each other. It was a mercy to a dying race, a bastion which would be Ill Allah's own demise. He was a fool as well, not even God was absolute.

She was a fool too, for cutting her hair only a week before choosing to venture to the peak of the world. As the stories had told, however, even fools could stumble upon treasure. "And what is life, but the greatest gift of all.." would part from cracked lips painted crimson.

Up above, kissing the heavens with hard, jagged, frigid lips the earth lovingly met the sky. It was clear, with a sea of clouds dotted with peaks of lesser mountains. Stretching to a horizon strewn with vivid imagery. Scarlet danced from the setting sun. Mingling with the last of the yellow light, guiding it off, stretching into edges of blue turned purple and pink as the day would say it's goodnight.

"What a better herald for a new age than the twilight. إرتفع مفتاح الماضي و تاج الملوك" With the words of the Torran once again the Rukh would tremble. This time more than a shake, the world would shake upon its very roots. She would stare back into her own eyes through the back of the stave, a moment of staring into her lush emeralds hidden in the gold. The visage would vanish, as the stave thrust into the air, calling forth the rukh.

And with her plea, the great flocks of fate's birds would come. Erupting forth from the great mountain peak's face. Thousands of them, light with their sunflower wings and the dark contrasting with their dark wine feathers. Forming, entwining in a new shape as an avalanche would follow. Snow, rising, drifting away as a grant tower would begin to take form.

Just as the rukh intertwined so would the frame of the great pillar. Metal forming from the magic, wrapping like the roots of a tree. Growing, gripping tighter and tighter, weaving into a tight shape. Breaking further and further above into the air amongst the east's highest point. As it grew it truly was a great tree of metal, of a shimmering void. A dark, deep metal that branched off into the sky, and beneath this, there was a beauty. From the light's slightest touch it would respond, resounding in beauty. Thousands and thousands of little beacons hid inside, shining with every color of the rainbow.

Finally, the gate's growth would halt. Whilst the sun was gone, the great black metal branches of the dungeon would surely be able to grip it in daybreak.

Now she only had one more duty. To pick a king, sending them as a sacrifice in hopes they would bloom in the night. One to use the world to fight against fate's iron shackles. She now held the brush, she would ensure others would hold it as well. For if eventually, they did, no one would write their stories, or control the canvas ever again.

Angelus

Angelus
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6 is my vote. I loved 6's writing beforehand, and love the character now. It's a great well written Magi with a really good FC, and an intriguing personality. Her ambitions I believe reflect how some black rukh feel on the site, and would even garner more black rukh. Good luck.


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Nioh

Nioh
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My vote is for 3! Well written and a compelling character, though I have to admit I've got a soft spot for mother-figures.


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Neppy

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I would like to vote for Number 5 :)


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Hyperion Tol Baelsar

Hyperion Tol Baelsar
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4


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Noir Ecryola

Noir Ecryola
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Chysanthos Mira

Chysanthos Mira
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10Magi Writing Contest Part 2. Empty Re: Magi Writing Contest Part 2. 24/02/21, 03:01 pm

Diana Corvus

Diana Corvus
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11Magi Writing Contest Part 2. Empty Re: Magi Writing Contest Part 2. 24/02/21, 07:24 pm

Silva Kaida

Silva Kaida
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3


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12Magi Writing Contest Part 2. Empty Re: Magi Writing Contest Part 2. 25/02/21, 09:45 am

Sara Mcdonald

Sara Mcdonald
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I vote for one, I still greatly enjoy their style of writing.


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Lagi

Lagi
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14Magi Writing Contest Part 2. Empty Re: Magi Writing Contest Part 2. 26/02/21, 12:38 am

Menat

Menat
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Since I already said it on Discord.

6. I love the concept of a dark rukh Magi that literally walks the line in between Solomon and the Contractor. Nothing feels more "against fate" that rejecting both choices and carving a completely new path for themselves.


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15Magi Writing Contest Part 2. Empty Re: Magi Writing Contest Part 2. 26/02/21, 05:45 am

Mita

Mita
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3


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16Magi Writing Contest Part 2. Empty Re: Magi Writing Contest Part 2. 28/02/21, 10:06 pm

Merrze

Merrze
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voting for number 2


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17Magi Writing Contest Part 2. Empty Re: Magi Writing Contest Part 2. 09/03/21, 11:28 am

Hyperion Tol Baelsar

Hyperion Tol Baelsar
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Voting for 3 for the next round.


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18Magi Writing Contest Part 2. Empty Re: Magi Writing Contest Part 2. 09/03/21, 12:03 pm

Angelus

Angelus
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Casting vote for 3.


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19Magi Writing Contest Part 2. Empty Re: Magi Writing Contest Part 2. 09/03/21, 01:16 pm

Zuzu Mansur

Zuzu Mansur
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I must first apologise for being absent in the first voting round. But I am here now! So, let's get down to business: these two profiles are not just good, but very good. I love Ren and Morrigan because they fill the two roles of 'character' and 'magi', which I thought would prove a problem. Ren has this flower motif, delicate and beautiful like herself, while Morrigan seems a plot-device made manifest - in the best sense.

After much review, I decided that Ren was more appealing to me. I was close to voting for her role-play sample in the previous round, and that flowing writing has passed down into this profile as well. If she is chosen, I would love to see where Ren will go!


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Magi Writing Contest Part 2. Xaj4qc7

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20Magi Writing Contest Part 2. Empty Re: Magi Writing Contest Part 2. 09/03/21, 04:02 pm

Chysanthos Mira

Chysanthos Mira
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3


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21Magi Writing Contest Part 2. Empty Re: Magi Writing Contest Part 2. 17/03/21, 01:10 pm

Merrze

Merrze
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This was honestly a really hard choice, I really loved both apps equally, and history really would've been the thing to win me over to differentiate function and form or just maybe that small piece to understanding a character. That aside, with what I read from this both I get so much depth of personality, interesting goals and wonderful characters. For me the deciding factor was really just in this case which I would like to see as these are both outstanding quality. My vote is for Morrigan simply for the fact I'd love to see how she plans to interact or weave those stories, or even just be small hand in its narration, its a great chance to show how a plot device can seem simple at first but have great depth.


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22Magi Writing Contest Part 2. Empty Re: Magi Writing Contest Part 2. 17/03/21, 08:43 pm

Naofumia

Naofumia
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Magi Writing Contest Part 2. A25qPHA

23Magi Writing Contest Part 2. Empty Re: Magi Writing Contest Part 2. 18/03/21, 09:13 am

Naofumia

Naofumia
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C-Tier

Needed to change to vote between 1 and 3 so id Vote 1.


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