Hello everyone if you got a few minutes please read my story, I’ll appreciate it. Before we start a little about myself you would probably like to know, i am 18 years old i have been training martial arts and fitness for past few years,i have ocd, never drunk or smoked, healthy lifestyle fan. So let me stop wasting your time and let’s get into the story: The last few months I was watching a lot of “self improvement” youtubers, millionaires etc.. and I’ve been applying their methods in my life such as eating healthy working out 4-5 times per week reading more books, getting more sleep, which all worked great and for sure improved the quality of my life. But one day I came across this “dopamine detox” trend which I must say didn’t work so well for me. As the days and weeks passed by I got into this trend and decided to delete mostly of my social media, very low to no screen time, just training and reading and reading and gaining knowledge, it has also inspired me to become a “ghost” which these self improvement gurus say it’s a crucial step for every masculine man to take in his life. So I stopped hanging out with friends completely(besides school), absolutely no communication with other people, to sum it up with few words, basically I took it so serious i gave my life to self improvement that led me nearly to a mental breakdown yesterday and 1 day after, here I am writing in panic, burning stomach, feeling like my whole body is shaking and shivers and that has been going on for a day now and i can not stop it no matter what I do. I’m scared I will never be the way I was before. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so nervous for no reason before. If you came all the way through here i must say thank you for taking your time and reading my story❤️

Hello everyone if you got a few minutes please read my story, I’ll appreciate it. Before we start a little about myself you would probably like to know, i am 18 years old i have been training martial arts and fitness for past few years,i have ocd, never drunk or smoked, healthy lifestyle fan. So let me stop wasting your time and let’s get into the story: The last few months I was watching a lot of “self improvement” youtubers, millionaires etc.. and I’ve been applying their methods in my life such as eating healthy working out 4-5 times per week reading more books, getting more sleep, which all worked great and for sure improved the quality of my life. But one day I came across this “dopamine detox” trend which I must say didn’t work so well for me. As the days and weeks passed by I got into this trend and decided to delete mostly of my social media, very low to no screen time, just training and reading and reading and gaining knowledge, it has also inspired me to become a “ghost” which these self improvement gurus say it’s a crucial step for every masculine man to take in his life. So I stopped hanging out with friends completely(besides school), absolutely no communication with other people, to sum it up with few words, basically I took it so serious i gave my life to self improvement that led me nearly to a mental breakdown yesterday and 1 day after, here I am writing in panic, burning stomach, feeling like my whole body is shaking and shivers and that has been going on for a day now and i can not stop it no matter what I do. I’m scared I will never be the way I was before. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so nervous for no reason before. If you came all the way through here i must say thank you for taking your time and reading my story❤️

Hey all, same song and dance here....looking for guidance.
30yo, two liberal arts degrees from a major public university, was in logistics out of school but picked up bartending on the side for fun and fell IN LOVE with it. Left the cushy job to pursue this career and it went very well until the General Manager hours broke my body down. Routinely 80+hrs/week.
Secured a job as a remote project manager in January but I find it so incredibly boring. I've always been successful at whatever I've wanted to do, and I'm good at this, but I feel unapplied and unfulfilled. Sometimes I wish a company could pluck me out of the ether and take a chance on me but my resume is very unconventional.
Not sure what my next step or goal should be, any advice is appreciated!

Balzleban was nothing if not cautious.
An ambassador called forth by the council of his people, he was personable, intelligent, and one of the few of his race that didn’t possess their natural naivete. Thanks to his gift of skepticism, in his years of service he had amassed a body of individuals charged with defense and support of him in difficult situations.
It was no weakness to acknowledge one’s shortcomings; instead of trying to bluff his way through interactions he knew nothing about, he listened to the words, warnings, and calculations of those with good track records and recommendations. He could not trust himself to make judgement calls- but he trusted others in judging of those who could.
That was why today, he left his ship with no less than eight xenos bodyguards, informants, and interpreters at his side. The interaction that would take place today would herald the end of a war that had lasted for over three hundred years.
The ship rested behind him on the dock, engines cooling. Before him the ambassador of the CoolNee waited patiently, as was ever their strength. Patience and subterfuge, countered by the brute power of his people. Every time they had bared their throats in a show of peace, the CoolNee had broken their pacts- but this time, it would be different.
Balzleban scanned his retinue for peace of mind. Two machine-beings incapable of rest constantly evaluated their surroundings. In front of them were his interpreter of language and cultural significance, his interpreter of situation and context, two bodyguard from his own people who both carried enough armaments to flatten a city, and a dangerous looking creature from the rancid prisons of a fringe world. It sniffed the air, continuously on the lookout for blood-hunger.
Alongside that creature was the newest addition to his retinue, a human woman with long black hair, a tall rifle of some sort, and several sidearms. She had come highly recommended as an expert in unseen threats; though the description was vague, Balzleban had erred on the side of caution and submitted a request of service.
She’d been on his payroll for two months now and, aside from the odd word here and there, had not truly contributed much that could not be done by the others. He was beginning to wonder if her services were redundant. They approached the CoolNee ambassador, who stood alone beside the entrance to the pact hall.
“Haio, Balzleban. A pleasure to see you again.”
“Let us hope it is the last time, Nogguran.” Balzleban responded. “Where are the rest of the ambassadors? Pellidan, Farati?”
Nogguran spoke smoothly to ease his anxieties. “They await below, Balzleban. No need for concern.”
Balzleban turned to his retinue. The machines flashed green, the specialists waved assent, the bodyguards stood ready, and the beast-thing grumbled with hunger. Only the human seemed put off, her eyes narrowed.
Odd. She was usually so reserved.
Balzleban addressed her. “Is there a concern, Lydia?”
She spoke quietly, eyes shifting side to side. “Something’s wrong.”
Nogguran was quick to assuage her misgivings. Maybe too quick- but Balzleban could never tell.
“Of course not- merely a small change in the traditional reception. No need to worry.”
Lydia dropped a hand to her belt and made some motion that Balzleban couldn’t decipher.
“I’m certain. Let’s proceed then.”
Balzleban followed Nogguran down the path into the pact hall. His mind, shackled as it was by his trusting nature, could not see what was hidden. Yet he knew that he was a blind child being led by those he’d been told could see.
They filed into the pact hall after Nogguran. Balzeban turned back to address his retinue and saw the human’s eyes widen as she stepped across the threshold.
“Lydia-”
The human female unslung her rifle and primed it. “We need to leave immediately. There’s a trap of some kind up ahead.”
Balzeban looked from her to the rest of his advisors. The machines showed no alert; his interpreters calm, bodyguards relaxed, and even the beast creature showed no sign of disturbance.
Was the human to be trusted? She had shown no affinity for independent reports of danger before.
“Balzeban. You need to get out of here, now!”
He was nothing if not cautious.
Balzeban shouted behind him as he ran back up the exit, followed closely by his bodyguards and the machines.
“Apologies Nogguran! One of my advisors suggests foul play, and I’m led to believe her. Another time, perhaps.”
Nogguran turned back towards them, hands spread. “Please, be-”
The human’s shot went clear through his head, revealing it to be a hologram. Nogguran shattered. The beast thing began to growl- unpleasant sounds reminiscent of soldiers began to echo about the chamber.
The doors leading back to the dock had been locked from the outside, of course. His bodyguards set to making short work of the blockade.
Balzeban turned back to the human, who stood at the bottom of the stairs alongside the beast thing.
Lydia activated some sort of device and a shield popped up before her, blocking the stairwell. Through the murky green haze of the shield Balzeban could see a mass of mercenary soldiers, perfect for an ambush had they ventured further in.
“Come, Lydia! The doors are open!”
They left the lair of the CoolNee to see enemy forces closing in on his ship. Had they waited any longer, their only means of egress would have most definitely fallen into enemy hands.
They rushed for the ship, machines and bodyguards on either side giving and receiving fire as they blocked Balzleban with their bodies. The human sprinted alongside them, long rifle coughing out bursts of light. The beast thing gnawed on something unpleasant while the interpreters ran tokeep up with them, clothing flapping.
They piled into the ship- the pilot immediately cycled the engines and took off.
Balzeban paused. It should have taken over a half hour for the engines to prepare for sub-orbital flight. Instead of fighting off a horde of mercenaries, they were already safe in the air and headed for the nearest Order outpost.
Balzleban composed himself and approached the human, who was performing maintenance on her weapon. She looked at him, dark eyes satisfied.
He gestured to the pilot.
“You knew? You warned of immediate evacuation?”
“Call it a hunch.”
“How did you know? The machines reported no threat, the-”
“Some things,” Lydia said as she popped out the power cartridge for cleaning, “Can’t be recognized. They have to be felt. It felt wrong, and it was.”
She clicked the cartridge back into place. “I learned long ago to always trust my gut.”
Balzleban returned to the bridge, mind humming along at the events that had taken place.He didn’t understand even in the slightest, but the human had obviously warned and saved them from what would have been a fairly unfavorable ambush.
Balzeban looked over his retinue, mostly unscathed, and decided that the human had already earned her pay up to that point, and would most likely do so in the future.
Even if it was just a ‘gut instinct’.
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Hey all, same song and dance here....looking for guidance.
30yo, two liberal arts degrees from a major public university, was in logistics out of school but picked up bartending on the side for fun and fell IN LOVE with it. Left the cushy job to pursue this career and it went very well until the General Manager hours broke my body down. Routinely 80+hrs/week.
Secured a job as a remote project manager in January but I find it so incredibly boring. I've always been successful at whatever I've wanted to do, and I'm good at this, but I feel unapplied and unfulfilled. Sometimes I wish a company could pluck me out of the ether and take a chance on me but my resume is very unconventional.
Not sure what my next step or goal should be, any advice is appreciated!

Everything in my inventory is up for trade. The most valuable items are listed here, the rest you can find in My Inventory

Feel free to Add Me or even better send a Trade Offer. Open for any suggestions: upgrades, downgrades / knives, gloves, skins / stickers, patterns, floats.

All Buyouts are listed in cash value.

KNIVES

★ Butterfly Knife Freehand FN #1, B/O: $2500

★ Butterfly Knife Ultraviolet FT, B/O: $822

★ Butterfly Knife Scorched FT, B/O: $616

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★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth MW #1, B/O: $1300

★ Bayonet Autotronic FN, B/O: $1050

★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth MW, B/O: $629

★ Bayonet Bright Water FT, B/O: $326

★ Bayonet Safari Mesh BS, B/O: $233

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★ Karambit Lore FT, B/O: $1110

★ Karambit Damascus Steel FT, B/O: $840

★ Karambit Freehand MW, B/O: $784

★ Karambit Bright Water MW, B/O: $759

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★ M9 Bayonet Fade FN, B/O: $1801

★ M9 Bayonet Fade FN, B/O: $1801

★ M9 Bayonet Damascus Steel FN, B/O: $751

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★ Nomad Knife Fade FN, B/O: $1156

★ Nomad Knife Slaughter MW, B/O: $544

★ Nomad Knife Blue Steel WW, B/O: $318

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★ Flip Knife Marble Fade FN, B/O: $646

★ Flip Knife Doppler (Phase 4) FN, B/O: $574

★ Flip Knife Gamma Doppler (Phase 1) MW, B/O: $552

★ Flip Knife Case Hardened FT, B/O: $257

★ Flip Knife Freehand FT, B/O: $255

★ StatTrak™ Flip Knife Bright Water FN, B/O: $287

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★ Huntsman Knife Lore FN, B/O: $461

★ Huntsman Knife Gamma Doppler (Phase 4) FN, B/O: $436

★ Huntsman Knife Doppler (Phase 3) FN, B/O: $353

★ Huntsman Knife Autotronic FT, B/O: $212

★ Huntsman Knife Bright Water FT, B/O: $129

★ Huntsman Knife Forest DDPAT MW, B/O: $129

★ Huntsman Knife Forest DDPAT BS, B/O: $123

★ StatTrak™ Huntsman Knife Rust Coat BS, B/O: $127

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★ Bowie Knife Gamma Doppler (Phase 2) FN, B/O: $375

★ Bowie Knife Gamma Doppler (Phase 1) FN, B/O: $363

★ Bowie Knife Tiger Tooth FN, B/O: $269

★ Bowie Knife Crimson Web WW, B/O: $192

★ Bowie Knife Bright Water FN, B/O: $159

★ Bowie Knife Ultraviolet FT, B/O: $126

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★ Stiletto Knife Slaughter FN, B/O: $616

★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web FT, B/O: $412

★ StatTrak™ Stiletto Knife Night Stripe FT, B/O: $227

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★ Falchion Knife Lore FT, B/O: $214

★ Falchion Knife Autotronic FT, B/O: $192

★ Falchion Knife Scorched WW, B/O: $105

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★ Survival Knife Crimson Web BS, B/O: $216

★ Survival Knife Case Hardened FT, B/O: $198

★ Survival Knife Scorched FT, B/O: $111

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★ Shadow Daggers Fade FN, B/O: $368

★ Shadow Daggers Doppler (Phase 3) FN, B/O: $228

★ Shadow Daggers, B/O: $201

★ Shadow Daggers Damascus Steel FT, B/O: $108

★ Shadow Daggers Ultraviolet FT, B/O: $105

★ Shadow Daggers Black Laminate FT, B/O: $99

★ Shadow Daggers Forest DDPAT FT, B/O: $85

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★ Gut Knife Doppler (Sapphire) MW #1, B/O: $1700

★ Gut Knife Gamma Doppler (Phase 1) FN, B/O: $223

★ Gut Knife Marble Fade FN, B/O: $203

★ Gut Knife Doppler (Phase 2) FN, B/O: $191

★ Gut Knife Case Hardened BS, B/O: $127

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★ Navaja Knife Doppler (Phase 4) FN, B/O: $199

★ Navaja Knife Doppler (Phase 4) FN, B/O: $199

★ Navaja Knife, B/O: $138

★ Navaja Knife Damascus Steel FN, B/O: $111

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★ Classic Knife Urban Masked FT, B/O: $146

★ StatTrak™ Classic Knife Stained BS, B/O: $168

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★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Phase 3) FN, B/O: $476

★ Ursus Knife, B/O: $375

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★ Skeleton Knife, B/O: $1137

★ Talon Knife, B/O: $608

★ Paracord Knife, B/O: $305

★ Survival Knife Forest DDPAT FT, B/O: $97

GLOVES

★ Moto Gloves Transport MW, B/O: $204

★ Moto Gloves Polygon BS, B/O: $142

★ Moto Gloves Blood Pressure BS, B/O: $84

★ Moto Gloves Blood Pressure BS, B/O: $84

★ Moto Gloves 3rd Commando Company BS, B/O: $63

★ Moto Gloves 3rd Commando Company BS, B/O: $63

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★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Kimono WW, B/O: $1215

★ Specialist Gloves Tiger Strike FT, B/O: $672

★ Specialist Gloves Lt. Commander FT, B/O: $305

★ Specialist Gloves Lt. Commander BS, B/O: $140

★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Web BS, B/O: $137

★ Specialist Gloves Buckshot FT, B/O: $75

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★ Driver Gloves Crimson Weave FT, B/O: $359

★ Driver Gloves Imperial Plaid BS, B/O: $229

★ Driver Gloves Overtake BS, B/O: $77

★ Driver Gloves Racing Green FT, B/O: $48

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★ Sport Gloves Omega FT, B/O: $739

★ Sport Gloves Amphibious BS #2, B/O: $733

★ Sport Gloves Arid BS, B/O: $292

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★ Hand Wraps Giraffe MW, B/O: $212

★ Hand Wraps Leather FT, B/O: $160

★ Hand Wraps Desert Shamagh MW, B/O: $101

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★ Broken Fang Gloves Yellow-banded MW, B/O: $185

★ Broken Fang Gloves Needle Point FT, B/O: $67

★ Broken Fang Gloves Needle Point WW, B/O: $59

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★ Hydra Gloves Case Hardened BS, B/O: $65

★ Hydra Gloves Emerald FT, B/O: $65

★ Hydra Gloves Emerald BS, B/O: $62

WEAPONS

AK-47 Case Hardened BS, B/O: $130

AK-47 Bloodsport MW, B/O: $79

AK-47 Fuel Injector BS, B/O: $76

AK-47 Fuel Injector BS, B/O: $76

AK-47 Bloodsport FT, B/O: $70

AK-47 Neon Rider MW, B/O: $60

StatTrak™ AK-47 Aquamarine Revenge FT, B/O: $72

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AWP Fade FN, B/O: $1039

AWP Asiimov FT, B/O: $139

AWP Asiimov FT, B/O: $139

AWP Wildfire MW, B/O: $95

AWP BOOM MW, B/O: $93

AWP BOOM MW, B/O: $93

AWP Duality FN, B/O: $81

AWP Asiimov BS, B/O: $79

AWP Asiimov BS, B/O: $79

AWP Chromatic Aberration FN, B/O: $60

StatTrak™ AWP Hyper Beast FT, B/O: $68

StatTrak™ AWP Hyper Beast FT, B/O: $68

StatTrak™ AWP Electric Hive FT, B/O: $55

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Desert Eagle Blaze FN, B/O: $623

Desert Eagle Emerald Jörmungandr FN, B/O: $241

Desert Eagle Cobalt Disruption FN, B/O: $81

Desert Eagle Cobalt Disruption FN, B/O: $81

Desert Eagle Cobalt Disruption FN, B/O: $81

Desert Eagle Printstream FT, B/O: $54

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M4A1-S Blue Phosphor FN, B/O: $434

StatTrak™ M4A1-S Bright Water MW, B/O: $55

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M4A4 Poseidon FN, B/O: $1465

M4A4 Asiimov BS, B/O: $55

M4A4 Hellfire MW, B/O: $50

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USP-S Kill Confirmed MW, B/O: $72

USP-S Printstream FT, B/O: $69

StatTrak™ USP-S Kill Confirmed FT, B/O: $139

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AUG Flame Jörmungandr FN, B/O: $234

P90 Run and Hide FT, B/O: $147

Five-SeveN Candy Apple FN, B/O: $61

Trade Offer Link - Steam Profile Link - My Inventory

Knives - Bowie Knife, Butterfly Knife, Falchion Knife, Flip Knife, Gut Knife, Huntsman Knife, M9 Bayonet, Bayonet, Karambit, Shadow Daggers, Stiletto Knife, Ursus Knife, Navaja Knife, Talon Knife, Classic Knife, Paracord Knife, Survival Knife, Nomad Knife, Skeleton Knife, Patterns - Gamma Doppler, Doppler (Phase 1, Phase 2, Phase 3, Phase 4, Black Pearl, Sapphire, Ruby, Emerald), Crimson Web, Lore, Fade, Ultraviolet, Night, Marble Fade (Fire & Ice, Fake FI), Case Hardened (Blue Gem), Autotronic, Slaughter, Black Laminate, Tiger Tooth, Boreal Forest, Scorched, Blue Steel, Vanilla, Damascus Steel, Forest DDPAT, Urban Masked, Freehand, Stained, Bright Water, Safari Mesh, Rust Coat, Gloves - Bloodhound Gloves (Charred, Snakebite, Guerrilla, Bronzed), Driver Gloves (Snow Leopard, King Snake, Crimson Weave, Imperial Plaid, Black Tie, Lunar Weave, Diamondback, Rezan the Red, Overtake, Queen Jaguar, Convoy, Racing Green), Hand Wraps (Cobalt Skulls, CAUTION!, Overprint, Slaughter, Leather, Giraffe, Badlands, Spruce DDPAT, Arboreal, Constrictor, Desert Shamagh, Duct Tape), Moto Gloves (Spearmint, POW!, Cool Mint, Smoke Out, Finish Line, Polygon, Blood Pressure, Turtle, Boom!, Eclipse, 3rd Commando Company, Transport), Specialist Gloves (Crimson Kimono, Tiger Strike, Emerald Web, Field Agent, Marble Fade, Fade, Foundation, Lt. 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I posted this as a reply to another thread, but thought (thot?) I would share here, too. Please to enjoy my recap of S3 Episode 3. Spoilers (obviously).

1. Starting off in LA. Kim's body guard/ stylist puts them both in black coats and camo pants so she can go meet Scott for pizza and pre-planned gossip. They're both single, so they have lots to talk about. Like how it's too hard for Kim to go on first dates with guys and also too hard for Kim to break up with guys. She did go out with a guy in NYC, but wasn't smart enough to not go to the same place where she used to hang out with Pete, so everyone thought she was getting back together with Pete. Scott recommends she go for an older Italian businessman, but only if he's hot. Kim's not into it. So they talk about Cher and her much younger boyfriend AE. It's the best. But also probably the worst because Cher must be too old to bang him with the lights on. Kim only bangs with the lights off now. You know, because she's shy.

Two. Kourtney is doing a photo shoot for Lemme "Fall in Love" with Travis. Their love was not the result of a Potion No.9, but for people without their chemistry, who have $30, these supplements containing the essence of flowers will open your heart. Domineco Dolce and his dudes stop by so Kourtney can remind everyone she knew them way before her wedding. Also, Kourtney is shy and didn't speak as a child. Until she was a teenager. The stylist puts Travis in no shirt and they roll around together taking pictures very similar to all the other pictures they've taken before.

1. Kris stops by to see Khloe and Rob. I mean Tate. I mean Tatum. Khloe and Tristan are doing great because they are never ever getting back together ever again. They have very good boundaries and Khloe does not want to fall into old habits. Khloe feels guilty she isn't connecting with her second baby -- that she had in secret via surrogate while her ex-fiancee was having his fourth baby with his side chick -- the same as True. So we have to talk about the difficulties of surrogacy/ miracle of being a mother again. Tatem is now on goat milk formula. He might, but does not puke on Kris.
   
2. In NYC, Kendall is getting ready to attend a Marni show at Fashion Week. This is much more fun and relaxing than when she used to walk the shows because now she is good and healthy and has good boundaries. Kris calls and tells Kendall she's the favorite daughter. But we all know it's really Kylie. Kris said so yesterday while taking a lie detector test on TV.
   
3. Back in LA, it's 6 days before the D&G show and Kim's glam team is getting her ready for a pre-show photo shoot. Her role as Kreative Director of the show has involved creating looks. Well, looks D&G originally created in the 90s. They are so cool and Kim-esque. Crystals from head to toe. Kim is worried about how Kourtney will feel about this whole thing. She probably wouldn't mind at all if it was just a little bit later. (Because time heals all wounds?)
   
4. It's stormy in NYC. Kourtney is in town for fashion shows and Lemme press. She has anxiety and PTSD and needs drugs. Or maybe Lemme matcha. Kourtney wants to show how passionate she is about vitamins. She used to hate press because of the criticism and pressure from the family to earn her keep. But now she's married and confident, so she was able to decide on flavors for her vitamins. Kris watched the Today Show interview and gave it a thumbs up, because Kourtney looked beautiful. Simon thinks that's amazing. The team thinks Kourtney did a great job of organically talking about Lemme during the interview about Lemme.
   
5. Still in NYC, Kourtney is making rounds of the magazines, handing out Lemme pills like Halloween candy. Kourtney loves Lemme Focus, but can't remember why. Travis wore no shirt to perform at a Tommy Hilfiger fashion show. Kris and Kendall show up. Kris tries out a few tag lines for the next campaign like "Lemme get the hell out of here and get a drink." They talk about Khloe's good test results from her melanoma situation. Which Kendall has diagnosed as a result of Khloe being too tired and stressed. Kourtney is a perfectionist and Kendall is a control freak both because of pressure from Kris. Kris thinks thats hilarious. Kendall suggests if they can channel the baggage of their dysfunctional childhoods into productive work, it's all good. Kris will take the blame for any anxiety she has caused, as long as it results in a successful product release.
   
6. Back to LA. Kim is spending quality time with North by allowing her to do her makeup with special effects makeup while she talks to Scott. Scott pitches an idea for an episode where they pretend to be normies. According to Kim, Kris is sad that she has pushed everyone into being so famous they have no sense of actual reality. But Kim can handle it. She's never been depressed. While her daughter continues to work on turning her into an old lady, Kim talks about being fine when her dad died. North farts. It smelled bad. North walks Kim around the house introducing her to the staff as Anika the Art Teacher. The staff helps Kim make her alone time with North fun by playing along. Kim loves making North happy by playing pranks and hanging out with Scott.
   
7. Kourtney and Trav are walking around NYC. Kourtney's outfit choice -- an oversized Blink-182 shirt and over the knee boots -- can't survive the 12 minute walk because the boots are falling down. Trav thinks she should take them off (And walk around barefoot in the rat feces and period blood covered sidewalk? Khloe would never let her set foot in her house ever again!) They make it to the Matcha shop without Travis needing to carry Kourtney like last time. NYC was a whirlwind, but Kourtney will always put family and husband ahead of work.
   
8. Kim arrives in Milan. However, her stylist does not because she forgot her passport. How is Kim supposed to do her job as Fashion Show Kreative Director without a stylist? How is Kim supposed to know what she likes and doesn't like without Danielle there to tell her? Someone needs to fly to Milan with her passport. There are 3 days left and they have no looks. Kim arrives at the D&G studio where 10 people are there ready to get a room full of D&G pieces into looks. Domineco tells Kim, "Your opinion in this case is very great for us." Kim wants people to think this show of rehashed 90s fashions is "Fresh" and "Cool." But it's going to be problematic for Kreative Director Kim to pull this off without her stylist. She always needs someone to confirm that something looks good. Kim doesn't want to do veils (Because Kourtney?). Kim wants more bedazzles, but also needs to check with Danielle. Domineco isn't crazy about bedazzled glasses with a corset dress, but Kim doesn't know without talking to Danielle. There's that fear people won't like it. (Is Danielle supposed to be the scape goat in case this whole show sucks?) A bad show could hurt Kim's brand. People might say Kim doesn't know how to work on the creative side. (Um... they're sure going to say that now, after she is such a floundering mess without her stylist!). She just doesn't know how she's going to do this without Danielle.
   

Scenes: Kim thinks Danielle not being there happened for a reason. Kendall takes Kylie horseback riding and tries to kill her. Kourtney wants to kill Kim for kopying her wedding. Kim is taken completely off guard by Kourtney's reaction. The producers try to pretend there's going to be a "Kendall is pregnant" story line.

This is something I made for FNaF since I love it so much! Pls look at it MatPat and you can use it in a video if you want.

I'd like to start by letting everyone know that the genre is Fantasy Epic, and that this is a long prologue at 6,414 words. This prologue serves a purpose as it takes care of a lot of my setting and plot setup. It also gives the reader a fair bit of worldbuilding without making it too much of an info dump (talking to you Robert Jordan ;P).
I've had several people beta read this for me and gotten a lot of positive feedback. The prolbem for me is that these were all people I know very well on a personal level. Several have made comparisons to Chronicles of Narnia or Lord of the Rings as far as how well the full book is written. The problem is, friends and family can often have a bias and make things seem better than they really are. So, now I want to do a test run in the real world and see what people who don't know me think. Is it as engaging and compelling as they have made me hope that it is?
I'm basically wanting to take a page from a couple authors I admire and follow the ABC rule for critiquing. Please let me know of any point where you thought it was Awesome, Boring or Confusing. I know prologues aren't everyone's favorite thing, but this has basically been written like a novella for the main story as it foreshadows a lot of things leading all the way into book four.
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PROLOGUE
ARCHIVE INFINITUM
October 14, 844 (Alt-Future)
"Welcome back to the Archive, Master Jonathan."
"Thank you, Charles. It's good to be back. Have you noticed anything interesting in the Physical Realm?"
"I have not, sir. Do you require any assistance today?"
"Thank you, but no. I'm only here to revisit a passage within the history of the Order. Shortly after, I'll depart for the reunion at the Tower."
"Excellent, sir. I'll leave you to it."
Jonathan emerged from the ether and walked through the Archive doors. Inhaling deeply, he breathed in the familiar scents of dusty cleanliness that can only truly be found in a place of learning. The lights reflected off the floor's white marble surface, casting a glow that evenly lit every corner of the large chamber. Even so, the room still felt cavernous to him, as if he were a galleon amidst the vastness of the ocean.
Jonathan appeared to be in his early to mid forties. Though, with the way he carried himself and the spring in his step, he seemed closer to his late twenties. His hair was shoulder length and dark gray. He wore bifocals though he hadn't needed them since his ascension, and dressed with a refined sense of style.
His gray eyes were by far his most interesting feature, though. They were the only hint of how old he truly was and the many adventures and travesties he'd witnessed. Regardless, how old he was didn't matter as age had long since lost its meaning for him. After all, being an immortal tended to give a man new priorities in life.
As he strolled across the room, a lift descended from the tower's heights. The square platform had waist high rails around its perimeter. It floated through the air showing no sign of a suspension system to raise or lower it. This was accomplished by a magical enchantment that allowed it to levitate and dart about the room at mind numbing speeds. As he stepped up onto the platform's dais, it landed on the floor in front of him. He took a position at its center, then, after folding his arms behind his back, mentally willed it to take him to floor eight hundred forty four.
It rose off the ground, gradually gaining speed until it was a hundred or so feet in the air. At that point, the platform took off like a rocket. The thought of what these speeds would do to him if this were outside the Realm of Intellect crossed his mind, making him chuckle nervously. He knew he had to be moving close to six hundred miles per hour.
Now, let me tell you a bit about Jonathan's pet project, The Archive Infinitum. The Archive is a magical structure he'd designed shortly after the cataclysm that nearly wiped out the human race. An event most of you now refer to as the Night of Burning Skies. That same event is also what gave us the powers we now refer to as magic.
Shortly after obtaining his ascension, he learned that science's multiverse theories were close to how reality really worked. There are an infinite number of parallel universes, or branching timelines, that coexist simultaneously. What was different is that each universe shared a common six realm structure. The Physical Realm, the Realm of Intellect, the Dominion of Shadows, the Plane of Enlightenment, the Land of the Forgotten, and the Ether.
He built the Archive within the Realm of Intellect so it wouldn't be bound by the laws of physics or time as we know them. Once the structure was anchored in place, he could set most of those parameters himself. What he didn't realize was that making it here would have an unintended, though not unwelcome, side effect. The structure's size, shape, and architectural style could change by anyone who entered it.
When someone enters the Archive, it ascertains their strength of mind and will. Suppose the individual's mental fortitude is deemed stronger than that of the other occupants. In that case, the appearance will adjust to one that best serves and appeals to that individual. This could become unsettling for the occupants already inside the first few times it happened. That being said, it has no effect on the contents atop the shelves or where you're located within the structure. For Jonathan, it shared an uncanny resemblance to the George Peabody Library, though on a much grander scale.
The lift stopped after a brief ride, and Jonathan stepped off. He resumed his stride, passing row after row of the cherry wood bookcases. There were hundreds of rows and thousands of tomes and scrolls in each. As a scholar, he'd spent most of his existence here. But, even so, he knew there would always be something more to be gleaned from their pages.
Today was a day of remembrance. Of celebration. Of mourning. It was the anniversary of the end of a war that had lasted ten thousand years. With the death of one individual, a light of hope was given to many. For others, it was a bittersweet victory that left a void in their hearts. He'd come here today to revisit a passage that would return him to that fateful day. Reliving the event which granted them this peace, and once again, paying his respects to a dear friend.
"Ah, yes, yes, yes. Here we go."
The plaque on the side of the bookcase read, Row DD, Column 15. Now that he'd found the right one, he began scanning the shelves. It wasn't long before his hand landed on the tome he sought.
"Here it is." He pulled it down from the shelf. "My word. Has it truly been fifteen hundred years since I glanced through these pages?"
Looking at the cover, he chuckled. The combined magic of the Archive and the Realm had created a thin layer of dust. Giving it the feeling of something ancient and lost to time. Raising it to his lips, he blew the dust away, causing the magic to dissipate as it fell to the floor. He pulled open the cover and rifled through the pages. The section he stopped at contained the account of Rexinon the Prophet's final words.
Summoning his divine magics, he channeled a spell into the tome. The words that once filled the passages began to fade away, leaving only the blank pages, which now bled a blueish gray smoke. The soft glow of the lights against the floor diminished as the smoke spread. As the darkness grew more substantial, luminescent spheres and arcs of brilliant blues and crimson could be seen dancing about its surface like lightning.
The ground trembled beneath his feet, and the smokey haze took on a more stormlike appearance. All around him, the air started to feel heavy, and the taste of dust and sea salt filled his mouth. A gentle rain began to fall, and the room's remaining lights winked out. If not for the increasing flashes of lightning, he would've been left in total darkness. But even this was not a comfort, as those flashes cast shadows against the storm's ever swirling walls. Many of which appeared to be dark things that should never be seen in the light.
The storm's intensity grew, bringing disorienting cracks of thunder and wind whipping around him. It assaulted his senses and seemed to have an almost vengeful purpose. That meant he had to constantly focus on the spell, bracing himself against the onslaught. If he failed, it would kill him without question.
Some of the shadows began to take on a physical form with details beyond what the walls could offer them. He watched as an hourglass tumbled end over end, circling him before it returned to the storm. A moment later, a blazing fireplace and mantle emerged but produced neither light nor heat. Finally, a door engraved with the crest of the Order appeared. These images were ones he'd expected to see for this particular passage, and so came as no surprise. However, when a fourth image appeared, he was caught off guard.
Although it was normal for three images to accompany this spell, an occasional fourth spoke of prophecy. He focused intently on this final image. It showed twelve people standing in a circle; one of them was coated in blood. Two others were bound by chains. One a man, the other a woman.
He looked closer at the man and realized it was Godric. His eyes opened wide as he tried to decipher the meaning behind the image. Only a few moments passed while he speculated, but it was a few moments too many. Disaster struck, and too late, he realized his mistake. He'd lost focus, and now the storm would surely take him.
Hurricane force winds and debris tore at his clothes, quickly turning them into rags. One powerful gust slammed into his side as if he'd been struck by a car, knocking him off his feet. The storm swelled with even greater ferocity. It threatened to consume him this time, and he wondered if it would finally cost him.
Rain and hail pelted his face and body, while dust and sand stung his eyes. As he wiped away the grit, a bolt of lightning struck before him, temporarily blinding him. He got to his hands and knees, gasping for breath as the storm continued to beat him relentlessly.
Steeling himself against the pain, he rose to his feet. As fast as he could manage, he began casting mental defenses and barriers to protect his mind from the horrific assault. He bellowed in defiance of the storm, "I will not let it end this way! I refuse!" One defense after another was laid upon his person, until finally, he succeeded. The winds died to a breeze as the rain became little more than a summer misting.
He heard the sound of a quill scratching against paper over the storm's remnants, and the air behind his back grew hot as a crackling fire joined the room's ambiance. The sickly sweet smell of incense filled his nostrils, reminding him of days spent in his master's study. Another fond memory.
The storm wall vanished as the tremors subsided, making the room visible through a misty haze. The light of the fireplace cast his shadow across the now rough cut gray stone floor. Half a dozen tapestries hung around the room, and a liquor cabinet stood at the room's far corner. The main entry door remained closed to his left, and the doorway to the study's balcony lay to his right. At the room's center sat Rexinon at his desk, writing furiously on a piece of parchment.
Wiping the sweat from his brow, he breathed a sigh of relief. Although he'd done this countless times, the journey into the pages of history was always filled with peril. But, blessedly, the most intense part of the spell was complete. And while he could now relax in that fact, that fourth image still concerned him.
He stood in the familiar square room, clothing restored to its original state. The evening's air flowed through the open windows, making the ambient temperature quite cozy. Crossing the room, he paused at the desk and listened as Rexinon started muttering. "What I wouldn't give for a typewriter, much less a computer. Would make this so much faster."
Jonathan couldn't help but crack a smile. "Oh, but how many times have I thought the same thing, old friend?" He remarked, though he knew Rexinon couldn't hear him.
He stepped up to the desk and leaned over it. Looking down at the paper Rexinon was writing on, he frowned. Like so many times before, it appeared as little more than black scribbles on a page. Those words had to be important, but there was no way to know.
This was one of the spell's critical weaknesses. The details within the vision were only as precise as what was written in the tome. Most of the books in the Archive were magically transcribed. The benefits of this were completed histories free of victor and writer biases. Although, it wasn't flawless.
Throughout history, there have been individuals or events that the spell couldn't see. The most well known examples of these blips in time were the United States presidency of Franklin D. Roosevelt from 1933 to 1945 and the United Kingdom's Prime Minister, Michael Durham, from 2063 to 2065. All that is known about them was their lives before office and the accounts written by those around them. These gaps in history were generally the result of one of two things. In these two cases, a place or individual with a strong connection to the Dominion of Shadows.
Sighing, he pushed off the desk and crossed the room to the liquor cabinet. He opened the glass doors, pulling several bottles and a glass from the shelves. He made a drink consisting of three parts Red Adders Bite and one part Dry Amorian Blood Wine, then added a lime wedge to the rim of the glass. The others wouldn't arrive for another half hour, leaving him time to kill.
He walked around the room with his drink in hand and studied the various tapestries, several of which he'd been a part of. Each one depicted an accomplishment or tragedy facilitated by the Order. All save one, which showed a scene from the event that started it all.
The one to the left of the cabinet showed the Order's founding. In the background stood a grand tower of black and white marble. Its four sides were engraved with the Mark of Hellyrr, which glowed with a magical light. In front of it stood a man facing a gathered crowd, his arms swept wide in triumph. They looked up at him and the structure with reverence and awe.
He continued to move in a counterclockwise manner around the room. Above the main entry door hung another tapestry. One he was even depicted in. It showed the aftermath of a massacre. Six figures stood amidst the bodies of hundreds. The earth around them was scorched by flame, and the blood of the fallen had stained it red. The cloud covered sky glowed a deep crimson with gold outlines from the fires below. It had come to be known as the Cleansing of Elysian, in which the entirety of the planet's second continent had been annihilated to preserve the world.
"I wish it had never come to this. Why can't we all just get along? Instead of thriving in the prosperity of our two lands, they plotted and began planning to bring war to our own people. To rape, pillage, and enslave them. Even with all my vast knowledge and wisdom, I can't understand why they felt the need to dominate and control the world." He looked back up at the tapestry. "Even now, most of the land is still uninhabitable."
He turned around and looked at the tapestry above the balcony door. This one would appear out of place with the others to all but a few handfuls of people. Even for those who learned the truth behind it, it looked like little more than an artist's vision of what a beautiful landscape at sunset should look like. The sky is dotted with hundreds of stars as shades of red, orange, and yellow dance across the land's horizon. The artist's point of view appears to be looking down from a hillside. Down the hill's slope, you can see a pond teaming with wildlife along its edge. The remaining landscape is filled with miles of forest stretching toward the horizon.
For the few who survived this event and still remained, they knew it depicted the final moments of their world before all of humanity was nearly lost.
Jonathan fixated on this tapestry more than he had on the others. The longer he stared, the more distant his expression grew. Over time, his breathing quickened, and his grip on the glass slipped. It shattered as it hit the floor, causing the rug to stain from the liquid. The sound jerked him out of the trance like state, making him feel ill.
He could still recall the memory of that long ago day like it were yesterday. The thought of how close humanity had come to extinction made his legs weak, and he stumbled back against the wall behind him. He slid down the stones' cool surface and noticed his hands were now trembling. Through shuddering breaths, he uttered the words of a broken man. "So much death. So many lives were lost that day. So many. Oh, Sonia. Even after all this time, I still miss you."
The main entry door slammed open, crashing against the wall with a loud bang. Jonathan jerked as one of them collided mere inches from where he sat. The startling sound had been enough to pull him from his stupor, but it still took a moment for him to gather himself. A man in the doorway lowered his foot from where he'd obviously kicked the unlocked door in.
"Knock, knock, Rex. Seems you've done it now."
"Seth. I'll never understand the animosity you held for Rexinon," Jonathan said wearily as he got to his feet.
Seth stood just shy of five foot eight inches and had slick black hair that he kept combed back. He wore black jeans and a beige dress shirt with mother of pearl buttons, which had seen far too much polish in recent days. A malevolent grin displayed his perfect teeth and careless eyes. He strode into the room, dragging a chair behind him, and placed it on the rug by the fireplace.
"Was kicking the door in really necessary, Seth?"
A second man stepped into the room, obviously annoyed by the unnecessary use of force. He wore a navy blue business suit and towered over everyone else in the room, and that was saying something considering Jonathan was six foot. As he still held to the standards of a marine, he kept his hair high and tight and his face clean shaven. He stood at the rug's edge out of respect for the Order so as not to mar the embroidered Mark of Hellyrr. A respect Seth clearly lacked.
"Godric Gibbs. This day changed you. Hell, it changed all of us, but few as much as you," Jonathan said. He looked back at the door as the third and final man entered. "Assassin."
This man was of a height with Jonathan and wore all black from head to toe. His outfit looked like something out of a TV show. Almost like a cross between Gi Joe's Snake Eyes, and CW Arrow's League of Assassins. After ten thousand years, all they knew about him was his previous occupation as a contract killer. It wasn't long before they'd taken to calling him Assassin, as they had no other name to go by. Any time he was asked a question regarding his past, he either remained silent or dodged it outright. He took a position to Godric's left and, like Godric, took care of where he stood on the rug.
The three men stood in silence and watched as Rexinon continued to write. Godric and Assassin seemed content to wait until he addressed them. On the other hand, Seth seemed to grow more agitated as the minutes passed. Jonathan chuckled in spite of himself.
About twenty minutes later, Rexinon spoke, "Reverend Seth Jones, Colonel Godric Gibbs, and Assassin. To what do I owe the pleasure?" His tone plainly indicated that he already knew.
Seth spoke first. "Oh, cut the crap, Rex. You already know why we're here. This cult thing of yours has gone on long enough."
"Well, there's the pot calling the kettle black," Jonathan muttered sarcastically.
Godric rolled his eyes. Everyone in the room knew about Seth's past as a cult leader. They also knew his anger was more at being forced to wait in silence than anything to do with Rexinon or the Order.
"Calm yourself, Seth. There's no need for such hostilities." Godric looked at Rexinon apologetically. "I'm sorry to have to do this, old friend, but my hands are tied. Rexinon the Prophet, Headmaster of the Hellyrrian Order, you've been charged with conspiracy to overthrow the governments of Aurelia and seize control for the Order.
"As we speak, the leaders of the Hellyrrian Order are being gathered for execution. Furthermore, your towers and all their artifacts will be destroyed, and any remnants of the Order's existence is to be wiped from the face of history. As of 0813 this morning, you have been sentenced to death. How do you plead?"
Rexinon continued to write at an incredible rate. He knew why they'd come. He'd known this was coming for months. After all, his gift was the gift of prophecy. The evidence for the charges against him was both substantial and ethereal, depending on what light was shown on it.
Two centuries ago, the Order had tracked the activities of an unknown number of individuals who'd been subtly manipulating several of the Aurelian governing bodies. They'd spread like a poison, corrupting them and turning once prosperous kingdoms which knew few hardships, into lands where the people had to fight just to survive. The problem was that whoever that force had been, always seemed to be just one step ahead of them. Now, not only was it check, but checkmate. The Order had lost.
"I believe the Righteous Twelve to be ill advised. I believe you've been manipulated by the same corrupted governing body which we've spent so long trying to purify—." Seth grunted. "—But," he said at length, "I accept all charges against me, save one. Neither myself nor anyone else of the Order has ever sought to rule Aurelia, as the charges would imply. The Cleansing of Elysian should've been proof enough to show that to be true."
Rexinon penned the final words of his letter and placed the pen back in its stand. Pulling the top off a jar, he dusted the page with a thin layer of sand to soak up any excess ink. After dumping the sand back into another jar to be cleaned, he pushed away from his desk and stood to look at his guests for the first time. After nudging his stool back under, he addressed Godric directly.
"Will you join me on the balcony one last time?"
Godric nodded his head and gestured towards the balcony doorway. As they stepped outside, Jonathan followed.
Rexinon leaned against the railing and looked out over the city, his gaze fixed on the setting sun. Godric joined him and looked down to the tower's base, some five hundred feet below. Although he was not afraid of heights, it gave him respect for the sturdily mounted railing at the balcony's edge.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Rexinon said. Godric looked at him, confused. "The way the world has turned out since that day? Ten thousand years of watching as civilization was rebuilt and destroyed time and time again by a senseless war. Watching them evolve into something more as they learned how to use these gifts we were given. In some ways, we're greater than we ever were. In other ways, we're inferior. If I have any regrets, it's that I couldn't do more to leave the people better prepared for this new age."
"Well spoken. If it's any consolation, I believe this is wrong. I even spoke out against the council for a different outcome. For my efforts, though, I was threatened with execution if I didn't cease my objections."
Rexinon's tone grew heated after hearing of the council's reaction. "You should know better than anyone why I fought so hard against them, then. I'm not against governance. I'm against corrupt governance. We had far too many corrupt politicians and warlords in our own time for me to ever want to allow it again."
Godric nodded his head. "Yes. The problem is you played too heavy a hand too quickly. Instead of accepting that they'd been beaten, they cheated by playing with an ace they had hidden up their collective sleeves."
Rexinon sighed, knowing his words were true. "Indeed. I've accepted my fate. I won't run. Won't even make it difficult for y'all. I have no need to. I would like to make one final request to ease your conscience, though."
Rexinon leaned toward Godric conspiratorially. As he did this, the world around them began to shimmer and distort. Almost like the motion blurring you'd see on a TV. Likewise, their conversation was masked by the sound of white noise and the sound of hushed incoherent whispers.
This was the second hurdle the scrying spells had to deal with. Individuals with divine magic could conceal their conversations or even the events they were a part of. Rexinon had concealed this conversation, and to this day, Godric has never spoken of what was said.
Jonathan returned to the study with a resigned sigh. There was nothing more he could learn from their conversation. Assassin stood in the same spot he'd been when he first entered the room and looked as if he hadn't so much as twitched. Seth, however, was rummaging through the desk's drawers. He'd tried to figure out what he was looking for in the past, but nothing seemed obvious.
The shards of glass from when he'd dropped his cup earlier had vanished, along with the stain on the rug from the liquor. As expected, the glass had returned to the cabinet, and the bottles had refilled to where they were before he'd arrived. This was yet another reminder that this was a magically induced vision of an event that had long since passed. It could be too easy to forget that this wasn't real and that if he spent too much time here, it would have consequences in the real world for him.
He knew they'd be out there a while. In previous visits, he'd occasionally spent this time combing through the room, similar to what Seth was doing. Having cataloged everything centuries ago, there was nothing left to do but wait. So, he walked around the desk and sat squarely within the Mark of Hellyrr embroidered on the rug. There, for the next hour or so, he would remain, arms folded, legs crossed, and eyes shut. Freeing his mind of all unnecessary thoughts and emotions. At least, that was the plan.
About forty minutes in, Seth started to grumble and complain, forcing Jonathan to give up on his meditation. "… I know he's one of the humblest among our kind, but lord, does he have to be so dull? I can't find anything interesting anywhere. Even his liquor cabinet is dull." Seth walked from behind the desk to the liquor cabinet, pulled a few bottles out at random, and read the labels aloud. "Red Adders Bite, Amorian Blood Wine. Christ, he's even got Athester's Sweet Malt. This crap might as well be water." He pulled another bottle down and said, "At least he's got the taste to have at least one bottle of Nordic Berserker."
"Some of us prefer the simpler things in life. You might find life more enjoyable when you aren't always looking for the rare and exotic," Assassin said with a disinterested, almost dismissive tone.
Seth clicked his tongue. "Hell, even this letter he was so focused on when we arrived makes no sense." Seth thrust the letter towards Assassin, who took it nonchalantly. "Look at this."
Jonathan studied Assassin intently, hoping for any sign that would reveal the letter's contents. It was no use, though; for all the emotion he showed, Jonathan would've thought it no more important than a grocery list. But, if that were the case, why obscure it from the eyes of the scrying spell? The frustration caused by such a simple sheet of paper was baffling.
Jonathan got to his feet as Rexinon and Godric returned. As Rexinon walked to stand at the center of the rug, Jonathan moved behind the desk. Godric walked toward Assassin and conversed with him for a few minutes. Once again, the sound of white noise shrouded what was said. This time, it was Godric who masked his words from the spell. When Assassin nodded, Godric moved beside him and faced Rexinon.
Rexinon looked at each tapestry and seemed to relive each as he did so. They all knew those accomplishments and tragedies would stand the test of time. Any efforts to change that would fall flat. The Order had played too significant a role in shaping this new world. Finally, he turned to Godric, kneeling as he met his regret filled eyes.
Assassin pulled an infamous rod from his side, dubbed the Executioner's Handle. Forged in the Dominion of Shadow by Assassin some three thousand years ago. It was one and a half feet long of shadow infused steel and bound with his own divine essence. Ominous black tendrils crawled along Assassin's hand like something alive and flowed into the handle. The shaft elongated, and an axe head formed at its end.
Though he had accepted his fate, seeing that axe form made Rexinon's heart stop momentarily. He looked at Godric questioningly. Godric knew what that look meant and nodded his head in assent. Agreeing to this had allowed them both to right several wrongs this night by asking one simple question. "Do you have any final words or requests?"
"I have two, if you'll grant them. The first, allow me to disband the Order formally as my final act as headmaster."
Seth started to protest, but Assassin lowered the axehead in his direction as a silent threat. Seth glared at Assassin with seething hatred. Godric nodded to Rexinon. "Proceed."
As the headmaster of the Hellyrrian Order, he had a mental connection with every member. Without hesitation, Rexinon's eyes began to glow with a brilliant purple hue. This would be Rexinon's final order, and Godric knew it would save thousands.
"My brothers and sisters, hear me now and heed my words. Abandon the Order and save yourselves. Flee to the hills and never look back to what we once were. With my dying breath, the Hellyrrian Order is no more. The governments of Aurelia have played a hand we can't stand against. Anyone who disregards this command will be hunted down and executed without mercy. To the leaders and guild masters of the Order, I charge you with dismantling everything relating to the Order and turning over every artifact and document you can to Godric the Just, Jonathan the Wise, or Assassin the Watcher. I also ask that you help calm those who feel outraged and betrayed by this night. Do not blame the Twelve, as they were little more than pawns in this corrupt game of politics. Farewell, my friends. My family. May the peace we have fought for be found in the coming days."
The glow faded, and he slumped forward onto his hands, his breathing labored. A few moments passed, and he managed to catch his breath but still looked towards the ground.
"The second request I have is that anyone who would heed that warning be spared. The ruling factions wanted me. As long as no one else causes trouble, we know they won't cause too much fuss over it."
His voice took on a much sharper edge as he looked back up. "You call us a cult, though you know we are nothing of the sort. On the contrary, our Order has stood for nearly five thousand years for the betterment of the entire world. How they treated you should tell you that what I said and what we were doing was justified."
"Shut your mouth, Rex!" Seth spat venomously.
Godric glared at Seth. His own anger with this situation was at the point of breaking free. "Be silent! I don't know what kind of grudge you have, but I, for one, don't give a damn what the council said. Rexinon doesn't deserve death for the crimes he's being accused of. Unfortunately, the ruling factions in almost every nation are corrupted and working towards being as corrupt as they were back in our day." Godric sighed. "Regrettably, my hands are tied, though. The law is the law, and I have been overruled on this matter. Regardless of what my conscience thinks, I will abide by the rules of the land."
Rexinon nodded, understanding Godric's situation perfectly. Godric had become the divine embodiment of law and justice at his ascension. While those two things work hand in hand, they are far from the same, and one must often walk a fine line to serve them both. In this case, the choices were clear. In the end, it didn't matter what he chose; he would inevitably betray one virtue or the other. Unfortunately, there was no good way for him to handle this, and Rexinon could see how this was affecting him.
"The majority of the Order will heed my warning. As for the leaders, if any are still alive, they will follow that command to the letter. They'll even aid you in handling any hotheads who resist," Rexinon said.
"The good news is that no one has yet been executed this evening. I'll personally see to it that those who abide by that order are given a chance to live long, productive lives within society. If all goes well, you will be the only casualty of this idiocy."
Rexinon gave the faintest sign of a smile with a halfhearted chuckle as he said, "Godric, one thing I'll not allow is any of the Order's work ending up in the hands of one of those tyrants. Therefore, I demand that Jonathan be given every document, scroll, and tome held within our strongholds for safekeeping." Rexinon felt exhausted. The spell to warn his Order took more out of him than anticipated.
"You're in no position to be making demands of us," Seth said. Godric finally snapped and struck him so hard that he slammed back into the wall beside the fireplace, cracking it. He got back to his feet a moment later, fixed his shirt, and looked down at the blood he'd wiped from his lip. Godric looked back at Rexinon.
"As you were saying."
"Assassin, I'd ask that you secure all our relics and artifacts, regardless of their magical significance. I don't need to tell you what all we have housed around Aurelia."
"No, you don't. The nukes of our time were nothing compared to some of those items," Assassin replied.
"We'll see to it that it's done. There are things within these walls that were never meant for untrained mortal hands," Godric added.
"Thank you."
"As for the texts, Jonathan will have a field day going through everything. There is far too much the council doesn't understand within these walls that we can't afford to lose."
"Godric was right, Rex. I still have everything. Much of which has been quite useful over the centuries,"
Godric turned his head away, no longer able to look Rexinon in the eye. "I no longer deserve the right to call you a friend, but is there anything else you would ask of me?"
Rexinon looked at Godric for a long time and couldn't help but smile. Not at his pain or suffering in following the orders given to him, but knowing that if anyone here had ever been a friend to him, Godric certainly was. With his final words, he left Godric with a warning.
"No, but I'll leave you with this. Be wary of those among you, for one will betray you all. My friend."
Godric nodded, accepting these as Rexinon's final words as a tear ran down his cheek. Rexinon lowered his head, and Assassin enveloped his axe's blade in a purple aura.
"Woah, Assassin, what's with the new color? Never seen that before," Seth asked.
Ignoring the question, Assassin swung the axe, severing Rexinon's head cleanly.
That night, the cries of the Order were heard in every city across Aurelia. All mourning the death of the Order's first, and last, headmaster.
Jonathan fought back tears of his own as he watched the axe's head vanish. Assassin secured the handle on his belt as he walked towards the desk. Godric looked as though he was going to be sick.
"Did you do as I asked?" Godric asked shakily.
"Of course. I may be a trained killer, but even I know this was bullshit, mate."
Seth walked over and picked up Rexinon's severed head by the hair. He held it up before him, a mischievous grin on his face. Then he whispered something into Rexinon's ear.
Assassin's eyes locked on Seth. As he let go of the head, he used one of his abilities, known as shadow step, to cross the distance to where Seth stood. Before Rexinon's head hit the ground, Assassin snatched it out of the air and punched Seth so hard that it sent him flying into the same section of the wall he'd hit earlier. He bounced off it, but the force of the impact sent several of the stones flying into the next room. Seth crumpled to the floor, where he lay unmoving for several seconds. After a while, his head snapped upright, and he began to laugh. He stood up as if nothing had happened and headed out the door. Godric, now seething with anger, watched as Assassin started to go after him. "Leave him. He's not worth your time."
Jonathan paced around the room, waiting for the spell to wear off. His heart ached, and his own anger toward Seth at that moment made him wish he could destroy the man. But that was Seth's way, and they'd all learned to let it go in time. The world began to blur and vanish, reverting to the Archive once again.
He closed the cover, placing the tome back on the shelf with a heavy sigh. His fingers lingered on the binding as he read the inscription, A Complete History of the Hellyrrian Order, Volume 666. Finally, Jonathan let his hand fall to the side as he walked away with his shoulders slumped.
As if speaking to an old friend, he lamented, "Damn you, Rex. Why couldn't you have just left well enough alone?"
As Jonathan walked away, he shed a tear at the loss of one of his closest friends.

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Xan is the world's most dangerous criminal mastermind. He’s also in hiding and completely broke. That’s fine. He’s between master plans. It’s normal to be at rock bottom between master plans. He also forgets stuff and may be trapped in a dream.
Because at night, Xan thinks he’s an old lady, trapped in a dingy apartment, by an angry fellow who wants to kill her. Not her idea of a good time, but she’s keeping an open mind. It is excitingly visceral. Could turn out awesome.
Hyperstitious is a sci-fi, progression, comedy. Guaranteed to cause more mental problems than it solves.

First Next
Dark City - Police Chief’s Apartment Building
I wake to madness slightly muffled by thin apartment walls. Fuck.
Now there’s two psychos roaming the halls, wailing for my death. Well, one’s screaming Die and stabbing doors, the other’s just roaring and slamming into things. Semantics. They both want me dead.
As I lie next to my sweaty bedmate, a thought slowly congeals.
“Fuck this. Let’s leave town.”
Really? asks Volt.
“Why not? I’m not attached to any of this. I don’t even know where we are. We’ve got a truck. Let’s see what’s over the horizon.”
It takes 48 minutes to get out of the building. 46 minutes of listening for an opening, and two minutes of sneaking - but eventually we’re back at our truck. Once again, I’m struck by how stupid it is to get back in this truck. The cops are after me, what if they are watching it? People want me dead, what if there’s a bomb in it? But I’m still bankrupt for options, and forced to rely on the incompetence of strangers.
The truck starts and doesn’t explode. We pull away and no one follows. Yee-fucking-haw.
I toss Volt on the dash and let her drive. Conserve my strength. Take in the sights. We’ve got snacks and a full battery. It’s 20 minutes to the edge of town. The outskirts have a rundown, stripmall vibe. The graffiti gets bigger as the buildings get smaller.
- DONT RUN! THE DOGS WILL SHOOT!!
- RANDO FOR MAYOR!!
- GO BACK!! YOU WILL DIE!!
- PLEASE STOP!! THE DOGS WILL KILL YOU!!
Fun stuff. Quite the art installation. Volt doesn’t notice and I can’t be arsed. Fuck this town. It’s either leave or burn it down. They’ll let me go or wish they had.
The truck slows. The road isn’t blocked, but congested with rusted out vehicles. Volt weaves through them slowly, while my newly excellent vision picks out their broken windows and headless corpses.
“Huh. Maybe we should speed up.”
Tricky. Bit of a traffic jam.
“Do you see any dogs?”
Nope. Just broken cars with headless drivers.
“Does that seem weird to you?”
Should it? Is this not how cars are normally abandoned?
“Not really. Looks like these guys were shot.”
Noted. Must be easy to shoot a guy with no head.
“They probably had heads before they were shot.”
The truck lurches to a stop. Reverses full throttle.
“I was hoping you’d accelerate in the other direction.”
Nope.
We try a couple other ways out of the city, but they’re equally bleak. Headless skeletons everywhere.
What the fuck? Is this normal?
“No. Something has gone very wrong.”
Is this our problem? Do we have to deal with this?
“I don’t know. But this feels bigger than us. We should focus on dying from much smaller problems.”
Volt stops the truck. What are we going to do, Xan?
“About the psychos? Diplomacy’s out. Running and hiding ain’t working. That leaves us with ambush or allies. What’s your poison?”
We sit in silence for several minutes. Finally, Volt quietly says: Allies.
“Cops again?”
Do we have other options?
Now it’s my turn to think. The city is full of people. In theory we have many options. In practice, they all have the same problem.
“Do you know how to wake people up? Without freaking them out?”
I thought I did. I woke you up.
“That’s right. What did we do differently when we woke me up?”
A couple things. I woke you from inside the dream. You knew you were going to another reality. We didn’t peel off your brain sticker. There was a lot less slapping.
“Ah yes, the slapping. We may have been a tad abrupt. Let’s wake the Deputy from inside the dream. Is there any easy way to find him?”
I have a 60 year old name and an address, but that won’t help us find him in the dream. It was designed for anonymity.
“Of course it was. Well, Liam has a profile on everyone in Bright City. We just need to make a profile for the Deputy and match them up. Shall we browse his socials?”
We could, or we could buy a packet of profiles for everyone in Dark City. Bit of a time saver.
“We don’t have any money.”
We can pay in crypto.
“wat? You said they don’t take crypto here.”
Not for legal shit. When breaking the law, untraceable videogame money is accepted. Sometimes. It still has value. Kinda. To some people.
That’s a lot of qualifiers. Fuck it. I’m on borrowed time. Anything that saves a minute is worth my videogame points. I tell Volt to make the buy, then get a weird feeling. That’s most of my net worth.
“I swear to god, if reality is a long con to get my crypto, I’m gonna fucking kill everybody.”
Nah, we’re good. Shit’s totally meaningless. You won’t regret this.
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Next Chapter
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Sniper Dogs

• Welp, Now We Have Robo-Dogs With Sniper Rifles

Profile Matching

• Big Data May Not Know Your Name. But It Knows Everything Else

Blackmarket Profiles

• WhatsApp data breach sees nearly 500 million user records up for sale
• Chinese hackers build dossiers on all US citizens

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In a realm where dreams take flight, Where words dance upon moonlit night, I'll weave a tapestry with poetic art, And etch a verse upon your heart.
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Like stars that twinkle in the night sky, Each line shall sparkle, catch your eye, Embracing emotions, both joy and sorrow, A kaleidoscope of words, a bright tomorrow.
With ink as my brush, the page my canvas, I paint emotions, both subtle and grandiose, From whispered sighs to thunderous roars, A poet's palette, where feelings soar.
In rhythms and rhymes, a melodic flow, The verses ebb and the stanzas grow, With metaphors and similes, woven with care, A world unfolds, vibrant and rare.
Let the words unfurl, like petals of a rose, Revealing tales, where imagination grows, In each stanza, a story, waiting to be told, A symphony of thoughts, both young and old.
So, close your eyes and hear the rhyme, Let the poetry transport you, beyond space and time, For within these lines, a piece of me, A poem, a gift, for you to see.
May it bring laughter, may it bring tears, May it resonate through the passing years, For in the realm of poetry's embrace, A bond is formed, a cherished space.
This poem is a humble offering to you, A glimpse of the world I hold true, So, treasure these words, hold them dear, For in this poem, our connection is clear.
I hope you enjoyed the poem!

Hi! I'll start with my basics, I'm looking for an experienced and very detailed roleplayer who can match my level and how much interest I put in roleplaying. There's a LOT of world building involved with this, just to warn. I've been roleplaying for 7+ years, I love fantasy heavy plots and I LOVE world building.
I don't have plot limits to roleplay besides major character de*th, but if you do express them to me clearly to me and when roleplaying, if you find yourself uncomfortable tell me to stop what I'm doing wrong please. I usually write around advanced literate but I can go even longer if I get super into it, otherwise I really do try to match my partners length. Im okay with anything from the shorter end of semi-lit to longer end of adv-lit. I am in the GMT+1 time zone and am not in the position where I absolutely cannot respond very often, so i respond generally consistently and atleast a few times a day. !! I write in third person only and do so on discord. !!
So, the OC I'd like to use is;

Name: Azura Galadriel
Age: 30
Height: 6'0, 6'3 with her heels
Species: Witch
Familiar & Weapon: Owl, Dagger carried on her left hip.
Physical appearance: She has light brown hair that's thick and goes down to her hips, big green eyes, large pointed elf like ears with gold jewelry in them, tan skin and generally slim body. She wears a large variety of clothing, but usually white long dresses and heels, if it's cold she'll wear a cape. Her fingers and neck are always adorned with golden jewelery, her arms, legs and back are tattooed with white ink, creating intricate patterns all along her arms and hands. These tattoos glow when she is preforming magic. with She tends to look very angelic.
Personality/Background: She's the shy and soft type, her voice deep and soothing and mannerisms non-threatening. She makes an effort to keep personal matters to herself and is typically selective about who she lets into her life and heart. She's responsible, logical, reliable and very maternal, children and young adults alike tend to take her on as a mother figure. She's the polar opposite of impulsive, and really keeps impulsive people in line and grounded. She has a kind nature about her regarding people she trusts and loves, but she can dismissive when people upset heshe generally dislikes that person or she's just upset in general.
She grew up in a wealthy household with two parents, her mother was an extremely powerful witch known for her powerful healing spells and ability to cure most if not all disease and illness, and her father was the kingdoms medicine man who was accompanied by her mother. They only planned to have one child in their mid 40's, and that was Azura. Azura didn't get the upmost attention and love from her parents as a child as they were very busy with their work, leading her to become extremely self sufficient and develop an ability to handle herself, finances and time management extremely well at a young age.
She was very quickly noticed for her extremely powerful magic as a young child, and as she got older she became the most powerful witch in the kingdom, even more powerful than both of her parents. Instead of using this power for the wrong reasons, with her pure heart of gold, she followed her parents path and became the kingdoms most trusted medicine woman after her parents passed on. Her magic mostly plays off of herbs and potions to heal, and dancing, music and coordinated movement is very important for her magic.

Here's basics of the world and the plot:

This world is called Dhartī, and the Kingdom this takes place in is named The Kingdom of Prithvi. Prithvi is the Main Kingdom of this world, think the British Colonies of Dhartī. The rulers of Prithvi are widely feared and disliked, even by the people closest to them. Many creatures exist in this world, witches, orcs, elves, faeries, humans, goat people, etc. (I would prefer if you would keep your OC either a human or witch, though.)
The plot is a long lost lover plot, Involving a powerful witch who is very important to the Kingdom of Prithvi, my OC. As an 18 year old, she would travel to a far away village named SurakDeva to treat a new, unknown illness with her father as part of her training. Upon arriving, she would meet a boy. She ended up staying for two years, completely falling in love with this boy and spending most moments when she wasn't taking care of people with him. Her father found it cute but, they had to leave eventually. Once the disease died out, they had a very tearful goodbye, and she left back to the kingdom, never to see each other again.
10 years later, the very same boy, now a man she had fallen so deeply in love appeared in Prithvi in need of healing.

Things can be changed when we discuss more together, but thats the premise of what I'd like to do. That being said, if you're interested, message me just general info on ur OC and how you'd like to write this. I won't respond to 'hi' or anything, and I'd REALLY prefer you don't be flimsy about your OC, it can get frustrating. At the least, I'd appreciate a little self introduction! Thank you for reading if you got this far lol.

Hi! I'll start with my basics, I'm looking for an experienced and very detailed roleplayer who can match my level and how much interest I put in roleplaying. There's a LOT of world building involved with this, just to warn. I've been roleplaying for 7+ years, I love fantasy heavy plots and I LOVE world building.
I don't have plot limits to roleplay besides major character de*th, but if you do express them to me clearly to me and when roleplaying, if you find yourself uncomfortable tell me to stop what I'm doing wrong please. I usually write around advanced literate but I can go even longer if I get super into it, otherwise I really do try to match my partners length. Im okay with anything from the shorter end of semi-lit to longer end of adv-lit. I am in the GMT+1 time zone and am not in the position where I absolutely cannot respond very often, so i respond generally consistently and atleast a few times a day. !! I write in third person only and do so on discord. !!
So, the OC I'd like to use is;

Name: Azura Galadriel
Age: 30
Height: 6'0, 6'3 with her heels
Species: Witch
Familiar & Weapon: Owl, Dagger carried on her left hip.
Physical appearance: She has light brown hair that's thick and goes down to her hips, big green eyes, large pointed elf like ears with gold jewelry in them, tan skin and generally slim body. She wears a large variety of clothing, but usually white long dresses and heels, if it's cold she'll wear a cape. Her fingers and neck are always adorned with golden jewelery, her arms, legs and back are tattooed with white ink, creating intricate patterns all along her arms and hands. These tattoos glow when she is preforming magic. with She tends to look very angelic.
Personality/Background: She's the shy and soft type, her voice deep and soothing and mannerisms non-threatening. She makes an effort to keep personal matters to herself and is typically selective about who she lets into her life and heart. She's responsible, logical, reliable and very maternal, children and young adults alike tend to take her on as a mother figure. She's the polar opposite of impulsive, and really keeps impulsive people in line and grounded. She has a kind nature about her regarding people she trusts and loves, but she can dismissive when people upset heshe generally dislikes that person or she's just upset in general.
She grew up in a wealthy household with two parents, her mother was an extremely powerful witch known for her powerful healing spells and ability to cure most if not all disease and illness, and her father was the kingdoms medicine man who was accompanied by her mother. They only planned to have one child in their mid 40's, and that was Azura. Azura didn't get the upmost attention and love from her parents as a child as they were very busy with their work, leading her to become extremely self sufficient and develop an ability to handle herself, finances and time management extremely well at a young age.
She was very quickly noticed for her extremely powerful magic as a young child, and as she got older she became the most powerful witch in the kingdom, even more powerful than both of her parents. Instead of using this power for the wrong reasons, with her pure heart of gold, she followed her parents path and became the kingdoms most trusted medicine woman after her parents passed on. Her magic mostly plays off of herbs and potions to heal, and dancing, music and coordinated movement is very important for her magic.

Here's basics of the world and the plot:

This world is called Dhartī, and the Kingdom this takes place in is named The Kingdom of Prithvi. Prithvi is the Main Kingdom of this world, think the British Colonies of Dhartī. The rulers of Prithvi are widely feared and disliked, even by the people closest to them. Many creatures exist in this world, witches, orcs, elves, faeries, humans, goat people, etc. (I would prefer if you would keep your OC either a human or witch, though.)
The plot is a long lost lover plot, Involving a powerful witch who is very important to the Kingdom of Prithvi, my OC. As an 18 year old, she would travel to a far away village named SurakDeva to treat a new, unknown illness with her father as part of her training. Upon arriving, she would meet a boy. She ended up staying for two years, completely falling in love with this boy and spending most moments when she wasn't taking care of people with him. Her father found it cute but, they had to leave eventually. Once the disease died out, they had a very tearful goodbye, and she left back to the kingdom, never to see each other again.
10 years later, the very same boy, now a man she had fallen so deeply in love appeared in Prithvi in need of healing.

Things can be changed when we discuss more together, but thats the premise of what I'd like to do. That being said, if you're interested, message me just general info on ur OC and how you'd like to write this. I won't respond to 'hi' or anything, and I'd REALLY prefer you don't be flimsy about your OC, it can get frustrating. At the least, I'd appreciate a little self introduction! Thank you for reading if you got this far lol.

Hi! I'll start with my basics, I'm looking for an experienced and very detailed roleplayer who can match my level and how much interest I put in roleplaying. There's a LOT of world building involved with this, just to warn. I've been roleplaying for 7+ years, I love fantasy heavy plots and I LOVE world building.
I don't have plot limits to roleplay besides major character de*th, but if you do express them to me clearly to me and when roleplaying, if you find yourself uncomfortable tell me to stop what I'm doing wrong please. I usually write around advanced literate but I can go even longer if I get super into it, otherwise I really do try to match my partners length. Im okay with anything from the shorter end of semi-lit to longer end of adv-lit. I am in the GMT+1 time zone and am not in the position where I absolutely cannot respond very often, so i respond generally consistently and atleast a few times a day. !! I write in third person only and do so on discord. !!
So, the OC I'd like to use is;

Name: Azura Galadriel
Age: 30
Height: 6'0, 6'3 with her heels
Species: Witch
Familiar & Weapon: Owl, Dagger carried on her left hip.
Physical appearance: She has light brown hair that's thick and goes down to her hips, big green eyes, large pointed elf like ears with gold jewelry in them, tan skin and generally slim body. She wears a large variety of clothing, but usually white long dresses and heels, if it's cold she'll wear a cape. Her fingers and neck are always adorned with golden jewelery, her arms, legs and back are tattooed with white ink, creating intricate patterns all along her arms and hands. These tattoos glow when she is preforming magic. with She tends to look very angelic.
Personality/Background: She's the shy and soft type, her voice deep and soothing and mannerisms non-threatening. She makes an effort to keep personal matters to herself and is typically selective about who she lets into her life and heart. She's responsible, logical, reliable and very maternal, children and young adults alike tend to take her on as a mother figure. She's the polar opposite of impulsive, and really keeps impulsive people in line and grounded. She has a kind nature about her regarding people she trusts and loves, but she can dismissive when people upset heshe generally dislikes that person or she's just upset in general.
She grew up in a wealthy household with two parents, her mother was an extremely powerful witch known for her powerful healing spells and ability to cure most if not all disease and illness, and her father was the kingdoms medicine man who was accompanied by her mother. They only planned to have one child in their mid 40's, and that was Azura. Azura didn't get the upmost attention and love from her parents as a child as they were very busy with their work, leading her to become extremely self sufficient and develop an ability to handle herself, finances and time management extremely well at a young age.
She was very quickly noticed for her extremely powerful magic as a young child, and as she got older she became the most powerful witch in the kingdom, even more powerful than both of her parents. Instead of using this power for the wrong reasons, with her pure heart of gold, she followed her parents path and became the kingdoms most trusted medicine woman after her parents passed on. Her magic mostly plays off of herbs and potions to heal, and dancing, music and coordinated movement is very important for her magic.

Here's basics of the world and the plot:

This world is called Dhartī, and the Kingdom this takes place in is named The Kingdom of Prithvi. Prithvi is the Main Kingdom of this world, think the British Colonies of Dhartī. The rulers of Prithvi are widely feared and disliked, even by the people closest to them. Many creatures exist in this world, witches, orcs, elves, faeries, humans, goat people, etc. (I would prefer if you would keep your OC either a human or witch, though.)
The plot is a long lost lover plot, Involving a powerful witch who is very important to the Kingdom of Prithvi, my OC. As an 18 year old, she would travel to a far away village named SurakDeva to treat a new, unknown illness with her father as part of her training. Upon arriving, she would meet a boy. She ended up staying for two years, completely falling in love with this boy and spending most moments when she wasn't taking care of people with him. Her father found it cute but, they had to leave eventually. Once the disease died out, they had a very tearful goodbye, and she left back to the kingdom, never to see each other again.
10 years later, the very same boy, now a man she had fallen so deeply in love appeared in Prithvi in need of healing.

Things can be changed when we discuss more together, but thats the premise of what I'd like to do. That being said, if you're interested, message me just general info on ur OC and how you'd like to write this. I won't respond to 'hi' or anything, and I'd REALLY prefer you don't be flimsy about your OC, it can get frustrating. At the least, I'd appreciate a little self introduction! Thank you for reading if you got this far lol.