CasualAdventurer
Killjoy
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"Our physical selves can leave their places of birth easily. It is simply a matter of standing and taking those steps. The soul, however, cannot move as freely. Where it emerges within our grand versum, it remains..."
High Mentor Olivier entered the theater. The temple of Cyrus stood over twenty stories high, enough to challenge the more modern buildings that surrounded it, but he chose to hold this particular gathering at the lowest level. It felt fitting. Most unnerving, however, was his audience. A collection of miscreant students, with a single, outlying instructor that wanted to be there even less than they. As a whole, they represented the most recent disappointments in all of their groups, so belligerent in their teachings that Olivier felt it appropriate to take action. "In all my years of guiding the youths that have crossed the threshold of this great temple, I don't believe I've ever met a group of people so undeserving of the versum's gifts. And yes, Mentor, you're included in that," he prattled on from the stage, staring into each of their souls. "Your lack of respect for the sanctity of our abilities, for the institution of harnessing education we provide, is appalling. I see no alternative than to reinforce what you've failed to learn."
His attention turned entirely to the rogue Mentor. "You've been tasked with chaperoning these uninspired young people along a pilgrimage. I can think of no better way to learn than from the Masters, and I encourage you, Mentor, to listen to their words of wisdom just as closely. Perhaps some of you will redeem yourselves."
The versum, the realm in which our souls reside, acts as a map for our mastery over this world. Air above, earth below, fire and water at our sides, with vast transmutations beyond.
A gifted soul first lives at the versum's first ring, usually at the sources of the four basic elements. In reality, no soul truly resides at the center. Such an existence would achieve control over more than the physical realm, and has never been reached.
"...Unless trained."A gifted soul first lives at the versum's first ring, usually at the sources of the four basic elements. In reality, no soul truly resides at the center. Such an existence would achieve control over more than the physical realm, and has never been reached.
yeah, I stole this
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High Mentor Olivier entered the theater. The temple of Cyrus stood over twenty stories high, enough to challenge the more modern buildings that surrounded it, but he chose to hold this particular gathering at the lowest level. It felt fitting. Most unnerving, however, was his audience. A collection of miscreant students, with a single, outlying instructor that wanted to be there even less than they. As a whole, they represented the most recent disappointments in all of their groups, so belligerent in their teachings that Olivier felt it appropriate to take action. "In all my years of guiding the youths that have crossed the threshold of this great temple, I don't believe I've ever met a group of people so undeserving of the versum's gifts. And yes, Mentor, you're included in that," he prattled on from the stage, staring into each of their souls. "Your lack of respect for the sanctity of our abilities, for the institution of harnessing education we provide, is appalling. I see no alternative than to reinforce what you've failed to learn."
His attention turned entirely to the rogue Mentor. "You've been tasked with chaperoning these uninspired young people along a pilgrimage. I can think of no better way to learn than from the Masters, and I encourage you, Mentor, to listen to their words of wisdom just as closely. Perhaps some of you will redeem yourselves."
Okay, so, this story's about a group of crappy students in a world ripped-off from the Avatar franchise. (The one with element-bending, not the blue cats.) Basically, they're all gonna go on this little adventure to gain some sort of respect for the culture surrounding their powers. And I'll be playing a sort of similarly-inclined teacher that also has some self-improvement to do. (And in between, we'll have fight scenes and power progression, probably~)
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• I will be the one to control any sort of gaining of powers.
• Your character must begin at one of the four elements.
• No being OP, obvs.
• Be decent at writing.
• Maybe I'll think of more.
• Your character must begin at one of the four elements.
• No being OP, obvs.
• Be decent at writing.
• Maybe I'll think of more.
[Face Claim]
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Nickname:
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Orientation:
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Tattoos:
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Personality:
Bio:
Element:
Progression Lean: (One of the eight disciplines that go past the first four. Not super picky about these being repeated, but you know, lame.)
