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@distorting-the-world
Muse
Name: Kylin Age: 17 Affinity: Spatial Distortion Squad: Black Bulls Extra: They are a commoner, and one with very little respect for royals and nobles at that. This is thanks to past... issues. Although they can be rather vulgar and rude at times, this is to shield themselves from the possibility of getting hurt by people getting close and betraying them, rather than a blatant dislike for people. A mixture of both might be the case when it comes to royals and nobles.
Late Night Wanderings Sentence Starters
“What are you doing out this late?”
“This part of town isn’t a good place to be at this time of night.”
“Now what’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?”
“You do realize what time it is, right?”
“Where are you going at this hour?”
“The sun isn’t rising anytime soon, you know.”
“Do you know where I am?”
“The city looks different at night.”
“This street is very dark…”
“Why don’t you come stand in the light?”
“Are you lost?”
“I got turned around in the dark…”
“This isn’t the time to go wandering around.”
“Only fools and trouble come out to these parts at this hour.”
“Looking for trouble, are we?”
“A little late to be shopping.”
“Just coming back from the bar?”
“Think any of the pubs are still going to be open?”
“Trouble lurks around every shadowed corner.”
“Woah! I didn’t see you there!”
“Where did you come from?”
“What are you doing here?”
“A bold move to show your face here in the shadows of night.”
“Go home.”
“It isn’t safe here at this time of night.”
“You’re being watched.”
“What are you doing still up?”
“Looking for something?”
“I like walking when the streets are empty.”
“It’s dangerous to walk at night alone.”
“I know where I’m going.”
“The trees are kind of spooky…”
“Did you hear that howl?”
“Was…was that an owl…?”
“This path is scary at night…”
“The woods is no place a __ after dusk.”
“Oh you poor soul, wandering lost in the forest under the new moon…”
“You can’t see the stars from here…”
“This is the witching hour.”
“Dark beasts lurk here. Be cautious.”
“Stay on the road!”
“Talking a midnight stroll along the beach?”
“The ocean is so mysterious at night…”
“What brings you to the pier at this hour?”
“What dangers lurk in these dark waters, I wonder.”
“You’re going to get yourself lost one of these days.”
🌙+ your own
"So... People told me I should make something like this..." The girl yawns loudly. "People being Lenna in this case... Oh, whatever. Well, if you wanna ask a question or whatever... Go ahead, I guess." She yawns again, running a hand through her hair.
Send ➺to find my muse badly wounded and bleeding after a battle.
The "You said I couldn't so I went ahead and did it" Squad
🕸 (@distorting-the-world)
A swift kick to the rotted old door flung it open, shards of wood flying into the dark, dank stone hallway in-front of them. Cobwebs cluttered the corners of the room, some floating fragments having been torn off the door when it was opened floating towards the ground as dust was kicked into the air around them. The magic eminating from this place was the real deal, but it honestly looked like it was falling apart. Moss had managed to grow between stone bricks near the door, although there wasn't enough light for it to travel very far, and droplets of water could be seen slowly dripping down the walls...
Suffice to say, this was not what Ryūtai had expected based on Asta and Lady Noelle's descriptions of a dungeon.
"Well... I suppose we've a job to do then, right?" he mumbled, clearly reluctant to enter somewhere so... Horrid! However, that didn't stop them from stepping inside (however much they hated it) and turning towards their squadmate with a sigh.
"Are you ready then?"
@distorting-the-world
This is probably the first time in a while Kylin's not on a solo-mission, but surprisingly, they don't really mind too much. Always being alone tends to get boring, even for someone who prefers the quiet and freedom of loneliness such as themselves. The place has piqued their intrigue, with the way it looks, making them practically vibrate on the spot as they check to make sure they still have their grimoire with them. Wouldn't be the first time they forgot it at the base.
The mutter makes them smirk as they stuff their hands in their pockets. A job to do, a place to explore, and stuff to fuck up. "'Course I'm ready." They step inside, really not bothered in the slightest by how the place looks. "The real question here is, are you?"
"O-of course I am!" the Plasma Mage replies, almost offended at the notion of them being scared off by a little dirt and dust.
It was certainly true that he'd much rather be dealing with a more... Hygenic dungeon, but at the end of the day the two of them had a job to do... No matter how discomforting the grime was.
A small sphere of bright-white plasma appears floating above their palm as they slowly venture inside, using the magic as a light-source as they turn back to the other.
"No matter my stance on this place, we've a duty to uphold. Besides... This is something I aught to get used to..." they added, honestly a little ashamed that they were so hesitant to begin with. They'd fought for their country on countless occasions, and stared death in the face more times than they could truly fathm, surely a little grime would be nothing to them after that?!
"Come on, we've work to do." they finished as they continued deeper, holding the light out in-front of them as they walk. The visibility certainly isn't the greatest, and that combined with the earie silence and the tight space certainly creates an atmosphere of sorts...
Kylin just grins as they listen to the other, head tilted slightly. For whatever reason, Ryūtai's reaction just is funny to them.
"Ah, right, 'a duty to uphold'." They snort as they stroll further in, one hand now out of their pockets to trail along the wall. Is there any actual reason for that...? Who knows! Kylin's always been a bit of a mystery to most.
As they walk, they start softly humming an old song their mother used to sing, which, honestly? Only sounds straight up creepy, in this context. Not that they really seem to notice that, with how at ease they seem here. Almost like they've spent a lot of time in places like this... Truly, this one is something special.
'Well he's certainly a Black Bull...' Ryūtai thought to themselves as they continued pushing forwards, resting their free hand on one of their Particle Focus Wands.
"Of course, we are Magic Knights after all." they began, keeping vigilant in case of traps or foes as they continued.
"It's our duty to do our best to keep the kingdom safe, and exploring Dungeons and obtaining their treasure for the benefit of the Clover Kingdom is a part of that." the Plasma Mage adds in a tired tone as they cautiously lead the two of them deeper into the Dungeon.
"No matter my... Preferences..."
Wait a second: was it just them, or... Was this corridor getting thinner as they kept going...?
"Heh, you're one of those, then." Kylin snickers as they just walk, one hand still trailing over the wall, their eyes flickering everywhere.
"I never joined for the whole 'protecting the kingdom and its people' thing. Nor did I do it for the glory, or for the pay." How many reasons are left for them to have joined then?
"Then again, I wonder how many people actually joined out of a desire to keep the country safe. I doubt it's a lot." They press their hand a bit firmer against the wall, although not hard enough to chafe.
Even with how relaxed they seem, and honestly are, their senses are on high alert. This is not somewhere they've been before, after all, and who knows what might be lurking? Better safe than sorry.
Send ‘regress’ to meet my muse as a child.
🕸 (@distorting-the-world)
A swift kick to the rotted old door flung it open, shards of wood flying into the dark, dank stone hallway in-front of them. Cobwebs cluttered the corners of the room, some floating fragments having been torn off the door when it was opened floating towards the ground as dust was kicked into the air around them. The magic eminating from this place was the real deal, but it honestly looked like it was falling apart. Moss had managed to grow between stone bricks near the door, although there wasn't enough light for it to travel very far, and droplets of water could be seen slowly dripping down the walls...
Suffice to say, this was not what Ryūtai had expected based on Asta and Lady Noelle's descriptions of a dungeon.
"Well... I suppose we've a job to do then, right?" he mumbled, clearly reluctant to enter somewhere so... Horrid! However, that didn't stop them from stepping inside (however much they hated it) and turning towards their squadmate with a sigh.
"Are you ready then?"
@distorting-the-world
This is probably the first time in a while Kylin's not on a solo-mission, but surprisingly, they don't really mind too much. Always being alone tends to get boring, even for someone who prefers the quiet and freedom of loneliness such as themselves. The place has piqued their intrigue, with the way it looks, making them practically vibrate on the spot as they check to make sure they still have their grimoire with them. Wouldn't be the first time they forgot it at the base.
The mutter makes them smirk as they stuff their hands in their pockets. A job to do, a place to explore, and stuff to fuck up. "'Course I'm ready." They step inside, really not bothered in the slightest by how the place looks. "The real question here is, are you?"
"O-of course I am!" the Plasma Mage replies, almost offended at the notion of them being scared off by a little dirt and dust.
It was certainly true that he'd much rather be dealing with a more... Hygenic dungeon, but at the end of the day the two of them had a job to do... No matter how discomforting the grime was.
A small sphere of bright-white plasma appears floating above their palm as they slowly venture inside, using the magic as a light-source as they turn back to the other.
"No matter my stance on this place, we've a duty to uphold. Besides... This is something I aught to get used to..." they added, honestly a little ashamed that they were so hesitant to begin with. They'd fought for their country on countless occasions, and stared death in the face more times than they could truly fathm, surely a little grime would be nothing to them after that?!
"Come on, we've work to do." they finished as they continued deeper, holding the light out in-front of them as they walk. The visibility certainly isn't the greatest, and that combined with the earie silence and the tight space certainly creates an atmosphere of sorts...
Kylin just grins as they listen to the other, head tilted slightly. For whatever reason, Ryūtai's reaction just is funny to them.
"Ah, right, 'a duty to uphold'." They snort as they stroll further in, one hand now out of their pockets to trail along the wall. Is there any actual reason for that...? Who knows! Kylin's always been a bit of a mystery to most.
As they walk, they start softly humming an old song their mother used to sing, which, honestly? Only sounds straight up creepy, in this context. Not that they really seem to notice that, with how at ease they seem here. Almost like they've spent a lot of time in places like this... Truly, this one is something special.
🕸 (@distorting-the-world)
A swift kick to the rotted old door flung it open, shards of wood flying into the dark, dank stone hallway in-front of them. Cobwebs cluttered the corners of the room, some floating fragments having been torn off the door when it was opened floating towards the ground as dust was kicked into the air around them. The magic eminating from this place was the real deal, but it honestly looked like it was falling apart. Moss had managed to grow between stone bricks near the door, although there wasn't enough light for it to travel very far, and droplets of water could be seen slowly dripping down the walls...
Suffice to say, this was not what Ryūtai had expected based on Asta and Lady Noelle's descriptions of a dungeon.
"Well... I suppose we've a job to do then, right?" he mumbled, clearly reluctant to enter somewhere so... Horrid! However, that didn't stop them from stepping inside (however much they hated it) and turning towards their squadmate with a sigh.
"Are you ready then?"
@distorting-the-world
This is probably the first time in a while Kylin's not on a solo-mission, but surprisingly, they don't really mind too much. Always being alone tends to get boring, even for someone who prefers the quiet and freedom of loneliness such as themselves. The place has piqued their intrigue, with the way it looks, making them practically vibrate on the spot as they check to make sure they still have their grimoire with them. Wouldn't be the first time they forgot it at the base.
The mutter makes them smirk as they stuff their hands in their pockets. A job to do, a place to explore, and stuff to fuck up. "'Course I'm ready." They step inside, really not bothered in the slightest by how the place looks. "The real question here is, are you?"
Your muse just caught mine singing when they thought they were alone. Send “Nice voice” for my muse’s reaction to them realizing yours was listening
16: What your character does on a day off?
“Something I do on a day off?” Kylin pauses their scribbling as they snicker. “When Yami-dancho isn’t demanding weird stuff, you mean?” There’s a brief glance around as if to check the Black Bulls captain isn’t near. “I like to draw, usually on the roof, or go out, into a town.”
Send me “Can’t Catch These Feelings” for our muses to pretend to be a couple as part of a game!
Whoever falls for the other first loses.
Send “Marry me!” to see my muse’s reaction to yours suddenly proposing to them!
Doesn’t matter if we’ve never interacted before!
Send ✧ for me to make an open starter!
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01: A memory from your character’s childhood
02: A memory from your character’s teenage years
03: A memory from your character’s career
04: A memory that your character cherishes
05: A memory that your character wishes to erase
06: Something that makes your character angry
07: Something that makes your character happy
08: Something that makes your character laugh
09: Something that frightens your character
10: Something that turns your character on
11: Describe your character’s childhood friend
12: Describe your character’s parents
13: Describe your character’s former lover
14: Describe your character’s present best friend
15: Describe your character’s worst enemy
16: What your character does on a day of
17: What kind of books your character reads
18: What kind of music your character likes
19: What your character does when they wake up
20: What your character is like at social events
Yo! Sorry to bother you, but if you fancy RPing with a Black Clover OC written by someone with pleanty of writing and RP experience, then could you do me a favour and reblog this please? Thanks a million!
hello!! since these go by a lot faster than the regular banners, i thought, why not give it a go? – anyways, this is an INDEPENDENT roleplay blog for asta from the shounen jump manga series: black clover! who is asta you ask?
a literal ball of sunshine who dreams to be the sorcerer’s emperor; the highest knight of the land. looks like hinata shouyou’s long lost brother, too.
has a rivalry to see who will be the sorcerer’s emperor first with his childhood companion, yuno.
asta is a teenager born without mana, not just little, any at all. which makes him special out of all the other knights.
he’s also a member of the lowest ranking knight squad: the black bulls. (known for their destructive behavior.)
has an adorable crush on the sister (nun of the orphanage) who raised him.
so if you could please REBLOG/LIKE this post, i’ll make sure to check out your blog for a potential follow!! (personals do not reblog.)
