WE'LL STAY GOLD FOREVER
07-08-2014, 01:38 PM
suuuuper sorry for the length -- i want to wrap the meeting up quickly though because meetings are mundane yet essential so! please just reply to this with a short post of acknowledgement or if your chara has questions/something to say add that i guess lol. once you reply i'll set your chara's rank to student and you may start a private thread for art so she can give out tasks <3
i'm making my final art post on the twelfth of july.
i'm making my final art post on the twelfth of july.
Restless --- the phantom deity is fueled with uncertainty as she reclines upon her perch, poise IMMACULATE despite the haggard quality of her battered form. She knows not who will flock to Elysium?s domain in pursuit of a competent sovereign; and yet, she is undeterred by the possibility of arousing little interest with her fledgling reign --- the wraith can only presume Elysium shall congregate prestige with time as she governs with a firm and callous hand. Her crusade is to acquire infamy alongside her prospective advocates --- to lay waste to the subservient dregs that dare oppose her or her { thriving } family; her greatest desire is to conquer, to prosper beneath the limelight of victory, and to bathe in the blood of her adversaries ----- and it is within her pretentious beliefs that she believes she SHALL.
It is first that her favored hellion emerges from the shadows of their cryptic realm, offering her a spine-chilling sentiment which derives the upward curl from frayed lips --- a bedevilled grin she adorns wickedly upon sullied jaws. Decadent incisors protrude from bloodied gums with her wry smirk as her attention diverts from her brother and unto her only sister, mismatched violet and silver gaze indulging in her nubile physique as she elegantly maneuvers into her proximities --- breathtaking and enchanting all the same. ?Thank you, little dove,? the malevolent queen croons affectionately in response to her sibling?s praise, pupils trailing off after the petite deity as she retreats into the embrace of Cerberus, gifting him with a salacious kiss upon his jaws that the Elysius monarch remains impassive to; who more suitable to lust after than the GODS of their own family? And yet, the phantom is left with little room to contemplate the { twisted } relationship between her youthful half-siblings as the familiar dappled form of her sister?s former assailant sidles into her proximities, respectable enough in her approach to earn the Elysius? indifference; surely she is not daft enough to assault her siblings in the queen?s presence. ?Oh, how could I forget you, Miss Thyre. I will have you on the condition that you bring no harm to my siblings ----- unless I ask of it.? The faintest trace of amusement flickers upon her marred countenance and yet her words are given with utmost sincerity; the dappled soldier would need to discard any ill intent she harbors towards the Elysius family if she is to truly thrive within her ranks.
Next approaches an unfamiliar { yet evidently vigorous } youth, lavished in various scars that the Elysius wraith finds herself enraptured with, attention wavering from Daegmar and unto this Catrix of whom she offers the brief tip of her sloped skull in greeting. ?I will not shun strength from my ranks; those who pull their weight will earn their place here, blackbird,? she informs the girl with utmost certainty, muzzle inclining towards the slight gathering before her in gesture of welcome as a pallid form approaches her, introducing herself accordingly. ?Aaliyah -- perhaps you and I should meet in private after this,? the tyrant muses aloud as she ponders her injuries that evidently deserve medical attention; perhaps Aaliyah could tend to them and earn her title as Nurse? However, the phantom is unable to ponder the state of her own wounds as her final acolyte strides into the gathering, harboring a slightly curt tone that extracts amusement from the paladin --- ah, so he had known of her previous victory and failure? ?When I took this pack from the Valhallan queen, I had a crown but no purpose --- an empty title with little to show for it. My purpose resides in providing for my family--? she briefly gestures towards Cerberus and Nephele, ?--and I do not intend upon abandoning them when I am needed.? Her speech is laced with sincerity and yet she is uncaring to the fact that her word may not be trustworthy enough to a complete stranger; he may take her words for their worth or he may scorn her for her former negligence --- she would not beg for anyone?s forgiveness.
When it becomes apparent to the phantom that no others wish to thrive beneath her rule, her pupils scan the premises of the clearing, lingering upon each form of her potential acolytes with acknowledgement before velveteen nostrils flare with the deep intake of oxygen. ?Perhaps few of you know, but I am Artemis Elysius --- fledgling tyrant of Elysium and usurper of the former Arcanum queen. I once held this pack and yet ABANDONED it shortly afterwards-----though today I stand before you, determined to redeem myself for what was lost. Elysium will not be a pack for the faint at heart, I must warn you, and it will certainly not be a pack whose members laze about bearing titles they have not yet earned. I secured this pack for my family and yet they are not entitled to prestige; all hold an equal opportunity to rise in the ranks if they sweat and bleed for it. For now, you all will bear the title of Elysium Student --- a trial period that will end in your promotion or demotion, depending upon your effort. For those who seek promotion from Student must meet with me in private, and from there I will assess your skills and assign you with a task to perform within a certain time frame. Should you successfully perform this task, I will promote you accordingly; failure, however, results in a demotion to serf for your lack of effort. You do not want to uphold this title; I promise you.? It is with this that a wicked smirk chisels her porcelain features, chest inflating as she inhales yet again before proceeding with her prolonged { yet paramount } speech. ?You will all be expected to relentlessly train in combat to sharpen your skills; I will be holding battle-training sessions for those who seek guidance in the art of war. Ambition is another essential asset to Elysium --- those who seek glory must earn it through bloodshed, and yet, you must confide within me of your desire to challenge for a rank before you do so. If your challenge goes uncontested, you will be expected to fight me. All ranks may be challenged for --- though prodigy { heir } is reserved for family and family alone.? Though even they would be forced to fight for such a title. ?Elysium will be strong, and we will make it so.? Confidence flares within her chest cavity at this statement, cryptic gaze yet again sweeping the crowd in search of any who desire to share their input --- any who harbor questions they wish to slake.
It is first that her favored hellion emerges from the shadows of their cryptic realm, offering her a spine-chilling sentiment which derives the upward curl from frayed lips --- a bedevilled grin she adorns wickedly upon sullied jaws. Decadent incisors protrude from bloodied gums with her wry smirk as her attention diverts from her brother and unto her only sister, mismatched violet and silver gaze indulging in her nubile physique as she elegantly maneuvers into her proximities --- breathtaking and enchanting all the same. ?Thank you, little dove,? the malevolent queen croons affectionately in response to her sibling?s praise, pupils trailing off after the petite deity as she retreats into the embrace of Cerberus, gifting him with a salacious kiss upon his jaws that the Elysius monarch remains impassive to; who more suitable to lust after than the GODS of their own family? And yet, the phantom is left with little room to contemplate the { twisted } relationship between her youthful half-siblings as the familiar dappled form of her sister?s former assailant sidles into her proximities, respectable enough in her approach to earn the Elysius? indifference; surely she is not daft enough to assault her siblings in the queen?s presence. ?Oh, how could I forget you, Miss Thyre. I will have you on the condition that you bring no harm to my siblings ----- unless I ask of it.? The faintest trace of amusement flickers upon her marred countenance and yet her words are given with utmost sincerity; the dappled soldier would need to discard any ill intent she harbors towards the Elysius family if she is to truly thrive within her ranks.
Next approaches an unfamiliar { yet evidently vigorous } youth, lavished in various scars that the Elysius wraith finds herself enraptured with, attention wavering from Daegmar and unto this Catrix of whom she offers the brief tip of her sloped skull in greeting. ?I will not shun strength from my ranks; those who pull their weight will earn their place here, blackbird,? she informs the girl with utmost certainty, muzzle inclining towards the slight gathering before her in gesture of welcome as a pallid form approaches her, introducing herself accordingly. ?Aaliyah -- perhaps you and I should meet in private after this,? the tyrant muses aloud as she ponders her injuries that evidently deserve medical attention; perhaps Aaliyah could tend to them and earn her title as Nurse? However, the phantom is unable to ponder the state of her own wounds as her final acolyte strides into the gathering, harboring a slightly curt tone that extracts amusement from the paladin --- ah, so he had known of her previous victory and failure? ?When I took this pack from the Valhallan queen, I had a crown but no purpose --- an empty title with little to show for it. My purpose resides in providing for my family--? she briefly gestures towards Cerberus and Nephele, ?--and I do not intend upon abandoning them when I am needed.? Her speech is laced with sincerity and yet she is uncaring to the fact that her word may not be trustworthy enough to a complete stranger; he may take her words for their worth or he may scorn her for her former negligence --- she would not beg for anyone?s forgiveness.
When it becomes apparent to the phantom that no others wish to thrive beneath her rule, her pupils scan the premises of the clearing, lingering upon each form of her potential acolytes with acknowledgement before velveteen nostrils flare with the deep intake of oxygen. ?Perhaps few of you know, but I am Artemis Elysius --- fledgling tyrant of Elysium and usurper of the former Arcanum queen. I once held this pack and yet ABANDONED it shortly afterwards-----though today I stand before you, determined to redeem myself for what was lost. Elysium will not be a pack for the faint at heart, I must warn you, and it will certainly not be a pack whose members laze about bearing titles they have not yet earned. I secured this pack for my family and yet they are not entitled to prestige; all hold an equal opportunity to rise in the ranks if they sweat and bleed for it. For now, you all will bear the title of Elysium Student --- a trial period that will end in your promotion or demotion, depending upon your effort. For those who seek promotion from Student must meet with me in private, and from there I will assess your skills and assign you with a task to perform within a certain time frame. Should you successfully perform this task, I will promote you accordingly; failure, however, results in a demotion to serf for your lack of effort. You do not want to uphold this title; I promise you.? It is with this that a wicked smirk chisels her porcelain features, chest inflating as she inhales yet again before proceeding with her prolonged { yet paramount } speech. ?You will all be expected to relentlessly train in combat to sharpen your skills; I will be holding battle-training sessions for those who seek guidance in the art of war. Ambition is another essential asset to Elysium --- those who seek glory must earn it through bloodshed, and yet, you must confide within me of your desire to challenge for a rank before you do so. If your challenge goes uncontested, you will be expected to fight me. All ranks may be challenged for --- though prodigy { heir } is reserved for family and family alone.? Though even they would be forced to fight for such a title. ?Elysium will be strong, and we will make it so.? Confidence flares within her chest cavity at this statement, cryptic gaze yet again sweeping the crowd in search of any who desire to share their input --- any who harbor questions they wish to slake.