what the heck is this para rp thing anyhow ...?

When I first came here  I had  No idea (no honestly ) No idea , of what rp was ..the mythological and legendary para  rp  was something I just DID NOT UNDERSTAND !!!!

Now  its not easy to do this in kos , constant attacks and weird chaotic moments rule but if you sneak off to a quite place with a plan..I found it possible.

I think I'm falling deeply in love with the para ..yes, my trusty friend notepad or wordpad fixes my spelling  and I can compose stuff while I wait  without loosing  focus ..then copy and paste...

I was so happy with this I wanted to share  the love ..((I know its far from perfect )), but to encourage all of us to lengthen those sentences into paragraphs ..too invoke something beautiful  with words seems  fitting for the djinn..

the following took place in the library :between indigo and a maji..

16:49]  wolfenstien Khandr: knocks on the door ...

[16:49]  wolfenstien Khandr: sallam young maji amerock...

[16:49]  No room to sit here, try another spot.

[16:50]  amarock Amat looks up as he was slowly tieing knots together with stirp bit by bit . Taking adeep breath chukling " Sallam Indigo

[16:51]  wolfenstien Khandr: smiles , seeing he is devoted to his studies , tkes in the musty air of the libraray .. its dust and smell of oldness and relaxes ...

[16:52]  amarock Amat not really doing anything other then mutteirng over a strand of bright silver cloth slowly binding it about his wrists into loose looops as if he was croshaing

[16:53]  amarock Amat: What do you know of colors?

[16:53]  wolfenstien Khandr: grins ...you were going to tell me about the book i gave ..you the small one with the red cover , the contents of whitch i decribed to you ..

[16:54]  amarock Amat: I .... dont understand it .. must be the most ancient of texts

[16:55]  wolfenstien Khandr: avoids the question, sercetive as she is , knowing the knowlege she bears is not for mortals, what she chooses to share is safe for there minds like children are fragile and she must be as gentle as she can...

[16:56]  wolfenstien Khandr: it was written last year ..can you not read maji ?

[16:57]  amarock Amat: Must be forign then of coruse I can read Dijinn. I mean magis are just natrual wise powerful all knowing things of course " says with slight ting of regret as he goes back to lopping the silver cloth about his wrist

[16:58]  wolfenstien Khandr: frowns it is in arabic, the languge of the winds , that spoken by most locals in including yourself, a fine languge some what beutiful in its forms ..

[17:01]  wolfenstien Khandr: stands close to him leaning over as she unrolls a scroll.. one filled with all the letters of the alphabet, her skin touches his as she leans over him to place it directly in front of him

[17:01]  amarock Amat gaze at the scrools sighign softly feeling her skin yet not feeling attraction as he was ashamed not living up to his reputation . " ...What...what is this more thing to insult mere humans with?"

[17:04]  wolfenstien Khandr: is secretly pleased that she has managed to over come her flames , prevoisly if she so much as touched a mortal man she would bust into fire , her flames protecting her from unwanted attentions.., she pionts to the first letter ..ailif as in in sAlAAm..

[17:07]  amarock Amat frown ssoftly gaizing at it sighing deeply " I .....yes its salAAm" says flustered at being taught likea child

[17:09]  wolfenstien Khandr: frowns and points to the diamonds above the letters ..constanents, she tries to be patent with him, not filling his mind with too much at a time , but this knowledge to her is mortal business , such a thing a maji should know if he's to cast a spell...or write an incantation , this is the method she believes is used to teach such things , she finds it to slow ...far to slow ..and considers another approach more fitting for a djinn

[17:12]  amarock Amat sighs looking at each bit never being one to write down his deeds or learnings. He had learned to write and history throu the binding of knots on cords. Its where his magic also stemed from " C.....cah ......Cloth "

[17:15]  wolfenstien Khandr: passes her hand over the scroll the letters , responding as she slides her fingers over them , carefully she traces the first letter with the tip of her finger , then lifts her hand up and makes it follow her, peeling off the page like a living thing it undulates in the air for a moment...

[17:16]  amarock Amat raises his eyebrow watching hr as it quivered and floated int heair. sihgins oftly leaing back as he stuided her action

[17:18]  wolfenstien Khandr: she letts it sit and does the same to the others each in turn lifting becoming an entity , culing like a snake as it ripples in the air neither solid nor unsolid, she repeats her action till all the letters group like a cloud of beings flashing and moving like a swarm of bees, they begin to hum...

[17:19]  amarock Amat growls softly at magic he did not know . Hand slowly sliding along towrdsHis blue scarf being ready incase his teacher was doing smething that he would regret" What.....are you attempting" looks at hte worms int he air

[17:21]  wolfenstien Khandr: in return she hums , sings to them like children. each has its sound, each has a meaning , she seeks this out of each individually as the noise fills the air . she finds it unharmonious and begins to arrange them into a tune directing them with her hands like a mad orchestra . as they begin to chase her hands and sound in turn one after the other ...

[17:25]  amarock Amat watches the mad dash of letters in the air. The noise for som reason seeming more like a screaming bull then actual music. Blinking as he tried to take in the deatil as he takes a deep breath softly closing his eyes fully . With a simple shudder opeining his mind to the diiin

[17:26]  wolfenstien Khandr: once she has them under her control she breaths out ,and casts both hands up into the air , forming them into an unruly line ..giving each a colour , a rainbow of meaning , a system he might understand and sends them to circle his head ...

claps her hands three times and they glide to touch his skin settling on his body in different areas..

[17:28]  amarock Amat shivers feeling her magic. As he always seem to be alergic to other forms that were not his . Taking another deep breath as he gazes down seeing the strobbing lights of diffenrt lines arranged along his body

[17:29]  wolfenstien Khandr: she takes her breath in ..and lets them sink into his flesh hoping they will allow him to absorb the knowledge he seeks ..knowing that eventually they will fade ..

[17:31]  amarock Amat sighs shiveirng as he feels them sink bit by bit inot him as he looks down then back up at her . Only closiing his eyes feeling a cold chill that sent a shock striaght up his spinal tap

[17:32]  wolfenstien Khandr: as she finishes her incantation her skin fades, its dark blue dimming as if in response to the majic she has just done , there is always a cost to such incantations , her strength is is the cost and her skin shows it ..she needs to feed soon to replenish what she has given..

[17:33]  wolfenstien Khandr: she heres swords

[17:33]  wolfenstien Khandr: and draws hers ready...

[17:35]  amarock Amat blinking slightly slumping into the desk as he takes a deep breath groanign * what.... why .....i ....i feel weird" shakes hsi head lightl as headjsuts himslef slowly standing up his legs weak

[17:35]  wolfenstien Khandr: turns to face the danger she can hear..muttering as she does , i must return home..she will never admitt her weaknesses nor how much her hunger drives her..

[17:36]  wolfenstien Khandr: she flees

indigo

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Time on:  whenever i can sneak a spare moment

SLName:   wolfenstien Khandr:

Name:  indigo mehendi

Gender:  female

Age :  indigo is not sure  she lost track she guesses- 3000 years she comes from a time when they  worshipped the goddess , but  sleeps for many years before wakening in this place

Mythology : djinn 

tribe :ghul (or so she thinks )

Special Powers:  dreams, Spells, Shapeshifting

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Story ..

I do not remember being born, certainly not being a child, that was far too long ago..............

Much of my past is hidden from me , buried  deep in my mind like tiny treasures hidden in the dark yet to be revealed. 

The things I do know are, that  I was sleeping deeply, one could say hibernating when the sounds of fighting awakened me . I know now this was the fighting of the knights of Irrem. I stumbled from my hiding place, tender from rest, sleepy and slow, disoriented. I restored my health by gnawing on the bones I found in the crypts below the city. I kept to the dark hidden, safe, unseen. 

 I followed the tunnel upwards and found that a temple of sorts  had been built on the remains of the temple I had slept in.

To my horror and disgust  there was a strange male god figure (osirus I think) in place of the goddess (she who has 100 names) who had once been worshipped here................ 

Gone were the beautiful priestesses who had treated me as part of the divine and made offerings to my people, understanding as they did our part in the ways of the world. 

Gone were the sacred fires, the oasis, the  hidden gardens . All my sacrifice was for nothing my lover the priestess is long gone..... her temple desecrated and left to the sands, rebuilt in another  gods image and yet again desecrated and left to ruin.... 

Time eats all things.

Time has eaten my love, so long ago all traces of her have vanished …...

I do not know how long I slept, I have taken a new form a new incarnation, like a phoenix I have been reborn but must have been too weak to wake.

Saddened by this loss but  still week as a kitten,  Eventually I followed the tunnels up to see the light, the sun the moon the stars.

I found a small city and its inhabitants, I wandered aimlessly discovering, exploring.

I find humans intriguing, fascinating. I meet  with a range of odd responses from the inhabitants of Irrem many are distrustful of my kind, the colour of my skin once seen as divine is now either scary or strange to some. 

I found a tent and helped myself to tea , I sat in the coolness of the oasis till a rude Beduin threatened me with a sword made from steel and drove me from that place. I did not understand surely the Bedu have not changed that much? Once they conversed with us calling for aid, for favourable winds and safety for their herds. Now they attack on sight they have no respect for my people .

The steel hurt me, I am sensitive to it  and dislike it intensely, wounded I ran towards the city finding there food and shelter till I met others of my kind, and found my way back to my realm. The djinn realm being a calm and peaceful place. 

I am returning to my power slowly, as I heal and remember what once was. I am studying my peoples history to learn more about myself, I suspect I am of the ghul tribe, soon the form I have now will not hold my spirit. Everything changes …......

The knowledge of the old ways is with me, I therefore am a disobedient djinn not holding to Osiris, Allah, Jehovah or any of the sky gods. If that makes me evil then so be it …..............

Nova

Nova
Gender: female
Age: 107 years old
Mythology: Wood Elf
Special Powers: Healing, Spells, Shapeshifting

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Backround Story:

Nova was born a wood elf in a forest by the sea to the Healer of the clan (her mother) and the Leader of the clan (her father). Her people were driven out by war, their refusal to harm anyother being leaving them with no choice but to flee or die. She became separated from them and wandered the world for many years until she came to Ireem. Here she found a new family with the Djinn who accepted her for who and what she was without questions or judgments. Though she loves all of them, a select few are very near and dear to her heart...for these she will go against her nature and fight and die for them if need be.

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Zuba

Macuran Teardrop
Zuba
Gender: Male
Age: Born when Allah created earth
Djinn
Special Powers: Ancient Spells, Rejuvination, Fire Thrower

Background Story:

Zūba’a was made from 'smokeless fire' by Allah in the same way humans were made of earth. This gave him a dark charcoal skin and ashes of cloud that follow him on every foot steps. He was outcasted from the garden of eden by Allah, when he refuses to bow to Adam when Allah told him to do so. By disobeying Allah, he was thrown out of Paradise. He has lower intelligence than humans but are physically stronger. Zūba’a is usually invisible to humans and humans do not appear clear to him. He has the power to travel large distances extremely quickly and live in remote areas, mountains, seas, trees, and the air

Zūba’a first came to earth and was captured by Kind David, father of King Solomon and due to his loyalty, Zūba’a was assigned as guardian spirit duing the birth of King Solomon. He remain in the court of King Solomon and help him build the first temple which help reduced demonic activities in his kingdom.

Zūba’a was so trusted by King Solomon before his death in 3000 BC.

Special Talent - Lute Arabic, Renaissance, Baroque

Silvac Greybeard

Silvac Greybeard
Gender: Male
Age: 200
Anubis-Egypt
Special powers: Dark magic, shapshifting, Spirit magic

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Silvac came into being about 200 years ago, he was created by a unknown force. He fought in several skirmishes before receding to the sands in slumber. he awoke roughly 150 years ago and then wandered the sands learning dark magic from a nercomancer.

He changed his form often to hide what he really was until he decided to stay as what he was created as. He wandered around before being captured as a one winged dragon with a burnt wing. his powers limited by capture, he was sold to a Djinn and then was freed, He wandered about for a while before the Bedouin found him and captured him. He stayed with them for a while before finding his warrior roots. they taught him how to fight with the scimitar, after a while he found he did not belong and then left deciding to see if the magi would accept him their ranks, he was not accepted. then after a while longer he found his home in the hills by the Djinn teleporter. After a few days he talked to the Djinn leader and was invited to join. He shall serve faithfully till the end of himself.

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~*Djinn Tribes*~

 Jann

             -The Jann is the djinn of the Earth element, and is believed to have been the first race of djinn ever to inhabit the earth. They are also considered to be the lowest and weakest form of Djinn because they worked so closely and heavily with humans. They represent strength, abundance, stability, and femininity, bringing peace and wealth into the home, or strength in troubling times. This particular type of Djinn likes to serve. This is the ONLY Djinn type that can not shapeshift at all.

 Jinn

             -The Jinn are basic and very common since they were one of the first Djinn tribe to be created. There is not much difference between this class of Djinn and the Jann classification. They also liked to serve and work closely with humans. However, the Jinn typically had the gift of prophecy. They are the least magical of all the Djinn, but they love mortals and often enjoy having intellectual debates with them. They are most commonly in mortal form (in order to easily talk/debate with them) and some have nearly become mortal.

 Marid

             -The Marid are often associated with open waters of the seas and oceans where it finds sanctuary. The Marid are arguably the most powerful of the Djinn. (The Shai'tan would beg to differ). They also have the ability to grant wishes to mortals, but that usually requires battle, and according to some imprisonment, rituals, or just a great deal of flattery. The Marid may or may not serve. It typically depends on their mood and often a lot of flattery and stroking their ego. They were masters of weather control. Without proper respect, there was a possibility a sailor's ship would be destroyed. In their natural forms, they often have blue or green skin to reflect their connection to the ocean. They are very few in number. They are not on friendly terms with the Ifrit (due to the Ifrit holding a grudge when the Marid saved some of their victims a long time ago). The Marid are Master illusionists and often use this to trick others.

   

 Ghul

             -They were believed to have taken the form of various animals (shape-shifters) and in many monstrous shapes, to haunt burial grounds and other sequestered spots, to feed upon dead bodies and kill and devour every human creature who happened to cross their path. They are crazed with a desire to feed. They are also considered to be  the most depraved of all the tribes, even though they are intelligent. They are most commonly female and will openly attack individuals or small groups. However, they are HIGHLY superstitious.

Shai'tan (Shaitan)

             -These malevolent jinn could be guilty of anything from tossing bricks off buildings, causing death or illness, or worst of all leading people away from their faith. The Shai'tan are arguably the most powerful type of Djinn. (The Marid would beg to differ). They are very few in number and often like to live very high up in the mountains or deep beneath the Earth in caves. They are the Master Manipulators of the Djinn. They often deceive and manipulate others in order to acheive their own ends. They are Masters of shape shifting (and can typically take on good of evil looking forms) simply because it aids them in their quest to deceive, corrupt, and kill. They are natural stratedgists and often use disease (or other people) as their weapons. They typically like to watch people destroy themselves so they can enjoy the show. They are the ones responsible for the corruption of Adam and Eve while they were living in Paradise. Even though they are said to exist on the border between light and dark, they are considered the darkest, most evil, of the Djinns (direct descendents of Iblis himself).

       

 Ifrit (Afrit)

             -An ifrit is an enormous winged creature of fire, either male or female, who lives underground and frequents ruins. They tend to like living in the most desolate of places and are extremely violent towards mortals. They will attack anyone who disturbs them. They are known for their brute strength. The Ifrit were originally corrupted by demons and interact the most with infernal (fire based) powers, since it was said that they were made of fire. They are extremely susceptible to magic, which humans can use to kill them or to capture and enslave them. Most people would be extremely lucky to survive an encounter with an Ifrit. 

Research  by Alorellen Chamerberlin :)

Brittainy Collins

Brittainy Collins   

Gender: Female

Age: 200 years old

Mythology : Fae - Dryad / Wood Elf - Mother is a dryad father is a wood elf

Special Powers:

 Nature based.  Healer, Enchanter, Illusionist, 

Background Story:

Is there anything we need to know about your Char?:  Britt is the Djinn of Nature.  She is sensitive to the elements.  Her father is a wood elf and her mother a dryad.  she came here with her craddle sister Naiyah in search of Naiyah's birth mother.  Upon arriving and seeing the people here they have decided to stay.  Though not quick to anger once she does she can whip up quite a storm.  Her scent is that of a summers rain.

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