We are a post-Potter roleplay set in 2019.
We have an active character driven plot, a short app and no word count.
It's July 2019 and at the moment, the wizarding world is facing a lot of tension with the werewolf community.
This is a result of anti-werewolf legislation being passed in 2016 after a series of brutal attacks.
Unfortunately, this legislation passing hasn't achieved anything.
Werewolves can't find jobs and without a source of income, this has left a lot of them facing poverty.
But instead of taking it laying down, there's starting to be waves of attacks once more.
How will the Ministry of Magic solve this problem now? Is it too late?
One pack, The Trossachs, have decided that an obvious solution is to no longer be a minority. The more wolves, the better.
Yet another pack, known as The Cotswolds, believe that approach will only deepen the mistrust and ostracism faced by the werewolf community.
Instead, this group, led by an independently wealthy werewolf means aims to educate the ignorant wizarding community and change legislation by winning the support of the majority.
An attempt to capture the beta of the Trossachs has been launched. Were the Aurors successful in their mission? Go read more here!
Post by MAEVE LOCHLANN on Dec 14, 2019 1:23:00 GMT
she's sweet, but a psycho
The world was such a loud place. A loud and ugly place full of loud and ugly people. Maeve found solace in the silence, on the rare occasion that things were ever silent. There was serenity in the mundane. There was refuge in the silence.She didn't always like to read, but when she did it was always scary stories.
As she read, she held her book up with one hand and played with one of her knives in the other. She liked knives.They were shiny and sharp. They were so much more personal than other weapons. You could kill someone with magic, sure, but where was the fun in that?
The knives she used were balisong knives and she always had at least two on her person at all times. Sometimes she had more than two. In here entire collection she had at least two dozen. The smallest could fit entirely in the palm of her hand and the biggest was more of a short sword than a knife. It was still a balisong, though. She was committed to the aesthetic.
Maeve had to pause for a moment. She stopped twirling the knife around and flipped it closed, the handle deviding into two parts and encasing the razor sharp blade. She reread the line once more, just to be sure she'd read it right, and she had. 'That was an act of pure human fuckery' the book said, and Maeve started to laugh. She'd never heard the work fuckery before. "Fuckery", she wheezed through her laughter, which only made her laugh all the harder.
Post by RAVEN MARSHALL on Dec 22, 2019 9:04:54 GMT
Raven needed to get something done and she had no means to do it in the pack itself. No one knew how to sharp her blades as well as her friend did. Of course Raven had friends, it wasn't like she was completely isolated from the world and sharp knives made her happy. The brunette walked out of the man's shop with sharp knives and smiled a bit as she did so. Raven's knives weren't just knives, she had an arrangement of throwing knives, blades and though they might not be fancy, they got the job done.
Raven hummed happily as she walked about and arched her brow at a woman who seemed to be amused by her own book. She reminded her of someone Raven met once, they were on an airplane together and all the woman did was making angry faces and seemed quite emotional in silence, while reading. Maybe this was another case of the weird stranger beside her. With a sigh Raven approached her and spotted the knife.
"Nice blade.." she said and pursed her lips. "I wouldn't stab your book with it though."
Maeve was, what some would call...eccentric. Erratic. Some people just thought she was a bit crazy. All of them were right in one form or another. She asn't stupid, though. She knew she had a screw missing, but she found it all so much fun that she didn't mind.
She had stopped flipping her knife around and was using it to carve her new favorite word into the bench she was sitting at when someone approached and spoke to her. Maeve half expected she'd want to tell the person off, but instead she grinned.
"Thanks! It's a balisong. Or a butterfly knife, depending on who you ask. Balisong sounds cooler though. Anything with the word 'butterfly' in it loses it's badass-ness," she said. She flipped the knife and it twirled over her fingers before it snapped shut, the handle enclosing around the blade. She offered the knife to the girl, indicating that it was alright for her to take a closer look. Maeve could appreciate a fellow knife enthusiast. "Just don't try any tricks with it, unless you know how to use it. You could lose a finger.. Isn't it great?"
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