Roleplay

You have a perfectly normal life. You may not be happy all the time, but you do nothing out of the ordinary. Then, someone in a black hoodie, black leggings, and a black mask that covers their mouth and nose shows up at your door, asking your parent’s permission to take you to train in the arts of the Walkers.

Every year, the Walkers send out Collectors to seek out teenagers with the abilities of the Walkers. If their guardian consents for them to be taught the arts, they become Pupils and have to journey with their Collector to the capital city of the Walkers. They must brave many dangers on the way and must keep to the shadows to avoid the eyes of opportunists who would use their powers to their own advantages. Because of this, Collectors often move in small groups with other Collectors and their Pupils, which also allows the Pupils to get to know each other and form friendships, a vital part of their journey towards becoming Walkers.

Our story takes place in England, where a group of Collectors are trying to find their Pupils and attempt to get back to the capital in Norway. They will encounter many challenges, but may find friendship and maybe love on the way. The Collectors must also help their Pupils pass the most important test of their lives... the Rite of Passage.

This RP is based off of Alan Walker’s music videos, which tell the story of a group called the Walkers... and if you watch them you may guess what the Rite of Passage is ;). Anyways, the Walkers aren’t my group, but the idea of the Rite of Passage, the Collectors, and the Pupils are all mine.


Rules:

1: Please one character per person. This allows for more people to RP and the more the merrier!
2: No graphic scenes, please fade to black.
3: Ask permission to become romantic interests or enemies. This doesn’t apply to being someone’s Pupil or Collector. If your slot number matches someone else’s number, that’s your Pupil or Collector.
4: Please be courteous to other RPers. If you’re rude or mean to another RPer, I will have to kick you from this RP.
5: Please be active and inform us if you need to leave.
6: Have fun!!!

This is a limited slot RP, so grab a slot while you can!

Collectors:

Slot 1: @dragonfly
Slot 2: @SanguineShadow
Slot 3: Open!
Slot 4: @Sprinklez1234

Pupils:

Slot 1: Me!
Slot 2: @MintyKitsune
Slot 3: @Scales25
Slot 4: @Darkmoonbreeder

Link to OOC:
https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2886755/1

Soph sat at her desk in her room. She had spread her homework out on and was almost done with it. It was Friday night and her parents wanted to go out to the beach for the weekend, so she was getting her crap done. She checked the time on her watch. 8:30!?!? It was later than she thought. Her mother was cooking dinner downstairs and her father was either still at or was coming home from work. She checked what she had left for her work. Just a page of computing and some social studies. She could finish it tomorrow, besides she needed something to keep her occupied on the train.

“SOPH!!! DINNERS READY!!!” She heard her mother call her downstairs.

“Coming! Be right there!” She quickly stuffed her finished homework into her desk drawers and came out of her room. She ran into Winslow, her mom’s sweet old cat, on the stairs. He meowed at her before heading down the stairs. She headed after the cat and into the kitchen. But, there was something she couldn’t shake. She felt like something was going to happen, something big. She brushed it off, maybe she was just tired from school. Yeah, that’s it.

Luna checked her hair in the mirror.
“ Perfect” She thought admiring the bright blue locks. She had put her brothers to bed a little early and her mother wasn’t going to be home for a little but yet, giving her plenty of time to find a new shade. Now her hair was a vibrant blue, it matched her eyes wonderfully and she gave her reflection a smile.
She checked the time and slipped downstairs to turn on the TV, lettin herself relax as she did so. Suddenly she heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
“Luna?” A little voice asked. Luna looked up to see her baby brother rubbing his eyes tiredly. “I can’t sleep. Can you sing me another song?”
“Of course Marky,” she said picking him up. Her youngest brother, Mark was only four and saw her as his mom more than their real mom. She started to sing softly as she laid him back in bed and he quickly fell asleep.

Orchid stretched, she had taken a cat-nap on the couch, and Garnet was now calling her. Her hair was strewn over her face, and she flipped it back, glancing down the stairs. Garnet had the loudest voice of the two, and was always the one calling her down. She glanced in the mirror, then brushed her hair quickly, before hurrying down the stairs again.

"Hey, Garnet. Hey Indigo!" She said, sitting down at the table with them.

She smiled. They were at a very small table, where Garnet, and Indigo, lived. She liked hanging out there, out of any any place they went.

Ki took a sheet of cookies out of the oven. She carefully walked over to the table and set them down, taking off her oven mitts. Working in her family's bakery was always fun, and it would mean she could try as many new recipes as she wanted. She sighed as she took off her apron and hung it up, all that was left to do was for the cookies to cool off, then they would be ready to sell. Kai walked out of the kitchen and into the dining part of the bakery, there were a few people there and the waved hello as she walked past them and out the door, into the busy streets outside. Ki ran off into the streets, the little road she lived on was basically a marketplace so there was always something to do. Ki slowed as she passed by the stalls, looking at all of the items for sale. She smiled and continued looking around.

I’m going to disappear for a few hours, maybe the whole night. Bye peeps :) I back

Solomon strolled across the park, through the deepening shadows of the sunken sun. With one hand he carried a device, a device which he’d glanced at exactly once, about an hour earlier when he’d ditched his fellow Collectors without so much as a farewell. With his other hand, tucked into the pocket of his hoodie, he fingered a small coin. He twisted it thrice, rubbed it once, and tapped it once as he turned a corner.

The hooded man stopped and gazed at the rows of neatly lined buildings, then finally glanced down at the device in his hand. After a long moment, his gaze returned to the buildings, narrowing in on one with white walls and rows of balconies.

Solomon sighed, pulling his mask over his face before crossing the street. Several flights of stairs later, he stood at the door of a flat, the number 1224 posted at the head. He knocked three times, slowly, heavily, with every ounce of tired resentment in his body. Then he tucked both hands into his hood pockets and waited.

Soph came into her kitchen to find her mom had finally finished dinner It smelled DELICIOUS.

“Good to see your still up. Come, I made your favorite. Oh and your father is almost home.”

Soph’s eyes lit up. No way...

“You made beef stroganoff?!? With mushrooms?!?”

Her mom nodded. “Yep. Now come get it while it’s still hot.” Her mom passed her a plate full of the heavenly dish, which she carry gently over to the kitchen bar before digging in. Winslow was meowing at her from underneath her stool, so she gave the old cat a noodle, which he ate gratefully. Her mom shot her a warning glance before scooping out Winslow’s dinner. She heard the door slam and her father came into the kitchen.

“Where’s my Kit-Kat?” He asked as he came over a rustled her hair. That was her nickname that they came up with when she was six. She would call Winslow, who was at the time a very handsome cat, a Kit-Kat and her parents found it adorable, so her dad started to call her that.

“Dadddd,” she sarcastically whined, “I’m a teenager now.”

He cracked a grin. “Well your still my little Kit-Kat no matter how big you get. I see we’re having beef stroganoff tonight, thanks honey.” He also took a plate and sat with her to eat his meal.

“Oh, who could that be?” Soph’s mother walked towards the door. Soph had stopped her destruction of her stroganoff to see who was there. Her mother opened the door.

“Hello... Oh my!’ Her mother jumped with surprise at the strange man in a hoodie and mask at her door. “Who are you and want do you want?”

Winslow had come up to the door to also investigate this new human, and was currently trying to push pass her mom’s legs. Soph jumped down and hurried over to pick her cat up, and got her first good look at the the stranger. She made eye contact for a few seconds before backing away with her cat held tight to her chest.