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22nd February 2018 | After some staff discussion we have made an announcement regarding character names and some extra clarification that is not detailed in the guidebook. Please be sure to look over this announcement here and reply if you need.

21st February 2018 | Of the Month Nominations are up this month, go and nominate your favourites here!

20th February 2018 | We have a new poll up, Leadership Battle Grace Period Poll! We are considering changing our grace period for leadership battles to offer some more down time. Go read about it an give us your vote!

18th February 2018 | Additional news for today, we now have an absent/busy page that shows all members currently absent/busy as well as the reason stated for such! This page is controlled by the away status you set for your account (by going to edit profile --> away status). We will be going through the absences board as well and adding in current absences to some members profiles. If you had an absence thread posted but are no longer absent please delete the thread. <3 Thank you!

18th February 2018 | NEW SITE INCENTIVE!!! Weekly Challenges were set up in an effort to give members a chance to do something out of the ordinary with their character while receiving a reward for doing so. Be sure to check out the thread, challenges start today if you wish to get involved.

31st January 2018 | February OTM's are now open for voting! Cast your votes whenever you get a chance.

28th January 2018 | New quick link MyCodes available! Easily link a profile, thread or specific post in a thread. To read more on how to use them please see the More Resources section of the Guidebook. They can all be found under the Miscellaneous --> Useful MyCodes area.

25th January 2018 | New way of tagging. Instead of @username it is now @[username] and you will also see nifty little reminders in both posts and profiles that you can easily copy and paste instead of having to type out names! Hoping everyone has an easier time with tags now.

23nd January 2018 | Of the month nominations for February are taking place, be sure to nominate your favourites here!

22nd January 2018 | Thanks to the wonderful isoldehn, we have new rosters for each individual herd! They can be found in the navigation menu as a drop down under "Census". The Census & Player DB as well as all rosters now update automatically! We also just updated (moved accounts inactive) and deleted accounts (that were inactive for three months or more). This is a reminder to login every thirty days to keep accounts active and every ninety days to keep accounts from being deleted!

10th January 2018 | The poll has closed and Greeshma has a new Emperor!

7th January 2018 | Greeshma leadership voting is now open! Please go and cast your vote after your own deliberation on the applications for our leaders; thank you to everyone who entered! Go vote!

1st January 2018 | Happy New Year to all of Caeleste and all the lovely people in this community! To celebrate the new year, we are holding two contests alongside each other; a Posting Contest and an Advertising Contest and both have super prizes. It is a contest against yourself and not against other players, all in the name of earning some fantastic prizes, so we hope you'll really enjoy it! Let's have another fantastic year! And have fun posting!
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3rd February 2018 | The Emperor of Sharad, Leonidas, is calling an Emergency Herd Meeting! His first and only daughter has been murdered in cold blood! He needs your help, don't miss out. This is the beginning of something big! Check it out here and paticipate in this thrilling plot!

1st February 2018 | A newcomer by the name of Destroyah has challenged Vithmiris for leadership of Shishira. What will come of this? We do not know but you may follow the battle here!

10th January 2018 | Congratulations to Hassan on winning the place as Emperor of Greeshma!
The snow has melted in most places of Caeleste, besides those that are prone to snow throughout all seasons. Birds are chirping, the nice weather bringing them back home from winter migrations. You will also notice many other animals reappearing throughout. Weather temperatures have risen but often a cool crisp air will still bite at coats during the evening and night hours. Enjoy the lovely weather of spring for summer may not be as kind.
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  • Member of the Month
    Rather new to this large crazy family, Boaz is often seen in the cBox or in Caeleste's discord channel. A rather friendly, outgoing personality, Boaz is not afraid to make new friends and get involved in any plots!
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    let’s play a game
    A touching, heartbreaking, thread. Leonidas and Roxana come to find their beautiful child viciously murdered. This thread can be considered the start of a war as Leonidas will not rest until he finds whomever did this.
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    Vithmiris & Slythe
    Caeleste's resident vampire couple, Emperor Vithmiris and Slythe have offered a rather interesting dynamic to their pairing. While the pair have a tendency for violence, the two also have their tender moments - as fleeting as they are.
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    The newly crowned Greeshma Emperor has certainly made a name for himself among many in Caeleste in many ways and has made it no secret his ambitions for the kingdom of Greeshma. We can't wait to see what he does next!
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    “Run along back to that mountain in that frozen hell you call home. And next time you come strolling out from between his sheets, I suggest you wash yourself. I could smell you a mile away.”
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“No matter how hard you try, you can never please everyone. Follow your heart, make the most of every day, and be proud of who you are.”
(Owner), posted schedule 05-18-2017, 12:04 PM. link #1
Greeshma Domain Leader Auditions
05/18/2017 - 06/01/2017
Welcome! Due to inactivity the role for Greeshma’s emperor/empress is open! This is a very important role because this will be the life force that breathes the fire within the Greeshma alliance! There is no right or wrong character for the role, your audition will be judged solely on your IC post! Be sure you have read over the domain and land rules in the guidebook. Activity is going to be very important for this role. In no time at all we will be starting our second site wide plot and activity for the domain leader is key! Please keep in mind for the few requirements you have to follow in order to be an Emperor/Empress for a domain. Staff is always here to answer any questions, please do not hesitate to ask Carhartt or staff anything! The only stupid question is one not asked!

Things You Should Know

Emperor/Empress characters are to be active. They must post three times in their Domain within a two week time period or they are deemed 'inactive' and removed of their title.

Emperor/Empress are allowed to make any set rules for their Domain and are able to choose punishments for those that defy their law (as long as it does not involve powerplaying without permission).

These said rules and ranks need to be made and posted by said Emperor/Empress within their domainne land. If you need a table coded please feel free to message Carhartt or Summer, they will be more than happy to help!

Each Domain is allowed up to three boards within their land to represent specific areas within the Domain. These are chosen/decided upon by Emperor/Empress.

There is allowed an extra fourth board for a short period of time to represent a specific event such as a ball or festival.

Now that you are well aware of the all the requirements, it’s time to get the ball rolling! In order to apply for a domain leader role you must fill out the appropriate form, which is provided below. You must also post an IC character post coming to said land, claiming it and somewhere describe either a small snippet or large description on their intentions for the alliance. Any character can try out, there are no restrictions. They can be brand new or a long time Caelestian! Remember quality over quantity and have fun! Don’t be nervous and try out, you’ll never know!

The Judging

Depending on the number of tryouts, Caeleste staff will pick the top three! Once those are chosen, Caeleste will allow the members of Caeleste to vote! That way our members feel they got help pick out the next leader!

The Application

Be sure to fill out this form and then post IC. Must be a complete post, no WIPS. Tables and html coding are permitted, but will not contribute to overall judging! Good luck guys, and most importantly have fun!

OOC Name:
Have you had any previous leadership positions?:
Years of RP Experience:
Why do you think you, the player, deserve this position?:

Character Name:
Position Seeking:
Link to Profile:
IC Example: (This post should be of your character claiming their land. We’re looking at the quality over quantity of the post. Please make sure to stay within the minimum word limit, though.)

<B>OOC Name:</b>
<B>Have you had any previous leadership positions?:</b>
<B>Years of RP Experience:</b>
<B>Why do you think you, the player, deserve this position?:</b>


<B>Character Name:</b>
<B>Position Seeking:</b>
<B>Link to Profile:</b>
<B>IC Example:</b> (This post should be of your character claiming their land. We’re looking at the quality over quantity of the post. Please make sure to stay within the minimum word limit, though.)

Anyone who tries out will receive 1,000 carats!
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(Guest), posted schedule 05-18-2017, 02:26 PM. link #2
OOC Name: Jupiter
Have you had any previous leadership positions?: suuuure do. plenty of it over the years tbh, including on Cimoron Island and on Pantheon, and a few other sites like Hallow Sins XD lots of positions
Years of RP Experience: 16 |D
Why do you think you, the player, deserve this position?: I'm pretty darn active around here and personally I want to get things rolling with Levi some more. I wanna develop him even more so, I mean, I think I deserve it because I'm hecka active.

Character Name: Leviathan
Position Seeking: Emperor
Link to Profile: click!
IC Example:

the supernova

Hadn't he done this before? In lifetimes past, before his change, his 'gift' from the gods that had taken his wings and changed his body, had moved his horns.

Once upon a time he had ruled without wings, a mighty beast of black and red and scarring. Leviathan had held the top of the world in his palm, and he had been reckless with it. Now he stood in a land that called to him just as the power had before, but it didn't hold a lull as it had once in his reckless mind. He had once been an overgrown child playing with his power, lording over those in his anger for the removal of his wings. They had grown back, only when he had been booted from the throne by two he thought he could trust the most. He had co-queens, two instead of one, wanting them to help him rule. But he had been monstrous.

The power held little sway over a grizzled warrior like himself.. it felt more like a second skin now, the proverbial crown over his head, than some weight that he would hold and show off. It was like coming home, in some way, and he shook himself, from mighty head to the end of his long tail, blowing out a puff of air and maneuvering his iridescent self as chipped hooves pressed in to the ground.

Warmth flickered around him, dancing, and he inhaled slowly, licking his lips as he connected to it, to the very essence of what Greeshma was. Summer. Heat. Fires, lightning. There was plenty that he seemed to slink through, but it was fire and heat that the titan held in his grasp, toying with it like a child would, with wonder and fascination, but with all the control of someone that knew their limits. This was nothing new.

"I will claim these lands, and those that fall under the ruling of Greeshma. Do you hear me?" His voice rose, and he lifted his head, his horns flashing, the chipped one gleaming regardless as he stared upward with one ruby eye, and one that held no vision. He watched the skies, though he knew the shrine was housed within the lands of Greeshma. He was almost daring the deity to step forward, to relinquish the crown and place it on his head.

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“I will take what is mine with fire and blood.”
(Citizen) played by perm_identity Mallory, posted schedule 05-20-2017, 06:23 AM. link #3
OOC Name: Mallory
Have you had any previous leadership positions?: Yes! Loads! Most recently on Look To The Stars, where I held a leadership position for over a year (and still counting.)
Years of RP Experience: 15+.
Why do you think you, the player, deserve this position?: I don't really think I do, but I am trying my best to remain active and get more involved in Caeleste! 

Character Name:Zaraei
Position Seeking: Empress
Link to Profile: boop!
IC Example: 
This was home.

The heat made her blood sing; the sun reinvigorated the statuesque mare when she had begun to lose all hope. Her black and red hooves had carried her to far off places and to mysterious kingdoms, but none of these adventures had eased the ache in her heart...Until now. This place reminded her so much of her home, of her birthright, that she knew she could not leave it. Her soul felt almost complete; she knew she could finally find happiness here, in the red walls of the canyon she found herself in. 

She turned her face towards the blaring sun, she closes her eyes in reverence. "Thank you for guiding me home," she said quietly as her ruby eyes fluttered open once more. Ruby eyes stared out on to the red wasteland as the Perch's hot wind tugged gently on her heavy, jet black curls. It is easy to ignore the sting of the grains of sand that pelted her bloody red coat, as it reminded her of the home she was forced to flee from not too long ago. Though some things here were different, the heat and sun brought a comfort to the red woman that she had felt since the chaos that forced her from her homeland.

Before, she was set to be an empress in her own right. With her mother gone, Zaraei would have inherited the throne to her red-walled kingdom. Yet, she was only a child - and a child is easy to abdicate. Such a loss had remained with her as she traveled and aged, and the desire to reclaim what was hers grew strong. She knew there would be no way to return to her homeland, but The Devil's Perch was so damn close that for a second she could fool herself. She had grown as a woman, no longer easily tricked. She was far from the naive princess she once was...But to rule? To truly have that kind of power in her hands was too tempting to ignore. She could fulfill her destiny.

Red hooves dug deep in the cracked red earth as the maiden reared, the sun's rays making the gemstones burrowed into her skin cast of a blinding shimmer. "I claim these lands and all those who adhere to its rule!" she cries, her husky voice carrying out for all to hear.  As Zaraei lands on all four hooves once more, she keeps her face towards the burning glare of the sun. Tears gather in her eyes at the notion of finally, finally finding her place within the world and of finding what her heart desired the most. "I am home," Zaraei murmurs, hardly louder than a hushed whisper.

Perhaps she would be blessed enough by her lord and the deity that reigned here to be given the crown that she knew she was destined to have.

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(Guest), posted schedule 05-24-2017, 05:48 AM. link #4
OOC Name: Gecko!
Have you had any previous leadership positions?: Not on this site; however, Rhogir was king for about 10-11 months on Oblivion and before that his father Grizmar (another character of mine) was Dark King on Wild Equines for a year.
Years of RP Experience: 11
Why do you think you, the player, deserve this position?:
I don't think I deserve it; however, I DO think Rhogir would make a very interesting Leader. He was once a king on Valypto and we held that position for nearly a year. He was hated for his dominating behavior and He would prove to be another interesting threat to the rest of caeleste :] Plus Rhogir is a hot temper, brash, brazen, rough, controlling, power hungry, powerful, aaaand stubborn guy

Character Name: Rhogir
Position Seeking: Emperor
Link to Profile: http://caeleste-rpg.net/member.php?actio...le&uid=548
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Greeshma... His icy sky-toned eye flickered in his skull as his vision engulfed the sweltering wasteland that brought back a licking fire all too familiar to the black heathen. The hiss of the twirling dust devils just out of reach and the hiss of a rattlesnake baring its rattler in the shrub at his feet were all too surreal to be tangible. For a moment an ephemeral image of his old glistening empire arose through the desert dunes; like gilded rocks perfectly eroded and crowned in lavish gems, yet obviously no mere cluster of rocks. He could see his old banners flapping and jangling upon their poles amidst the tearing winds. They tugged vigorously at their own seams to beckon their old king home. A thrilling mixture of shock, horror, and yet savage hunger for power surged through his bosom and limbs simultaneously. His veins chilled as if suddenly filtering nitrogen instead of oxygen. His beating heart threatened to arrest beneath its calcium cage and for but a fleeting moment the demon he suppressed for so long maniacally awoke within his cranium. A deep seething laughter coaxed a raw, crawling shiver up his spine and ricocheted within his skull. The old side of himself awakened vividly within and a snarl rippled and contorted the black stratums founding his countenance. It had been some time since he abandoned these lands in wake of the previous ruler. He had been lured by the desert naturally. The ferocity behind every granulated wind and struggle behind every shifting knoll bode a familiarity identical to that of his previous kingdom. His crave for power had always been insatiable, but due to the outcome of his prior kingdom deigned to ever crown himself again. He bid his loyalty with Eithne and Vorso; however, they proved spineless in their reign and vanished upon the winds. The newest royalty to don the crown was worse in his own opinion. A young and merciful child, Vantrice had acted too domestic and obliging for a summer king. A feeble king too set on kindness to be the true flame Greeshma deserved. Rhogir could have challenged, but instead Rhogir turned away and strode for the far horizon. He came upon Shishira and pledged his loyalty to Romero who was far more aligned in vision than Vantrice had been. Romero supported the bloodshed and cruelty that Rhogir embodied and it allowed him freedom. Shishira was a good fit, alas his hunger for power never resigned within him. He held his ground, intent to serve the late winter king and his cruel god, but so many events transpired. 

The Visanta Emperor had come hoisting battle banners and slandering Romero's name and Romero responded justly, but could not uphold the battle. Now his liege was hemmed in shackles and brought amidst the unknown. Rhogir had initially bristled at the news and voyaged to find his king to bring him home, but just as quickly as he won, Caeruleus stepped off his pedestal and disappeared into the unknown and with him into the grand void, was Romero. It was a cowardice move. A trivial ploy to throw off any following challengers but Rhogir would find him in time; however, he needed resources. Nearly Simultaneous to Caeruleus resigning, Vantric disowned his title and vanished from the desert. Rhogir had heard the troubled whispers from traveling residents and felt that familiar gnaw at the back of his mind. Greeshma was open to new rule. The desert lands needed an Emperor. Rhogir had put aside his man hunt and quickly adjusted his course. Now he stood amidst Greeshma's desert ire; grains of sand irritated unclad skin and nestled in his unruly mane. The parched air chafed his lungs and shriveled his lips, but he welcomed the wonted sensation and reveled in it. This was home. The glacial war atop Shishira's ridge was endearing and beautiful, but nothing could make the black rattlesnake feel more at home than the fiery dunes he hankered. A pleased grin arched upon his maw and the black tyrant set forth; traipsing fractured lake beds and sparse shrubbery. The wasteland fauna skittered out of the grand leviathans path in stricken panic instilled by his massive toes. Their forms ducked into crevices and scorched brambles, escaping harm from his careless stride.

A film of sweat clung to his blackened bod and washed him in ribbons of reflected sunlight. The metallic chime of chains, clashing upon his breast, served prelude to his wake. Large limbs shifted in moving slabs of overlapping muscle that writhed like a pit of angry pythons beneath his taut flesh. The raven hued herculean propelled forward with purpose and determination. A full crown of obsidian horns sprouted from his skull; dreadfully imposing and glinting sharply in the overseeing sun. Their black keratin surface glistened like polished river rock and their tines were dismaying to imagine. His crest arched, armed in spiraling spires of equal majesty; festooned by the decor of chromatic skulls strung by chains interlinked at their pierced vomers. He was a sight destined for scriptures and legends. He was a prospect shadow just at the periphery of your awareness, a semblance to stagnant blasts of air fumed through volcanic ventilation nigh the impending eruption; heralding the arrival of a lurching, unstoppable monstrosity. He was surprising and yet expected. The heat of his flame would burn the weak and inspire the great. Greeshma would be revitalized under his vision of power and dominance. No more kindness would be dealt freely to those who had not earned their alliance. No more feet would step upon their backs as if they were a unified door mat for their whims. Havoc would tear asunder the fragile minds until hysterical fear gripped their throats and ran their bloods cold. No doubt bridges would burn as grand pyres in his name as everything unfurled. He would rule as he intended back in the days of his gilded lounging. it was a memory that served nothing more than distant sentiment he could despise. 

Soon Devil's perch penetrated the horizon's seemingly perpetual length. A mass clustered close together as one writhing silhouette at the base of a protruding rock. The people were restless. He roamed his thoughts and memories like a prodigal son returning home as he stepped upon the beaten path. He marched forward to Devil's Perch and regarded the gathered equines with a cold eye. His rivals loitered, looking pleased and domineering. They were bound in similar purpose, here to gain a crown and command a kingdom while others awaited in anxious circles. Clearly their minds were settled in their laurels, confident in their win. The people murmured and chattered, lost in their antsy minds doubtlessly riddled in idle wonder of their new regime. That was when a subtle grin broke his stone facade. Oh how piteously innocent they were. Rhogir rolled his massive blades in excited preparation; feeling the strung muscles unfurl over bone as his joints engineered his goliath frame. He had done this before and would do it again. The massive 25hh tyrant mounted the jutting rock in one effortless bound and overlooked his future peons and soldiers. The commotion brought their attention to his stature " I am Rhogir Krethigis Von Helgrast... and I hereby lay claim to the summer throne. Startled and excited murmurs crescendoed amidst the crowd before falling silent in afflicted awe. " I will be regarded as Tyrant and King and you will know the nefarious and feral Greeshma." His icy blue eye flickered to the rival assemblage. They scowled at his massive shadow and his anger flowed and ebbed in callous tides. Each wave brought in a new strain to cope with and the king felt a wicked pleasure blossom. A limitless merriment that boiled his blood with anticipation." Challenge me. I implore thee..." His large fangs clamped upon the threat. Muscles congealed beneath his ebony flesh and collected his massive frame; hoisting him to his full height. The leviathan loomed easily over the majority, but a few would be compatible matches. He dared them to step forward and take the crown they thought they deserved, but none moved to accommodate him. Inside his mind, the old demon bore a wily grin.

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(Guest), posted schedule 05-24-2017, 07:59 AM. link #5
OOC Name: Zohyd//
Have you had any previous leadership positions?: Not on here, but I did hold a leadership on Wild Equines for over a year.
Years of RP Experience: 10-11
Why do you think you, the player, deserve this position?: Although I am new, I am active and looking to get even more active/involved and stir things up. Hope to bring some IC drama/plots to Caeleste!

Character Name: Rousselet
Position Seeking: Empress
Link to Profile: Here <3
IC Example:

let the bodies hit the floor
{centuries passes and still the same, war in our blood, some things never change}

Why was it others always tried to paint you out better than what you truly were? Or what you want to be viewed as? When did the world turn into trying to find the best of each other, when it was quite possible that some equines just didn’t possess the ability to have a good side. Rousselet wanted others to remember her as being fucking terrible. To know that she didn’t have a soft spot or an emotional weakness. If she didn’t have any little bastards shaking in their boots upon her arrival then she wasn’t being perceived how she wanted to be. Caeleste would soon learn what had entered their lands, and would learn to fear it. Athelstian would regret leading her out of the forest that day. He would hide the fact that he had brought something so terrible into the land of Caeleste. The rainbow disco brute had brought forth a mistress of beauty, death and decay. The chance to return home had been an option. A place where normal equines were all that roamed the lands. She, instead, chose to stay where the freaks lurked and would bring her bright and sunny personality for all to experience.
Rumors had spread that the emperor of Greeshma had stepped down, unable to fulfill his rightful duties and letting his dignity drain for all to see. Habitually, Rousselet would have ignored such a rumor, letting it roll off her shoulder and to take no action. But what better way to achieve the level of fear she deserved?. This was the golden opportunity to make a name for herself and let others fear the Greeshma. Rousselet, empress of Greeshma. She had to admit that it had a good ring to it, but in a short matter of time it would begin to instill fear in those weak individuals. Devilish smirk appeared on her velveteen kissers at the thought. Was Caeleste truly ready to induct a leader like herself? Well too bad, they didn’t get a choice. She had so much to offer and they would be the lucky ones to get to experience it all. Rousselet’s fucking reign of glory, or terror. It all depended on where you stood in her graces.
Twenty one hand mass moved effortlessly across the emerald plains. Muscular nape pulled into an arched position as her feminine façade tucked inwards. Daggers landed lightly upon the Earth’s lithosphere before snapping quickly back into the air. Long, slender limbs carrying her with such ease, such grace. Any lingering eyes watching her move would say that confidence and power radiated from her. How she carried herself left no doubt that she knew exactly who she was and that she belonged here. A normal wench that could outshine any golden Goddess. Greenery and foliage began to appear obsolete as she traveled on the outskirts of Devil’s Perch, making her way towards the heart of the territory. The once soft emerald plains now covered with the red dirt of the desert. Cracks fractured the lithosphere, obvious need to quench its thirst. The sun hung high overhead, its rays beating down on the Earth, attacking her dark bodice without mercy. Rousselet could not help but laugh at the corpses she had past, those that had been foolish and ignorant to make the trip when they were not fit to do so. This weather was opposite of what she preferred. No snow, now howling wind and no bone chill. But she adapted easily, anything to get what she wanted- oh what a selfish bitch she was.
Ebon and ivory painted bodice came to a stoic halt, violet teal flecked orbs studying the plateau beneath her. Equines mingled casually, not put off by the fact that their emperor had just abandoned them. Imbeciles. He must not have been a great leader if no one was distraught by the end of his reign, or if the others were not celebrating it. Nares flared as she took in the stench of this land and all that stood before her. Barrel expanding to its fullest capacity before contracting as she let the carbon dioxide pass through. Residents of Devil’s Perch and all those under the reign of Greeshma can say hello to their new Empress, me. Rousselet Her melodic tune rumbled throughout the lands before her, demanding the attention of her new subjects. Twin audits became laced to her skull as she spoke again. Anyone that so dares to defy me can step up to the plate now while the rest watch the bloody slaughter begin. Their new Empress will prevail. I will not be stopped. The mischievous smirk appeared upon her kissers once again. Would any dare to be so irrational or unwise? Oh she hoped so, merely for the fun and entertainment that death and slaughter brought. The sport of Kings and Queens, or in this case, Empresses.
What of an emperor? Rousselet did not doubt that she could lead the Greeshma to greatness by herself. Would she want and emperor by her side to question or jeopardize her reign? Having a partner by her side would only benefit the valkyrie if they saw eye to eye. He would need to help her accomplish the hell she planned to spread, not drag her down like a dead weight. It would be difficult to find an equine she would be open to the idea of sharing the reign with. As if she didn’t already hate the idea of socializing, she would then have to share with someone that had to be as big as a pain in the ass as she was. If the poor bastard so much as suggested creating an imperial highness then he would be quickly stripped of his title and would be walking the lands as a gelding. His testicles to be put on display for all to see, specifically the next emperor. Rousselet had no doubt she would be able to string the lands with hanging testicles, knowing this cycle would more than likely be never ending. All men seemed to want the same thing in those late night hours. Rousselet did not care if they stuck it anywhere else, as long as it came nowhere near her and was not mentioned then she would remain as happy as she could possibly be. She refused to make herself weak by becoming attached to a lover or a kin. Then again, her attraction to any brute hardly held more than a small spark. As if someone could light her fire enough to convince her to bear a kin. And if they tried to do so forcefully, his pretty little head would be left on a stake. She would hold no remorse, which was a feeling she was simply not familiar with. As Empress she specifically would not need it.
The undeniable need for power had never struck her like this before, and it was not to be ignored. She was not to be ignored. Rousselet would rise to greatness whether or not her pretty little ass was Empress. An ordinary outsider coming in would shock all of Caeleste.

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(Inactive) played by perm_identity Russellskiy, posted schedule 05-24-2017, 08:48 AM. link #6
OOC Name: Russell

Have you had any previous leadership positions?: Si, on many many sites- but not too recently.

Years of RP Experience: Some obnoxious number like 15 or something.

Why do you think you, the player, deserve this position?: Me? I like to think that I have a lot of ideas that I would love to bring to life through events and activities for other players. I always love being involved in large plots and stories, and am not afraid to let my characters take the brunt of a challenge. I love doing drastic, kind of crazy things that most people are afraid to partake in, and look forward to tossing up a crazy salad of drama on Caeleste :D

Character Name: Kharos

Position Seeking: Emperor

Link to Profile: http://caeleste-rpg.net/member.php?actio...e&uid=1004

IC Example: The heat injected in him new life.

The day was young, and the sun had yet to come into fruition. Yet the land promised fire- heat and brimstone that would fuel him. It was familiar and beautiful. Birds of prey, their talons slicing through the air, soared overhead like still beasts of the sky. They twisted and turned, with so few to see their magnificence that they almost seemed a dream.

Yet he watched. His hooves were dug into the sand and his great, dark wings hung from his sides, twitching in pained jealousy of the birds that soared.

He wanted to fly- the nameless beast of blackness and fire- but the magic of it eluded him. What did it feel like, to leave the hot earth so far behind him, watching as the red sand would slip past his dark body, becoming little more than streaks of dirt that simply flew past him.

Yet he is earthed, stuck to the ground of this magnificent place, perched atop a great mesa that cut it’s way into the sky. Here there is little more than red sand and vast nothingness stretching out beneath him. A nothingness that he wanted to fill with fire and beauty. Like the dancers of yore that flickered across his mind as a distant memory, he saw nothing but the allure of fire flickering across the earth and turning this place into a great land of hellfire.

It incited in him an affection- a pride that swelled in his breast alongside the flames that spat sparks from the crevices of his body, swirling hotly across his flesh as his burning eyes pried themselves from the great winged birds above, to the red land below.

As the sun began to rise, painting great shadows cast by the plateaus and welcomed by the sloping valleys, there was a mystique that washed across the land. In it he did not see beauty, or temptation- but he saw the future. His future that had been ripped from him so long ago.

Pulling his great leather wings back to his body and pressing them against his spine, his head tilts inquisitively and he blinks against the growing sunlight, whispering hoarsely into the wind. "Mine."
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(Guest), posted schedule 05-26-2017, 04:56 AM. link #7
OOC Name: Mazzira
Have you had any previous leadership positions?: Several, including herd and realm leaders on Pantheon.
Years of RP Experience: Who even knows at this point?
Why do you think you, the player, deserve this position?: I’m the best person on Caeleste. Ok not really, but I do have some interesting ideas on developing conflict and plots independent to the site-wide plots with Jai and Greeshma. I’ve got lots of experience with leadership positions and when I get my shit together I’m excellent at running events.

Character Name: Jai Oiscere
Position Seeking: Greeshma Emperor
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The temple of worship was buried beneath the shifting desert sands. It was hidden in an endless ocean of shimmering grains, tucked away like it was shameful to see as if the proof of the deity’s abandonment was unworthy of attention. It was. Foolish gods, stupid and arrogant. They crafted worlds from ichor and will, from their breath and imaginations, then left them to waste and rot. In their ignorance they demanded sacrifice, to be worshiped with bent knees and undying devotion while they feasted and ignored the world below. Jai detested them. If he had the means the temple would be burning, fire within stone, flames licking over the buried cavern. It would be more than candles lighting the hollow space. Embers of the sacrifices left for an uncaring overlord would float through the air. The heat would be unbearable to all but him. All but the demon of fire and blood would burn, burn, burn until there was nothing left. Until the hidden remnants of divine fallacy were cracked by the heat and the last dredges of faith scattered across the burning sands.

The beast of flames and rage paced deeper into the temple.

It was by chance he had stumbled across the summer god’s temple. He had sought heat with the desperation of a parched man seeking water. The fire within him had been unleashed the moment he stepped over the boundary to the realm. Burning within him, flames dragging sharp claws against the charred cavity of his chest. The fever was ravaging him. It devoured him from within. Without his magic, he had not a chance to control it. He was nothing but a fucking wretch, scrambling to control his element before it consumed him. It would consume him in flame and agony. His feet burned the stone. The candles lining the sandstone cave, set within waxy stalactites, flickered where he passed. Every tame candle flame leaned towards him like burning fingers reaching to claw his skin. Even the absence of his magic fire was drawn to him. He did not stop to consider that it may be the god of summer himself claiming him with gestures of flame. No, for gods were nothing but selfish beings of arrogance and petulance. They made themselves as figures to be worshiped yet they acted like children, fighting and screaming for attention. They destroyed worlds to amuse themselves. A God would never bow to him unless he forced them, the point of a sword against their neck.

At the altar, he stood without bowing. Gods did not deserve his respect. From what he heard the gods of this land had left long ago. They had turned the world over to mortals and did not listen to plea nor prayer. A snarl carved itself onto his noble features. They had no respect for the creations they toyed with. Jai would tear them apart for their abandonment should he ever meet them. The words rose to his lips. Every tone was roughened by his smoke charred throat. ”How fucking pathetic, a god who can’t even help his own goddamned people. What the fuck makes you worth worshipping?”

The answer was not given. It was not whispered to him. He had expected that. What else would an absent God do? The candle flames reached further to him, but he did not notice.  

As if cued by an unknown being the sound of voices clamored outside of the cave. It was the sounds of worried murmuring from a crowd carried to the altar. Overlaying all the chatter a clear, feminine voice rang loud. ”Greeshma will choose our new ruler. He will tell us who will replace the false emperor. He will not abandon us in this time of need.”

The flickering fires stilled. Again, Jai did not notice. He listened to the people beyond his solitude within the temple. What fucking idiots. They thought the temple would answer their questions. They believed that their God, who had fucked off so long ago his presence did not even linger, would help.  He knew they had lost faith in their king. Their king, who had been as absent as their god. His lips pulled back into a darkly amused grin. The people were full of unrest, rebellion brimming beneath the surface and barely contained. It was a perfect mixture. All he had to do was strike a spark and the whole realm would come toppling down, the God crumbling with it.

Jai left the alter. He turned his back to a long lost god and strode from the cave with a purpose in his stride. His head was clear, rage from his past burning in a barely contained blaze within him. His anger devoured every scrap of fuel he gave it. Gods had ruined him before. They had chained him and left him powerless. He remembered their blood on his hands. He remembered the war he had raged against a god with a tyrannical hold on his world. With his brothers, he had destroyed him. Jai had driven a blade into his heart and left him bleeding golden ichor. He would have his revenge upon those deities by destroying the ones that abandoned Caeleste.

He stepped from the candle lit darkness into the blazing sunlight.

What magnificent sight he must have been as he emerged. A truly massive creature of fire and darkness, flames burned onto his body and his dark, draconic wings spread wide. The midday sun streamed through the fine membrane. His pelt shimmered as if it were burning.

For a moment the crowd did not notice him.

Once their attention rested on him the citizens of Greeshma fell into a hushed murmuring. Whispers spread among them like waves of rippling flames. In front of Jai stood a decorated woman. She dripped gold and rubies. Brilliant red transparent cloth floated around her giving the illusion of fire flickering over the lithe curves of her body. No doubt it was her voice he had heard within the cave. Perhaps she was a priestess, some dumb slut for a god who could not care less about her expendable life.

He snorted and pushed her aside with ease. For a moment, he simply surveyed. His heart stuttered, skipping into a faster pace. There were citizens watching him. Anxiety flickered. He had always hated the expectations of many placed upon him. The crowd was transfixed by the beast of fire who had emerged from their god’s temple. He had stepped into their gazes in the moments after they prayed for their God to send a new king. Religious idiots tended to interpret such a coincidence as divine intervention. He had little doubt they considered him godsent.

His nerves shifted to anger. He would shatter that ignorant belief.

”What the fuck is wrong with you people?!” he snarled. His teeth were bared, his horned head snaking out towards them. They fluttered back, rippling away from his motion like the terrified children they were. ”Your god, this Greeshma you worship so stupidly, is fucking gone. He doesn’t give one shitty divine fuck about you! But still, you come here like he’s going to answer your prayers this time, like he’s going to care this time. Well, here’s some news for you ignorant fucks, he’s never going to care.”

Silence resounded. He glanced at the woman and could see the rage in her eyes. Her lips twitched as if she was about to speak. In a smooth motion, he swung the deadly sharp arrow point of his tail to her throat. ”Not a fucking word, bitch. You preached the wrong fucking shit. Now it’s time to listen to someone who knows what the fuck they’re talking about.”

”He’s worse than your emperor, this god you worship. He left you a long fucking time ago. Why do you think he never answers your prayers? Why do you think you only get a recorded message from him when you plead for his magic? It’s because he left you. Because he’s too entitled to deal with your problems.” Every word was spat with enraged conviction. The crowd was stirring to his emotion. It started with one citizen nodding slightly, then spread through them. Teeth bared were bared not at him, but for him. Feet stamped the rhythm of unrest. These citizens had a spark of rage within them already. They were unhappy with their king and discontent that their God had not helped them when they needed them. Every one of them had a moment the deity had snubbed them, and every one of them felt their disappointment feeding a burning fire of rage. He grinned an unsettling smile, his teeth bared to the God, to the king, as if he were one of the people ignored by them.

”Go on. Pray to him. Beg him to help you find a better fucking ruler than your current piece of shit. He’s not going to answer,” he challenged them all, especially the women. He deduced she was a priestess. She had to be. Her skin had paled with each word, her eyes wide at every blasphemous incitement he spat to the people. Her lips parted.

”Greeshma...please. Show this man that he is wrong. Show your people that you will help us,” she pleaded in a lilting voice. ”We need you to prove you are here for us.”

The desert remained silent. Only the hot sun beat down upon their backs without respite, shining over the shifting dunes as it always had. After a minute, the murmuring started again. Whispers about the lack of response, that perhaps Greeshma had truly abandoned them, became louder and more frequent. They eclipsed those that tried to argue back.

”Shut the fuck up,” he growled. The crowd fell silent. All eyes fell upon him. In a violent motion, moving towards them in a flurry of sand and dark wings, he snarled at them. ”See. Your god has abandoned you. You’re on your fucking own. So what the hell are you going to do now?”

”Are you going to run back to your emperor and hope he does something, even though you know he won’t, because what the fuck has he ever done? So instead, you’ll tear from his throne with your teeth, you’ll leave his skin bloody and his throat torn, and you idiots will find a new fucking asshole to follow.” There was a moment of pause. He waited for argument. There was not a sound from the people. His sharp-toothed grin grew. With a slow, decisive shake of his head, he began to speak again.

”No. You fuckers are going to follow me. You’ll stand and watch as I fuck up your emperor, as I take his throne by force. You’ll stand by me when we take your country. And once we have everything, we’ll find your cowardly god and we will fucking kill him for ignoring us.”

The crowd shifted, a little uneasily. It was the priestess who voiced the concern in them. ”But who are you?”

”Jai Oiscere. I’ve killed spoilt little kings before and waged wars against gods that I won. And I’m going to be your commander.”

He had roused the fires of dissent, he had fanned them. It took a moment for confirmation of his desires, but soon the crowded nodded, murmuring their agreement of his statement. He glanced to the priestess. She had dropped her head as much as he allowed her. Her gaze flicked to his face, then moved away in submission. And just like that, he controlled the fires of a rebellion.

Greeshma’s lands would be his.
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(Guest), posted schedule 06-01-2017, 09:22 AM. link #8
OOC Name: Darkrise
Have you had any previous leadership positions? Not on here no but I have on two other sites, I’m not gonna lie and say that I was brilliant at them but at that point I was not an experienced rper and I easily lost muse however I have no lost muse for Cae because we are epic hehehe
Years of experience: Just under 2 years of forum rp experience however I have been writing most of my life and I would like to think that my lack of forum experience does not impact my ability to rp.
Why do you, the player, deserve this position? Ahh I suck at these questions haha I never think I deserve anything, I probably don’t deserve this because I am a terrible person. Buuuut I do have ideas and plans for Kaelia and Greeshma, namely a series of events as well as Kaelia visiting the other 4 kingdoms to find where she stands with them. I want to bring a new look to Greeshma as a warm, safe, tranquil paradise with beautiful architecture and wonderful shit like that hahaha that is in appearance only- Greeshma herd its self will still remain the beacon of strength and what not.

Character name: Kaelia
Position seeking: Empress
Link to profile: http://caeleste-rpg.net/member.php?actio...le&uid=668
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In just the short few months Kaelia had spent in Caeleste realisation had dawned upon her and a sense of purposelessness had crept in like the descending night. The futility of her mission to gain an army and reclaim the city she had once ruled far from here constantly ate away at her. There, there was nothing left for the fire-marked femme; her people have been cast out, her mate killed and her kingdom torn down by aggressors only to be resurrected in a far less equal manner. No, there would be nothing left in that once paradisiac desert for Kaelia to call home. The despair and disappointment might have cascaded over the young femme had she not found Greeshma so welcoming. Here she felt safe, practically home among the warm deserts and cool caves that were strikingly similar to the Kingdom she once ruled. The land’s Emperor himself, Vantrice, had been so welcoming and the first horse Kaelia had trusted in a long time. The smile that normally played across her lips at thoughts of him was now replaced with sadness for the Arabian mare had not seen the burgundy stallion in a long while and word was that horses were vying to claim Greeshma for themselves. As much as Kaelia’s heart ached to take away from Vantrice something that he had earnt for himself, the femme could not see the desert fall into the hooves of tyrants nor arise as a city of slavery and fear as her old kingdom had become. This felt right.

There was so much potential for what Greeshma could become, the thoughts and images almost exciting the usually calm creature. The red God’s land would once again become a beacon of strength and prosperity among the five Kingdoms of Caeleste, a true picture of the fiery and passionate nature of its inhabitants. Market places would be erected, squares full of bustling stalls where merchants and travellers could sell their wares and citizens could peruse leisurely the items Caeleste had to offer. Kaelia would see night time festivals, the buildings of the land lit with glowing candles, the surroundings painted by the oranges and yellows of the dancing flames. Lavish materials would adorn the bare sandstone pillars, brilliant colours filling the dreary reds and browns of the palace. Friendly sparring matches would occur, allowing the femme to pick out her soldiers and her guards, promoting the strength of Greeshma and showing the rest of Caeleste why they should not mess with the heat of the northern-most land. Kaelia planned on visiting each of the neighbouring herds, ascertain her allies from her enemies to better protect her people for Greeshma looked out for it own.

It was not to the orange walled rooms of the Devil’s Perch throne that Kaelia travelled, no, it was to the sanctuary of Greeshma’s Shrine that Kaelia made her way. Among the flickering candles and the glow of her own fiery hide she made her bid for the kingdom, her voice a resolute whisper, Greeshma would still here of that she was sure and he would make it known to the rest of the Kingdom.
“In your name Greeshma, I ask to claim your land and rule your people. I will restore the greatness of the summer lands in your strength and I will not bow to the other Kingdoms, holding strong as you once did. All I ask is that you bless my reign for I would not rule without your say.”
In the hush of the shrine Kaelia waited, her head held high and proud the resolution to return Devil’s Perch to glory shining bright in her lilac oculars.
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(Warrior) played by perm_identity Sol, posted schedule 06-01-2017, 02:53 PM. link #9
OOC Name: Sol
Have you had any previous leadership positions?: A veeeery long time ago!
Years of RP Experience: About 13 years off and on
Why do you think you, the player, deserve this position?: I’m active around here and always willing to plot with anyone. I like to include as many people as I can in my plots and characters’ lives, and this position would be no different. I enjoy getting to know everyone and making everyone included as much as I can, and I think this would be a great way for me to do that even more! I also think Shileim would be a tough empress who would ruffle some feathers, so there would be opportunity for drama with her. <3


Character Name: Shileim
Position Seeking: Empress of Greeshma
Link to Profile: http://caeleste-rpg.net/member.php?actio...le&uid=997”>
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After years at battle with herself, the warrior was finally venturing to a place she could rest her bones and call home. The warm sand beneath her hooves reminded her of her old home in the desert, and the harsh landscape was a familiar sight to her tired eyes. After much wandering through viridian meadows and cerulean rivers, the bleak landscape was oddly nostalgic. Fissure lines ran through the ground where wet soil had dried, and it cracked and turned to dust as she traveled this unfamiliar road. A dry breeze caressed the earth and dragged particles of dirt into the air, and small, isolated gusts of wind spun in circles to create insignificant dust spirals. The sun shone bright above in its mid-day stance, and it would still be several hours before the relief of nightfall graced the lands. To some, this landscape appeared inhospitable and merciless. To her, there was life all about this place if one inspected the earth closely enough. Small bugs skittered from rock to rock, seeking shelter from the blazing heat, and cacti dotted the horizon. Despite the arid climate, there was still live in these lands, and she would rejuvenate it and make it a bastion for the strong of heart once more.

During her time wandering, she had learned many undiscovered traits about herself. The first was that she was incapable of wallowing in sorrow for long.  There was an ache in her chest that lingered after “he” passed away, but she forced herself to suppress it. There was no purpose to living in the past and feeling that pain, and she had found ways to hide those feelings deep within her soul. Perhaps one day, there would be a spark that ignited those emotions back to the forefront of her mind, but for the time being, she would do best without feeling anything at all. The second trait was that she needed a purpose and a job. She had been raised as a guardian and a fighter, and her existence without fulfilling either of these vocations had been dismal. She couldn’t stand to wander without a purpose, and she felt that this desolated land, secretly brimming with life, would bring her closer to a life worth living. She hoped, in turn, she could devote her life to making it a stronger, more fortified herd than it had ever been before.

As she reached the innermost reaches of the herd lands, she found a large rock with a gentle incline jutting from the earth. She ascended the pillar and gained footing near the top. There did not appear to be any equines watching her, yet the earth itself would hear her call for conquest. ”To the citizens of this land: lend me your ear, for I, Shielim, am the one who claims this land as my own!” Her voice was as strong and confident as it had been the day she took her position as the guardian of the throne. This time, she would take the throne for herself. ”To my allies: know that you have gained a trusted confidant for the rest of your lives. I swear to you that I will do all in my power to glorify this land and make it flourish under the hot desert sun. We are strength itself, and we will not be cast aside by any. All will know our names and bow to the power of Greeshma.” The memories of her father began to flood back, and she could feel his leadership style clouding her thoughts. She would succumb to the warrior’s curse and live her life with discipline and rules. ”To our enemies: beware the name of Greeshma and all those who follow him.  We will not succumb to the treachery and infidelity so prevalent in the world today. We fight for what is ours, even when we fight against all odds.” In the short time she had lived in Caeleste, she had discovered that there was a stench in the air from some equines. It was inevitable that such rottenness would permeate through the air and infect other lands, but she would not allow such vile, treasonous villains in her beloved home. ”I welcome those of you who agree to my terms openly. Those who do not will leave immediately, on your own volition or by force.” Her back was turned on her feelings and emotions, and she would not look back. Under her breath, she quietly whispered to herself. ”Welcome to my new reign.”



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