conversations: human
conversations:  The dark clouds overhead churned in the high winds, threatening to bring down a veritable wave of precipitation on the gathering attendees.  The dreary mood of the crowd of well-wishers made the weather seem downright cheerful by comparison: although the famous Fowl's funeral was not open to the general public, they still easily outnumbered the gravestones present in the Fowl Manor cemetery.  Among the mounrers were many an ancient, powerful wizard, various faery folk, and even the odd vampire.  Artemis Fowl II had made quite a name for himself throughout the worlds above and below, and even side-to-side when the planes opened up to travel.
  
  But all things must come to an end; even the most powerful of men must eventually settle his debt with the forces of nature, returning to the dust from which they were formed.  And so those who had known them, or known of them, gathered to celebrate their life and mourn their death, as was traditional in the ways of Man and the Faery People.
  
  But then, when has a Fowl ever put stock in tradition...   
  
  The funeral procession has yet to start; you guys aren't the last her, and you're not the first.  If you could please introduce your character and how you're arriving at the funeral (hopefully, dressed appropriately for a funeral).  We're gonna start with a bit of RP before things get going here, so I'd appreciate a really awesome description of appearance, actions, reactions, and words in this part of the game.
conversations: AvatarVecna:
conversations: human
conversations:  A large woman whose features are swathed in a moss of shaggy hair arrive at the estate along with a woman with a bandana and an eccentric hairstyle. Aside from that, they are wearing heavy black which covers them from shoulder to toe. The casket is still in preparation for the pallbearers as embellishment of flower cuts are being arranged from the corner of the large woman's vision. Rukar turns to see the gathering of the great mage's former enemies and friends that has come to pay their final respects like her. Frankly, the she-lycan falls under his former enemies as the great mage had been the one that conquered and segregated the Moon Fang Clan when he was alive. She is now without a clan but she is not entirely without a future. Any hatred had long been curbed in the past, replaced by a genuine respect for the man who tutored her in the curse and reformed her race in "compensation" for their loss. She did not know what happened to other lycanthropes or her former brethren. She might come across another pack in the near future but she do not plan to intrude on their lives.
  
   Is this a bad omen? 
  
  Her companion and second mentor, Cassandra, always indulges herself in the questions pertaining the future when asked. She is an old friend of the long deceased Harry Potter and the now deceased Artemis Fowl. Like her aunt, Sybil, she is also a devotee to divination as she teaches the subject in magic school and to the tamed lycanthrope who awakened her gift of divination 5 years ago. Personally trained by Artemis, her visions are more precise and controlled than her aunt.
  
   The moon and sun have not aligned yet. Under the eclipse, your destiny will be determined. 
conversations: Yas392:
conversations: human
conversations:  From a far, quiet spot, a dark figure beholds the crowd attending the funeral. It is a 6 feet tall, broad-shouldered person who wears a bulky black cloak who covers most of its body; however, most perceptive people can see a white mask covering its face, and the long pommel of a sword close to its waist.
  
  With a muscled, scaly hand, the figure slowly removes the hood and the mask, clearly as a show of respect, and the scarred face of a male demon -red-skinned, two horns on his forehead, gold eyes, fanged mouth, and silver, long hair- is uncovered. A silvery breastplate armor can now be spotted under the dark clothes, as well as a katana and a wakizashi (a smaller version of a katana), both weapons of an exotic, fiendish design, indicating this heavily armed demon is a warrior of some sort.
  
  He looks like he's suppressing a feeling of anger, but not directed at the dead body, but at something or someone else. Clenching his clawed fist, he lets his emotions flow, but still showing an unnerving calm, proving himself he has an astounding will to control his temper even in tough times.
  
  Artemis Fowl was meant to be a worthy opponent for Bedraeloch. The most powerful spellcaster against his blade, it could have been a great, honorable duel. However, the hopes the demon had for such confrontation to occur are now gone since Fowl passed away. Even if he was not formally invited, it was quite easy for Bedraeloch to walk past crowds without being the center of attention.
  
  The least he could do now was to pay some silent respect to such legendary figure. So he covers his head with the hood again, and slowly walks lowering his head, approaching the center of the funeral procession trying to not draw too much attention to himself.
conversations: Wdwune:
conversations: human
conversations:  From one of the veritable fleet of taxis coming to and from the funeral, a slim, 5'11 man quietly steps out. His face is weathered, age clearly showing it has some over him. Despite this, his brown eyes are still sharp, and his hair shows no sign of balding. ("  I might have had to threaten my hair for it to stop having... blank spots, but I still have a full head of hair, dangit!  ")
  
  He wears no armor, nor does he bear a weapon. As he emerges from the taxi, he wears a weathered explorer's outfit, with a backpack. But as he shakes his sleeves  just  right, his clothes warp and twist, becoming a far more appropriate black suit and  fancy  hat. The backpack stubbornly persists, however.
  
  His face becomes more drawn as he approaches the funeral procession's main group. Artemis Fowl was once his hero, and his actions had saved the lives of many, and improved the lives of far more. But even he fell to time eventually, something that his (" Slowly! ") aging body is quick to remind him of. He chuckles, and remarks under his breath:  "I'll be happy if I eke out as many years as Fowl did though." 
   
   Spoiler: OOC 
  That's all I've got... &gt;.&gt; 1:30 AM, holiday preparations and other things have been pulling me away. Please excuse the lateness, and the grammar errors. ^.^
  
  Taxi's are alright to arrive in, right?
   
conversations: alanek2002: