Yuyeh sesh. Despise your heart. Ni weh sesh. I have no heart. They were like gods who abandoned all but a shred of their divinity. The time for retribution has come.A Grisha Trilogy RoleplayComing April 2017. { - }
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What time will the main be released?
It will release at midnight, EST!

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all these model fcs. do they have a personal tailor like genya to do their faces?
If you鈥檒l remember (or in case you haven鈥檛 read them), it鈥檚 canon in the books that Grisha are considered more beautiful/striking in appearance than ordinary humans, so in their cases, they wouldn鈥檛 need a tailor; the use of their powers makes them stronger, more youthful, and yes鈥攎ore attractive. As for the humans, yes鈥攖hey do have a tailor that can be summoned for a hefty sum, though not all of the members of court make use of her. As is sometimes the case in the real world, some look the way they do naturally (models are people, too!). Whether a character utilizes a tailor depends on their station and your own interpretation!

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what time-zones do the admins operate on?
Admin Em and Risa are in EST, Admin Bree is in CST, and I am in PST!

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Hello, everyone! With all forty of our teasers now released, we are very excited to announce that the MAINPAGE聽will be released on SATURDAY, APRIL 22ND.聽After many weeks in the making, we absolutely can鈥檛 wait to finally reveal the full glory of the roleplay, and hope that all of you are equally hyped. We also encourage you to participate in our TALKTAG聽to introduce yourself or share your thoughts so far. Let us know what characters you鈥檙e looking forward to or what you love most about the Grishaverse! We鈥檇 love to hear from you - and as always, thank you so much for your continued interest and support!
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is there a reason that adrik doesn't have the brush stroke across the eyes like the other teasers?
Yes...the reason is that I forgot...however, he now has it too! Thanks for letting me know!

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when do you think your group will be open for gameplay?
I think sometime around June, Anon! When you take into account releasing all the biographies, application time, etc.

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THE DARKLING
HISTORY HAS ITS EYES ON YOU.聽Moi soverennyi. He had seen empires rise and empires fall, he had led rebellions and quelled them, he had tasted conquest, brewed terror, created vainglory as thick as a man鈥檚 torso and as crimson-deep as the cut which severs it. Moi soverennyi. That awe-tinged echo clung to him like the shadows to the hidden face of the moon; relentlessly, possessively -- like brazen worshipers at the dais of their god. And darkness incarnate rose like a phoenix from the ashes of his own demise; remaking, retelling, reliving the same story of immortal splendor, inherent horror. Again, and again, and again聽he made himself new. Five lives, five legacies, five tales of rule and ruin. Moi soverennyi. And the masses fell facedown as their deity descended from the clouds. He was their tsar, their emperor, their conquistador, their fragile life and rotten death -- a thousand nights of fear, a thousand days of majesty and sin so sacred that it burned. His ambition drove him, his power fed him, his pride reared up and swallowed his enemies whole. He was cold and beautiful and void of love; yet still they came, with their prayers and their hatred, with their numinous wonder and effervescent longing. And as they clung to the black of his robes, there was nothing but odinakovost and etovost, manifesting like twin wolves at the heels of their master. For what is power? Power is power. And what is infinite? Nothing but the universe, and the g r e e d of men.聽
THE PROBLEM WITH WANTING IS THAT IT MAKES US WEAK.
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THE ORDER OF SUMMONERS
A GIRL RAISED in a rich man鈥檚 garden will inevitably become one of two things: the rose or the thorn, but she has always been a little too much to be either鈥攁 little too harsh to be delicate, a little too frail to be sharp. It was as if fate hadn鈥檛 quite known what it intended when it made her鈥攚hether it had hoped to mold someone kind enough to look upon the world that shunned her with mercy or cruel enough to bare her teeth and declare that she knew not what the word was. She was at once a girl with sharp teeth and a child who only wanted to be loved, a strange little thing to be marveled at and easily forgotten, but she outgrew the parts of her that longed to be treasured鈥攕hrugged them off like a roughspun winter coat in the first days of spring. The girl she once was is long-buried, eclipsed by time and the crushing weight of fate鈥檚 expectations; the girl she鈥檚 become has risen from the ashes, burning with the desire of all saints who came before her鈥攖o be worshipped, to be feared. Holiness suits her, as it does all brutal things鈥攍ike a crown, like a curse; the divine have never known how to die quietly, nor were they made to be kind.聽
THE PROBLEM WITH WANTING IS THAT IT MAKES US WEAK.
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Can you tell us more about the Lantsov relationships?
Of course! In birth order, the Lantsov children are/were Ivan (deceased), Anton, Viktor, and Anastasia. Ivan was a few years Anton鈥檚 senior, which more or less set him apart a bit from the others, but he was beloved nonetheless, both by his siblings and his people. His loss has been taken hard by the kingdom as a whole, but none have felt his absence as deeply as his brothers and sister.
The younger Lantsovs have always been a bit divided amongst themselves, a fact only made more apparent by recent events (especially Anton鈥檚 ascension as heir to the Ravkan throne). Anton and Viktor have never really seen eye to eye, though not for a lack of effort on the former鈥檚 part; Viktor has always been immensely envious of his older brother, and as such, he resents him pretty deeply. Viktor has always made things a competition between them, but Anton has long since come to realize that there are far more pressing things than trying to one-up the younger man鈥攁lthough, when it comes to matters of charm, he鈥檚 damnably good at it. His relationship with their sister is much better; Anastasia adores both of her brothers, but she looks to Anton for guidance and as a role model, and he鈥檚 determined not to prove her wrong. That being said, Viktor and Anastasia are considerably closer than she and Anton are, being the youngest half of what was once a four-sibling family and, by default, the two with the least responsibilities. Lastly, Tatiana is their maternal cousin; while Anton is civil with her, Viktor wants absolutely nothing to do with her, and as such, Anastasia is really the only royal child with which she has any sort of significant relationship with, but they鈥檙e friendly.

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THE DARKLING鈥橲 GUARD
HE WAS REBORN OUT OF DEATH. Once, there had been a mother, a father, a Kerch caravan traipsing across the mainland. Once, he had been a child drunk with possibility and stolen liquor, full of playful potential, cunning speculation. Once.聽And once, he supposes; he had been naive and unafraid, and he had not bowed his knee to the being who would become his liege, his emperor, his god. Moi soverennyi was like music on his tongue, the soothing familiarity of a dark lord who had saved him from destruction, raised him to be powerful, allowed him to be ruthless like the sea from whence he had come. No tide could have hit as hard or as relentlessly as a boy without a home who had been scooped from the ashes of carnage and made into the son of the shadows itself -- elite soldier, foreboding warrior, Oprichnik. The Darkling had looked upon him all those years ago and seen the anger, the intensity, the teeth. And that day, among the wreckage of Fjerdan raid, he had gained his most loyal sycophant. What is loyalty? It is battles and shields and advance formations, swords and scythes and crooked, bloody noses. What is love? It is to be willing to place down your very life聽for that whom you have sworn to protect. To the bloodletters who claimed humans were too fragile to spar with godlings; let them feel his fury, swallow his wrath. They had been born. He had been chosen. And he would risk every fibre of his soul, expend every inch of his flesh; in order to prove himself worthy -- in order to see his god sit upon the thrones of a dozen nations.聽
THE PROBLEM WITH WANTING IS THAT IT MAKES US WEAK.
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when will all the teasers be posted? or are they all out?
There are still a few more to be posted! You鈥檒l know when the last one is out, trust us. ;)

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THE KING鈥橲 COURT
IS BEAUTY TERROR? Or is terror that panicked cry of war upon distant shores; the slap of bodies against the cliffs, blood-red and sea-spray and a quick silver dagger between the ribs? And glory? Does it taste of kvas and jurda and the cradle of a woman鈥檚 thighs -- or is it found in a thousand conquests, the Ravkan flag flying over scenes of desolate victory as the songbirds wail? 聽He was proud to a fault, decorated hero of a battle upon a hill, a sea, a tundra as white as bleached bone. He was cold and manipulative and would sooner bleed out on his horse than succumb to obscurity. Fame. They used to shout his name, and like a golden-haired harbinger of death, he would look towards them and smile so thinly that it could cut. Fortune. Lieutenant by day, prince of vices by night -- wasted; stumbling from one stone parapet to the next, indulgent. Glory. Yet he was blessed. He was blessed with the propensity for violent ingenuity, he was blessed with a mind like a diamond, a body made to command and rear up and crush, that cool ruthless hand. Alas.聽Loss. He returned home in pieces; red-smeared and black-weak. He returned home a legend, and legends never die; do they? But he would not be their martyr, left to drink and whore and wallow in darkness after his time in the sun. There were wars yet to be won.聽He craved a dead-wet form of horror, he wanted to see the fear in their eyes and the blood on their necks. He returned home in pieces; but he would lead battles again, someday. They used to shout his name; but now they whisper it. For what is terror, if not a restless longing for the monstrous sin of human nature? Nothing.聽
THE PROBLEM WITH WANTING IS THAT IT MAKES US WEAK.
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Oh my gosh Valeryia is such a beautiful character I'm already in love! Who is her faceclaim?
Awh, I鈥檓 so glad that she has admirers already! Her faceclaim is Daniela Braga.聽

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OMG! Iskra is so beautiful and awesome I love!!!
Thank you so much! I love Iskra with my whole heart and I鈥檓 glad to know that someone else does too!

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who are altan and lei's fcs?
Altan鈥檚 is Bang Sung Hoon and Lei鈥檚 is Remy Hii!

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What are all of you looking for applicants? Any tips and suggestions you'd all like to give? Words of encouragement? (Wow, I'm totally enamored with Valeriya鈥攖hat absolutely unfettered avarice and hubris!)
You鈥檒l have a better idea of what we鈥檙e looking for once we release the main and application form, but in general, we鈥檙e looking for players who are both passionate about and have a firm grasp of the characters we鈥檝e written! Those two things will generally be the deciding factor concerning whether an application is accepted over another or at all. We鈥檙e also looking for high levels of literacy, as this will be a highly literate group, but don鈥檛 worry about that too much; odds are, you鈥檒l be fine.聽
As for tips and suggestions, read as many teasers and biographies as you can (all of them, preferably), and once the main is released, read through our pages and immerse yourself in the world, even if you鈥檝e read the trilogy. It鈥檒l help your muse immensely, as putting them together has definitely helped ours throughout this process. Most of all, though, don鈥檛 stress! We鈥檙e all very excited to get started, and we know we鈥檒l enjoy reading through every application we receive!
(P.S. Thank you! Admin Risa did a beautiful job with Valeriya, and we鈥檙e all happy to see you like her!)

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