Black Clover RP is an intermediate AU roleplay site set generations after the happenings of the Black Clover Manga/Anime.
The events of this site are entirely non-canon compared to real lore surrounding the manga;
meaning that any canon names and concepts surrounding any lore, anime, manga, game, etc are not valid.
If you have any questions, or like what you see, then please join our discord, the link is provided above or feel free to register!
BCRP was created by Gemini with the effort of staff members.
All content relative to the site belongs to its original creators.
Black Clover was produced by Shonen Jump, Viz Freak and created by Yūki Tabata.
BCRP does not claim to own any canon material relative to the Black Clover Manga or production.
The skin and templates were created by Nova for use of BLACK CLOVER RP and this board only.
Images used were made by various artists.
01/10/20 Mysterious creatures have appeared throughout the Kingdom
05/16/18 The Spring Magic Knigts Exam has came to an end!
05/16/18 Patch 2.5 has dropped!
08/01/18 The 4 year Time Skip has occured. New rules and regulations as well as events have all been put into place.
09/21/18 The Royal Knight Exams have begun
10/01/18 The 2018 Fall Harvest Festival will begin
10/19/18 The Fall Magic Knight Exams will begin
11/15/18 The Harvest Festival and Royal Knight Exams both end
11/12/18 The Magic Knight Exams have begun
12/05/18 The Yule Time Festivus has brought many events throughout the Kingdom!
02/15/19 The Grimoire Ceremony is starting all around the country.
04/08/19 The Magic Knight Exams have begun
05/20/19 The Magic Knight Exams have ended
06/01/19 The Diamond Kingdom has started thier invasion on Clover, hoping to end the war!
09/30/19 The War with Diamond has ended!
10/01/19 One Year Timeskip
There would be many times in a year where Llna would find herself pausing in her tracks, only to stare at the sky in absolute stupor as she questioned her life choices that led her to where she stood. A bitter chill swept through the tatters of her weathered cloak, a dreadful cold angrily gnawing at the soles of her feet as the freshly fallen snow crunched beneath her every step. Yet, emerald eyes would pay no heed to the gentle numbing pain of frostbite slowly sinking in as it spread its gaze across the infinitely azure horizon, wordlessly watching as powdered flakes softly drifted down from the skies in a tuneless waltz.
Escorting a supply convoy to a winter-blessed town that had been snowed in with nothing but the fraying fabric she called a cloak to shield her from the cold and a random branch she had plucked from the roadside to fend off danger. Gently rocking her weight on the balls of her feet, Llna would wave the branch idly, an absentminded hum upon misted breath as the heat dissipated within seconds. What exactly had been going through her mind when she had made this decision? Despite her seemingly laidback attitude, her mind would be a great sea of contrast - Looming, roaring, a tumultuous storm of emotions brewing upon the crashing waves as they viciously lashed at her already wavering will to take on the mission.
Nevertheless, her conscience would have been relentlessly pricked by the growing notion of guilt. She had accepted the mission, and it would be her duty to see it to completion; Somewhere along the line, it had become a binding promise to help a person in need, a string of fate guided by karma. When all that had been put into perspective, there really was only one thing that Llna could understand - She didn't understand a single thing about it, and she didn't feel like doing so. She wouldn't question the unnecessary profoundness of morals and simply go along for the ride.
Besides, she had been planning to visit Nairn someday and people often said that there was no time like the present, right?
The quiet hum of strings would steal her attention with ease, drawing the girl into a reverie as she tore her gaze from the iridescence of the snow's descent. In the front of the carriage, towering stallions would restlessly click their hooves against the waterlogged path. Upon the seat, sat a man with a head of white, the passing of time etched into the wrinkles that decorated his face as crooked fingers plucked the ever familiar tunes of street music right off her tongue - A wandering bard, a busker that travelled from one town to another seeking inspiration and spreading joy to the people of that area.
As if entranced by the music, Llna would carefully shuffle closer, palms brushing over the rough wooden cart as she closed her eyes, drowning out the pure canvas of icy white that surrounded them for miles as she sunk into the comforting folds of rhythm and melody. It would be okay to relax like this for now, wouldn't it? After all, she had heard that someone else was supposed to join her on this seemingly perilous journey up into the mountains.
Speaking of which, they hadn't gotten lost in the endless fields of snow, had they? Llna would snort lightly, forest green gaze dripping with nostalgia as she quietly watched the vibrations of string under calloused hands. Having two directionally-challenged people on the same team would be a nightmare.
Post by Willow Omens❂ on Aug 25, 2019 4:17:56 GMT -5
Humming to himself as he trudged along, his breath showing on the wind as the uncharacteristically cold air got to him, Willow Omens was making his way to see what the issue was that was plaguing the town, snowdrifts moving in as they are cleared up. A curious thing indeed, more curious was the church that stood up on a plateau of the mountain, a mountain known for many plateaus that it had been named the Bookshelf.
Swept back and faded orange hair, Willow had a headband around his forehead, a sash hanging dwon from the right side of his head near the ear and over his missing left eye, wrapping around the back of his head. It was a nice royal crimson color adorned with gold trimmings. He had on civilian clothes today. White pants that had a plaid over lay, like some sort of a belt that looked like excess shirt. His top was a nice and fancy black, sleeves removed from it and gloves on his hands. Black shoes on his feet as he trundled along
The girl would be receiving back up alright, someone that very well had no purpose being here, someone that was more than powerful enough, someone who, by all intents and purposes, should have sent someone else that was in training. BUt no, due to his interest in mana beasts and mana oddities rising, the damned vice captain of the Azure Deer. As he moved through the snow, his presence would be known to the people of the town, and to the girl by proxy. That aura he put off, the pressure of his mana alone, even those with little skil in sensory would be able to tell he was coming. And heading right through the town and for the other side, he would stand, waiting for a signal to head on up to the mountain face, of course, if someone were to join him, they could discuss the details of their rendezvous in detail.