Miss Ember
09-13-2010, 12:53 AM
Characters!:
McKyle Strendle
Name:McKyle Strendle
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Sexuality: Straight
Weapons/Strengths:Two-handed Mace/ with bombs made from his Alchemy Shop
http://i903.photobucket.com/albums/ac238/Liquidous/consecratedMace_article.jpg
Weaknesses: Any weapon, any element
Personality: Growing up with his father, an Alchemist, he is very reclusive. After his father was murdered by the roaming Orcish tribes, he grew bitter. He lives alone in the rebuilt his father's workshop. He now practices Alchemy, avoiding it as a child, he felt like he needed to pick up the tradeskill.
History: (See personality) In his recent years he works mercenary work. Creating new potions and powders, he sells to the king. When the king noticed his knack for Alchemy, he came to his door and recruited him for the army. During his career as a soldier, he had strange visions. Visions of a dark place, a black hole, and a witch of great power. Telling the king this he has been assigned to go to the abyss and scout out what the matter is. Now he is dedicated to his new job, and will do anything to finish the job. The story will continue.
Appearance: McKyle is built. he isn't very tall, and he isn't short. He wears a brown sleeveless vest, with a dirty white shirt under it. He wears brown torn pants, with a rope used as a belt, with his fathers old boots on his feet. His face is dark and gruff, with a long scar down the left side of his face, usually has a hood over his head, and a bald head.
Picture link here!
http://www.destructoid.com/elephant/...-468x-ward.jpg
Arianna Jacobson
Arianna Jacobson
(Elandanai - Arrowbreeze)
http://i998.photobucket.com/albums/af102/chewbaccabear/tenderness_by_Himmlich.jpg?t=1284339677
elf ears (http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs40/f/2009/011/6/3/elf_by_Himmlich.jpg)
copper/golden eyes. (http://i375.photobucket.com/albums/oo197/Jazzy_Jaz_01/gold-eye.jpg)
wings (http://www.the-avariel.com/joomla/images/stories/avariel/gencon2005_avariel_elf.jpg)
Wings are unbound against her body, they spread widely to a couple feet. Arianna wears tan and dark brown baggy peasant clothes so it is easier to hide her wings.
Age:
Appears 28 (211 years old)
Gender:
Female
Race:
Avariel/Sun Faery (Doesn't know yet.)
Sexuality:
Straight
Weapons/Strengths:
Glass hair clip (http://cosmetic-candy.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/hair-clip-1.jpg) that transforms into a bow with no string. Is able to produce bright yellow arrows from her hands when she imagines to pull back an arrow. She had the hair clip on her since birth.
Weaknesses:
Dark magic, close combat, physical combat.
Personality:
Reserved and careful of her surroundings and loves to be in the open air and if she is inside for some time, she gets claustrophobic. When she gets to know a person, Arianna becomes quite nice but will never turn her back on any person.
History:
Crying loudly when she was a baby, Arianna was found by an elder women who nutured her into childhood and early teenager years. The woman was named Jona Jacobson and was 46 when she died. She was raised to having her feathered wings strapped at her back so everyone thought she was a human. But having the house to herself, she was forced to travel and was picked up by a caring soldier who was mesmerized by her odd eyes. Attempting to train her to defend herself since she was 18, Arianna learned how to use a bow for she failed at close combat with swords. But as a battle near the village came, the soldier who took care of her, died in the fight and so Arianna traveled again. From then on, Arianna could live by herself and didn't let anyone get close to her. Even in the 200+ years she had lived, she was careful not to get close to human preserves and stayed in the Elvin land north of the Human Kingdom. When Arianna was in her double digits, she had wavy midnight black hair, but now it has turned silvery white and bone straight. But ever since now, she has been getting dreams of a mysterious woman in the darkness wanting her to go to the bottom continent and help her with evil deeds or of the like.
Extra:
A background check on Avariel is here. (http://www.candlekeep.com/library/articles/avariel.htm)
Family Past:
A woman Avariel who was familiar in the village and married fell in love with a male Sun Faerie. Getting pregnant from the Faerie, she was banished and so despised the baby which was inside her and when the woman gave birth, she almost killed Arianna but looked into her eyes and set her down near a human house. Letting her be found and raised for she couldn't look into that Half-Faerie face.
Anton Destang/Andronochuss(Andy)
((Both of these guys are together, by the way. MasterxDisciple.)
Name: Anton Destang
Age: 34
Sex: Male
Race: Elf
Appearance:
http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g236/Darius234/hielo_429.jpg
Personality:
Anton is a fool-hardy and arrogant Elf of only thirty-four years. When he was old enough to walk he did so, walking right out of his village and exposing himself to the northern ice. His families were Northern Elves, and thrived in the cold environment of the frozen tundra. He contains an icy edge on his voice when speaking, and speaks sharp as an icicle. Although when someone is able to melt past his exterior shell and get to his core, he is a loyal friend, and would kill for anyone in need of help.
Abilities:
Being from the frozen north, Anton is resistant to ice-based attacks. He can reform water into ice and manipulate the crystals at his will. His sword, Diamond, acts as an amplifier for his ice-based magic. The sword itself is a frame of metal with ice sitting in between the steel lines. Anton uses this in combat by reforming the ice within, widening the blade, or using the ice as a ranged attack. Seeing as how the blade is mostly frozen water, it is actually quite light, and Anton is able to wield it with one hand effectively. He practiced his swordsmanship constantly while he lived in the wilderness, and has come up with both unique offensive and defensive skills that meld with his ice-based power.
Background:
Born in the age of war and turmoil, Anton decided early as a youngster that he needed to get the hell out of the confinements of his home and out into the world. Secondly, he wanted to learn more about himself. The Destang clan followed strict rules, one of them being that the practice of magic was forbidden. He was an Elf! This was ridiculous. His ideas swirled in his mind and finally came up with a solution.
Escape.
He waited until his twelfth winter to get out of the place. He had secretly been honing his skills away from his family, experimenting with the glaciers and tundra to refine his basic ice control. He had realized early on that a focusing tool was needed badly to amplify his control, and thus, stole a spoon from his family's kitchen. It was the dead of night when he left the hut, spoon in hand. The village elder was sitting by a fire, his eyes trained on Anton, his mouth curling up into a chortle.
"So there, little Anton. You've finally decided, have you?" the Elder inquired, tapping his fingers on his knees in a patient rhythm.
Anton looked the Elder up and down, then stashed the spoon into his pocket.
"I know you've been practicing that magic. I knew you'd be doing this one day, you know. When you were born, it was during the worst snowstorm of our village's history. I swear, it ripped apart five huts as if it were nothing... but the hut your baby self was all wrapped up in next to your mother; untouched. In fact, the hut was perfect. Hehe!" the Elder continued, getting up as the creak of his old bones echoed across the camp.
The Elder reached into his pocket and pulled out a roll of parchment, wrapped in a light blue piece of twine. He stuffed it into Anton's chest, winking.
"That right there is the treasure of our clan. There's no use keeping it hidden anymore, and you might just be the only one who can use it nowadays, y'know. Our clan's magic is weakening thanks to that rule, but your magic seems to be just as strong as the Founders. With times as they are, it's only a matter of weeks until the war finds our peaceful home. I'll tell your mother you fell off the cliff while poking around, boy. Go make yourself a name." the Elder finished, patting Anton on the shoulder.
Anton watched the Elder leave in absolute bewilderment. It was accepted that he was leaving? Ridiculous. But why question the works? He just got freedom given to him on a plate, along with a map to some sort of clan heirloom! And the boy left, trotting quickly away at the age of twelve.
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Name: Andronochuss (Andy)
Gender: Prefers the Male appearance.
Age: He's existed since sin, but he stopped counting about fifty years after he was bound to the land. He hasn’t been able to shift back into his humanoid form in a while, but the form usually looks to be at a prime age for a human. Perhaps in the 30s.
Race: Demon
Skills/Abilities: Andy has many things at his disposal. As a demon, it’s taken for granted that he has the ability to spread pestilence and death in human communities, as well as the power to allure young female humans into his grasp. Andronochuss was originally one of the Demon Kings, summoned to this realm from the land below to perform some menial task, a mass-murder of an entire city. That took him a mere few hours, but when he returned to claim the soul of his contractor, a holy chain of precious metals was lassoed around his neck. This sealed his power instantly, since depending on the rank of demon, the more effective the weaknesses are.
Strengths: Swordsmanship, archery, magic.
Weaknesses: Precious metals. Examples of these would be silver, gold, platinum, and palladium. Chains made of these metals linked together seals his power and his body. A dagger made of silver stabbed through his heart would kill him on the spot, but because of certain things a demon can do, his heart is in a separate location than his body.
Personality: Andy is not a typical demon. He does not really care about the whole “evil” look. Personally, he believes in doing the right thing… for the right price. He is a slave of a deal. The contractor makes the contract with him and he accepts the terms, whatever they may be, as long as the contractor pays up in the end. Though when he doesn’t receive payment, he gets quite nasty, and takes more than what was bargained for by force. That being, he hates betrayal. Being a Demon King, he is unique in these aspects from other demons. He’s powerful enough to afford to be different and not hear the murmuring of his lower ranked brethren behind his back.
Now, for the ladies… Oh, he’s for the ladies.
Appearance:
Animal Form
http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g236/Darius234/anime_wolf_fullbody-1.jpg
Humanoid Form (minus ears and tail)
http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g236/Darius234/hunkalicious.jpg
True Demon Form
http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g236/Darius234/dark-warrior.jpg
He has no weapons and gains none in the rp. If the situation demands, he'll just pocket a weapon from someone he just killed and use it. The scythe his True Demon form has is formed from his tails, and he may only go into that form when his contractor wishes it so. A very large emphasis on the "wish" part. Where great power is attained, there is always a place where it is taken. The contractor.
Background:
Seriously?
He was stuck on the end of a chain again, in the middle of a freezing damn cold cave, and the only eventful thing he got the stare at was the ice SOMETIMES letting down a drop of water... which got turned to ice immediately thereafter. Absolutely positively epic in entertainment purposes.
His two snow-white wolf paws came up and covered his eyes, a large wolfy sigh echoing around the cave. A big silver collar was around his neck, six silver threads extending from the circlet to embed themselves into the ice cave's wall. Some Elf had promised to contract with him in this cave and led him in, where he saw this big piece of metal shaped like a sword, but more like the frame of a sword. The next thing he knew, a silver collar had been secured around his neck and strings were attached. Oh, he had eaten the Elf. He had been in proximity to do it all. He'd been digesting the bastard for decades and centuries. What's time? Jeez.
He felt the ice shift suddenly.
His crimson eyes scanned the cave and saw the ice part like the riptide of a wave on the ocean, and in stepped an Elf that looked to be around his eighteenth year of age. A young one. They were less crunchy.
The demon wolf stood up, facing off against the Elf. He was quite sure what to expect, though he didn't have the power to deal with someone who could part ice as if it were simply air. The silver was negating his unholy energy. The fact the shiny trinket was blessed, that was worse. But wait.
In the Elf's hand was a... spoon.
"OH SHIT! HE'S GONNA EAT ME!" Andronochuss' eyes widened in surprise and dramatic irony.
The Elf stepped forward, spoon in hand, his eyes trained on that sword frame embedded in the ice behind the wolf. Though, two of his silver threads were connected to that sword.
Andronochuss sat on his haunches and brought a paw up to lick it, one eye gazing upon the young elf.
"Might as well sell myself..."
The wolf cleared his throat in a noble manner and looked upon the elf with both eyes.
"Welcome, young one, to this humble ice cave. What pray tell are you trying for?"
The Elf looked at the wolf with a surprised face, then realized he looked ridiculous, and calmed down.
"I, uh... came for the Diamond Dust Edge?" the young Elf stammered.
The wolf looked behind him and sighed.
"You mean this thing behind me? I'd let you take it for sure, it's a sore thing to look at. But there's a problem, you see..." the wolf said, shaking his neck so the silver threads would shake, showing two were connected to the sword.
"You see, I come with it. There's a thing with demons, when we're connected to an instrument of destruction, we're bound to it. So if you want this Diamond Dust thingy, you'll also have to want me. And make a contract."
"D-d-d-demon?" the young elf stuttered, taking a step back. The spoon erupted in a cascade of snow as the magic drifted slowly to the floor of the cave. Andronochuss raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, a demon. I am Andronochuss, Demon King of Pride. I'll reserve my other titles. They're of little use to demonstrate authority when you're lashed down like a dog. Now, to make a contract, this is what you do..."
Time passed by and the two eventually got out of the cave, Andronochuss with his newfound owner, Anton Destang.
Auron
Name: Auron
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Mage
Sexuality: Straight
Weapons/Strengths: http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd233/Pucca_13/Weapons/The_Twin_Blades.jpg
and the weapon in the appearance pic
Along with a variety of spells he casts by drawing seals in his own blood and regular casting
Weaknesses: Over use of magic causes him extreme fatigue and often losses consciousness in the worst situations.
Personality: He is a ruthless killer on the battlefield. Auron knows what must be done and sets out to do it in the most effective manner he can think of. It his his skill that quickly earns him respect and fear. But outside of combat he is quite laid back and peaceful, unless angered or threatened. He sticks to his own codes and lives expecting to die and counts each day's survival a blessing.
History: His vision slowly came back, his body acched and was heavy. It screamed as he tried to move. "One of the lucky ones he is." Auron heard. "He passed the rite. Begin the training." Normally one would be allowed rest after a dramatic experience such as the rite, but not Bttlemages.
He trained for twelve years, along side few who had also passed, starting at the age of eight. He was trained to combine the abilities of magic with that of melee combat. A sacred position, few hold it. It was at age thirteen he participated in his first battle. He was tasked to take out a group of theives harrassing a small settlement. He was the only Bttlemage attached to a squad of soldiers.
"Can you beleive we get stuck with babysitting this brat?" One soldier said to his buddy.
"Bite your tounge." Snapped the older soldier. "Do you know what he is?" The other remained silent. "He's a Battlemage. He'd rip your head off without even touching you if he wanted." Auron just remained silent, intent on completing the task.
~
It was early morning they reached their destination. Auron stood amongst the soldiers, creating mist to mask their approach. When the shroud was casted he drew his swordstaff, the orange jewel at the end sparked to life at it's master's touch. "Move out." He heard the command and they moved toward the bandit camp. He was the first one in and stuck his balde into the first bandit he saw.
~
Swords clashed and shields were splintered as they fought. Auron thrust the bottom of his staff toward a charging bandit, stricking his enemy with a bolt of lightning. Twirling his staff with skilled percision he blocked strikes and slashed at enemys.
"Die whelp!" Auron was kicked in the head hard and knocked away. The blow woke him from a trance he had entered. Looking around he saw that most of the soldiers he was with slain, or dying. Touching his forhead he felt blood. With his right index finger he used the blood to draw on his left unarmored forearm.
Auron's eyes glowed red. "Burn." The same seal he drew on his arm appeared below the enemy. Flames shot up and killed all that was left. The older soldier from before, the only other survivor, watched the young warrior fall to his knees and black out.
~
Auron awoke in a village. "'Bout time lad. Some of the people pegged you for dead."
"It takes more than that to take me out." He got out of bed and put his armor on. "My staff?" The soldier handed the Battlemage his weapon. "Where's the closest village?"
"Next village is about four days East." The soldier responded. "What are you going to do now?"
"I'm a Journeyman now. I have to spend the next four years traveling, training, fighting. I took that job to get some money." The soldier tossed Auron a small bag, his payment for the job. "Thank you." And so the Battlemage traveled, anywhere he could go. A soldier for hire when money was low. At age seventeen he returned to his homeland to train under a Master until he was twenty one and passed the test to become a full fledged Battlemage. To this day he travels to continue learning.
Appearance: http://i977.photobucket.com/albums/ae259/eemat1/dragon-age-2-.jpg
watch the link it helps
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jlACgYHtWCI
Valiena Night
Name
Valiena Night
http://content7.flixster.com/poll/74/7445_std.jpg
Age
314
Gender
Female
Race
Vampire
Sexuality
Bisexual
She finds it simpler to charm her victims when trying to feed from them. She sees real love as a weakness and thus has never sought it.
Weapons/Strengths
http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MUf6T4VzPw/SpofkaO58CI/AAAAAAAALls/wOwh7OHH_LE/s400/warcraft-cruel-barb-sword-papercraft.jpg
She has a the abillity to cast illusion magic, allowing things to appear differently or seem real. She can also try and magically charm others into feeling differently towards her. E.G. Safe, angry or even lustrous towards her. Her magic is more effective at night than in shadows during the day.
Although a woman and not of a strong build, Valiena's vampiric blood gives her extra strength to the point she can beat most able bodied men. She can also sprout a pair of leathery black wings during the night.
Weaknesses
Sunlight, although will not kill her instantly, will make her considerably weaker if her skin is exposed and eventually prove fatal. She also cannot use magic in direct sunlight. Garlic, Silver, Holy/Blessed Items. Magically enchanted weapons and arrows.
Personality
Although many associate vampires with cold, evil beings, Valiena is not always so. She can be caring and friendly to others and is often sympathetic to those she feeds from, making her feel guilty of the deed. At other times, however, she can be a real bitch. If she doesn't like someone she'll soon let them know it and she will sometimes just fly off and leave someone, no-matter how important they are just to get away from them. Despite this, she has a real trouble with love. She hates the feeling of affection, believing it makes her weak and thus she tries her hardest not to admit it.
History
Born in one of the outer villages of the human kingdom long ago, Valiena was once the very image of innocence. As a girl she had long, golden hair and pale skin, a smooth face and a brilliant smile. He parents worked the village tavern and all was well. She was in her late teens when the vampire visited her bedroom. The vampire's heart was twisted and evil, and in an attempt to mock the kingdom he chose it's purest maiden to turn. When the time comes, the vampire intends to make Valiena his bride.
Until then, she has been learning to survive. Ashamed of what she had become and afraid of letting her parents know, she fled. Her appearance changed, even her attire became darker and less colourful, and her pure heart started to give way to darker traits. She will often move from village to village doing her best to feed off of livestock. The hunger for human blood, however, will often take control, and she can spend hours toying with her prey when she is in this state.
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Krom Bloodhowl
Name: Krom Bloodhowl
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Werewolfe
Sexuality: Straight
Weapons/Strengths: melee combat, swordplay, axe combat, brawling, enhanced senses, greater strength, greater agility, minor regeneration, weapons negate weak to medium Frost and Dark magics, can Change at night
http://www.dbkcustomswords.com/images/blog/BJK/AlbionAtlantean/AlbionAtlanteanBKA1152.jpg
http://www.games-workshop.com/MEDIA_CustomProductCatalog/m270337a_P7Mb3.jpg
Weaknesses: Silver Weaponry, Wolfsbaine, all magics excluding Frost and Dark, foolhardiness, Shadow Pain (from his wounds suffered at the Axe of Morkai), cannot resist the desire to Change under the light of a Full Moon, ranged combat, cannot use magic beyond his weapon enchantments.
Personality: Krom is the kind of man who means every single thing he says. He takes every compliment and insult to heart, having grown up knowing to put his money where his mouth was. To speak out of turn could mean lashing or death. Krom walks with is back straight and his head high. He desires nothing more than to build a mighty Saga for himself, so that when he passes to the halls of his Ancestors, he will be remembered in tales and songs. For this, he is more than eager to fight powerful foes and be the first in to the fray, and the last to leave. Taught to know no fear and to be stubborn as the immortal mountains.
History: Born to warrior class Clansfolk in the Red Moon Clan, Krom was born under the Eye of Morkai; the Full Moon. Being a pure-blood Werewolfe, Krom was chosen at birth to be a soldier, a Reaver, and a Slayer. Trained in the art of the kill as a child, as only the most physically fit of the Werewolfe may. It was both an honor and a curse. Raised by a stiff hand and harsh whip, Krom gained a tough skin and his stalwart resistance to pain.
As a young teen, Krom sailed with the adults on the longboats, diving deep in to the dark abyss of the cold seas and lakes to find suitable game for his kin to eat. On one such occasion, his boat was attacked by a mighty sea serpent. The great kraken smashed the boat to splinters and swallowed Krom whole. While slipping down the serpents gullet, Krom pulled out his longknife and cut his way through muscle, sinew, veins, and tendons to the freedom of the frigid sea. Krom then clasped on to a piece of wrecked drift wood and floated his way back to shore.
Upon his return to his Clan, Krom had the Deed Name of Bloodhowl bestowed upon him, for some children fishing said that they heard a man roar like the mighty Morkai himself. The boys found the man that made the mighty howl and returned Krom to the Clan. For his progression in to adulthood, Krom had bestowed upon him a mighty blade forged deep within the glacial mountains by the dwarves, in forge fires colder that the bottom of the northern seas. The runes on the blade keep the weapon frigid as the touch as well as protect the wielder from any magic using frost or ice.
When Krom progressed in to his early twenties, he began to lead campaigns against the rivaling Clans to secure more land and resources for his Clan's growing population. Many died by his hand, but many were also spared. Great heroes are known for their mercy just as much as their might.
There was one particular Werewolfe Clan Krom warred against - the Deathwolf Clan - that proved to be a most difficult adversary. Though they resorted to the more cowardly tactics of assassinations and magic, they were also Weres, therefore they were stellar combatants. In the thick of the combat, Krom came face to face with the Chieftain, a grizzled and war-seasoned man named Kjorn Scareye. Kjorn was a known name all across the territories, known for his cruelty and his accursed axe, the Axe of Morkai. Legend says that the blackish-red blade is made from the malice of the two-headed wolf god himself. The blades clashed and the metallic drones rang over the battlefields in eerie drones.
Scareye's wicked axe bit deep in to Krom's flesh time and time again, bleeding the young warrior heavily. Young Krom started to falter as the blood drained from him. In a desperate assault, Krom managed to literally disarm his opponent, then lopped the haggard old man's head clean off. As a trophy, Krom claimed the dark-souled axe for himself. Though the spirit of the weapon did not like Krom at first, the young Slayer soon learned how to block out the nighmares and ignore the pain that the accursed wounds still plague him with on occasion.
Appearance: http://www.conanmovieblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/momo-glare-fix.jpg
http://film-book.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/conan-2011-first-official-photo-james-momoa.jpg
Werewolfe Self (http://wolflsi.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d2nv9x)
Master Nelar
Name: Master Nelar
Age: 46
Gender:female
Race: Mage/ Puppet Master
Sexuality: Straight
Weapons/Strengths:Weapons consist of a simple long sword and enchanted flute that turns people into her puppets but only works for a short time on strong minded people.
Weaknesses: Fire and break the flute break her magic until she can make a new one.
Personality: She is wise beyond her years but a little stuffy. Being a Puppet master takes being stuffy so you don't miss a single detail in making her minions everything must be right or the whole thing could turn against you the minute you put life to it
History: Her family has always been in the Floating City her Grandfather even runs the Puppet Master Mage collage training others in the subtle art of the Mastery of animate and inanimate objects with flutes. She rose up to the master rank and is now one of the most prominent teachers of the Puppet Master Discipline. Right now she's traveling trying to establish interest in the dying art.
Appearance: Avge height and body nice curves and short brown hair with silver streaks. She's usually dressed in a blue and red vest with match pants and simple brown boots she has a solid black leather belt where she hangs her sword, flute, and other accessories she needs in her travels.
Background:
A mysterious world full of magic and the races divided into their own territories and countries. Nothing to fear about as they were all civil until the demons appeared. They pillaged villages and raped women with their distorted bodies. Everyone ran in fright, and so the bottom continent was now theirs. But the top continent which was fruitful and pleasant is now in war, against the other.
Plot:
The human King Marthe, now almost turning 1,000 years old, wants Griphun's character with others to venture to the demon's lair and bring back a chest that was rightfully his. Along the way, his character meets mine and others to help him with his adventure. He also has to go to each place and recruit a soldier. (Can be an NPC).
Sidenote: We have the full plot written out, but we can have a majority vote to either use it or not. But it is pretty nice.. if I must say so myself.
Behind plot:
King Marthe had a lover when he was 142 years old, which became one of his Queen's later on his in life. Her name was Catherine Morgana, and he shared his secret of being young with her... the water of life. They reigned together for decades until he was 278 years old. (Every one hundred years the King had to sip at the water to survive.) Catherine ordered an assassin to kill her lover for she was hunger for the throne. Failing in doing so, the assassin was tortured until he told who was behind the scheme, the Queen. Being banished with a little of her belongings and stolen goods, she went to the edge of the world on the bottom continent to deal with the demons. They made her their Queen... Chaos Queen. Catherine now wants revenge.
How many people:
I would say 3-4
You will need to be committed!
Races:
Forgot to add
Be original with your race, can be anything. But don't make your own mythical being. I don't have the maps uploaded yet so I'm just going to list the territories on it. Human, Elf, Fairy, Mages, Nymphs, Pixies, Dwarves, Elementals(Fire, Earth, Water, Air), Werewolf, Vampire.
Name:
Age: Don't be a 20 old Master Mage....
Gender:
Race:
Sexuality: Be mature.
Weapons/Strengths:
Weaknesses: Don't be invincible
Personality:
History:
Appearance: No Mary/Gary Sue characters! Everyone has flaws!
Map:
Mura
We don't have names for each place... Because we didn't get that far for our book P: but we can come up with names. Also I re-wrote into Arial font for you don't see my retched bubbly handwriting.
http://i998.photobucket.com/albums/af102/chewbaccabear/scan0015.jpg?t=1283999056
http://i998.photobucket.com/albums/af102/chewbaccabear/scan0014.jpg?t=1283998581
Question to all people who are participating. Go by our plot or... attempt to make our own?
McKyle Strendle
Name:McKyle Strendle
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Sexuality: Straight
Weapons/Strengths:Two-handed Mace/ with bombs made from his Alchemy Shop
http://i903.photobucket.com/albums/ac238/Liquidous/consecratedMace_article.jpg
Weaknesses: Any weapon, any element
Personality: Growing up with his father, an Alchemist, he is very reclusive. After his father was murdered by the roaming Orcish tribes, he grew bitter. He lives alone in the rebuilt his father's workshop. He now practices Alchemy, avoiding it as a child, he felt like he needed to pick up the tradeskill.
History: (See personality) In his recent years he works mercenary work. Creating new potions and powders, he sells to the king. When the king noticed his knack for Alchemy, he came to his door and recruited him for the army. During his career as a soldier, he had strange visions. Visions of a dark place, a black hole, and a witch of great power. Telling the king this he has been assigned to go to the abyss and scout out what the matter is. Now he is dedicated to his new job, and will do anything to finish the job. The story will continue.
Appearance: McKyle is built. he isn't very tall, and he isn't short. He wears a brown sleeveless vest, with a dirty white shirt under it. He wears brown torn pants, with a rope used as a belt, with his fathers old boots on his feet. His face is dark and gruff, with a long scar down the left side of his face, usually has a hood over his head, and a bald head.
Picture link here!
http://www.destructoid.com/elephant/...-468x-ward.jpg
Arianna Jacobson
Arianna Jacobson
(Elandanai - Arrowbreeze)
http://i998.photobucket.com/albums/af102/chewbaccabear/tenderness_by_Himmlich.jpg?t=1284339677
elf ears (http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs40/f/2009/011/6/3/elf_by_Himmlich.jpg)
copper/golden eyes. (http://i375.photobucket.com/albums/oo197/Jazzy_Jaz_01/gold-eye.jpg)
wings (http://www.the-avariel.com/joomla/images/stories/avariel/gencon2005_avariel_elf.jpg)
Wings are unbound against her body, they spread widely to a couple feet. Arianna wears tan and dark brown baggy peasant clothes so it is easier to hide her wings.
Age:
Appears 28 (211 years old)
Gender:
Female
Race:
Avariel/Sun Faery (Doesn't know yet.)
Sexuality:
Straight
Weapons/Strengths:
Glass hair clip (http://cosmetic-candy.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/hair-clip-1.jpg) that transforms into a bow with no string. Is able to produce bright yellow arrows from her hands when she imagines to pull back an arrow. She had the hair clip on her since birth.
Weaknesses:
Dark magic, close combat, physical combat.
Personality:
Reserved and careful of her surroundings and loves to be in the open air and if she is inside for some time, she gets claustrophobic. When she gets to know a person, Arianna becomes quite nice but will never turn her back on any person.
History:
Crying loudly when she was a baby, Arianna was found by an elder women who nutured her into childhood and early teenager years. The woman was named Jona Jacobson and was 46 when she died. She was raised to having her feathered wings strapped at her back so everyone thought she was a human. But having the house to herself, she was forced to travel and was picked up by a caring soldier who was mesmerized by her odd eyes. Attempting to train her to defend herself since she was 18, Arianna learned how to use a bow for she failed at close combat with swords. But as a battle near the village came, the soldier who took care of her, died in the fight and so Arianna traveled again. From then on, Arianna could live by herself and didn't let anyone get close to her. Even in the 200+ years she had lived, she was careful not to get close to human preserves and stayed in the Elvin land north of the Human Kingdom. When Arianna was in her double digits, she had wavy midnight black hair, but now it has turned silvery white and bone straight. But ever since now, she has been getting dreams of a mysterious woman in the darkness wanting her to go to the bottom continent and help her with evil deeds or of the like.
Extra:
A background check on Avariel is here. (http://www.candlekeep.com/library/articles/avariel.htm)
Family Past:
A woman Avariel who was familiar in the village and married fell in love with a male Sun Faerie. Getting pregnant from the Faerie, she was banished and so despised the baby which was inside her and when the woman gave birth, she almost killed Arianna but looked into her eyes and set her down near a human house. Letting her be found and raised for she couldn't look into that Half-Faerie face.
Anton Destang/Andronochuss(Andy)
((Both of these guys are together, by the way. MasterxDisciple.)
Name: Anton Destang
Age: 34
Sex: Male
Race: Elf
Appearance:
http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g236/Darius234/hielo_429.jpg
Personality:
Anton is a fool-hardy and arrogant Elf of only thirty-four years. When he was old enough to walk he did so, walking right out of his village and exposing himself to the northern ice. His families were Northern Elves, and thrived in the cold environment of the frozen tundra. He contains an icy edge on his voice when speaking, and speaks sharp as an icicle. Although when someone is able to melt past his exterior shell and get to his core, he is a loyal friend, and would kill for anyone in need of help.
Abilities:
Being from the frozen north, Anton is resistant to ice-based attacks. He can reform water into ice and manipulate the crystals at his will. His sword, Diamond, acts as an amplifier for his ice-based magic. The sword itself is a frame of metal with ice sitting in between the steel lines. Anton uses this in combat by reforming the ice within, widening the blade, or using the ice as a ranged attack. Seeing as how the blade is mostly frozen water, it is actually quite light, and Anton is able to wield it with one hand effectively. He practiced his swordsmanship constantly while he lived in the wilderness, and has come up with both unique offensive and defensive skills that meld with his ice-based power.
Background:
Born in the age of war and turmoil, Anton decided early as a youngster that he needed to get the hell out of the confinements of his home and out into the world. Secondly, he wanted to learn more about himself. The Destang clan followed strict rules, one of them being that the practice of magic was forbidden. He was an Elf! This was ridiculous. His ideas swirled in his mind and finally came up with a solution.
Escape.
He waited until his twelfth winter to get out of the place. He had secretly been honing his skills away from his family, experimenting with the glaciers and tundra to refine his basic ice control. He had realized early on that a focusing tool was needed badly to amplify his control, and thus, stole a spoon from his family's kitchen. It was the dead of night when he left the hut, spoon in hand. The village elder was sitting by a fire, his eyes trained on Anton, his mouth curling up into a chortle.
"So there, little Anton. You've finally decided, have you?" the Elder inquired, tapping his fingers on his knees in a patient rhythm.
Anton looked the Elder up and down, then stashed the spoon into his pocket.
"I know you've been practicing that magic. I knew you'd be doing this one day, you know. When you were born, it was during the worst snowstorm of our village's history. I swear, it ripped apart five huts as if it were nothing... but the hut your baby self was all wrapped up in next to your mother; untouched. In fact, the hut was perfect. Hehe!" the Elder continued, getting up as the creak of his old bones echoed across the camp.
The Elder reached into his pocket and pulled out a roll of parchment, wrapped in a light blue piece of twine. He stuffed it into Anton's chest, winking.
"That right there is the treasure of our clan. There's no use keeping it hidden anymore, and you might just be the only one who can use it nowadays, y'know. Our clan's magic is weakening thanks to that rule, but your magic seems to be just as strong as the Founders. With times as they are, it's only a matter of weeks until the war finds our peaceful home. I'll tell your mother you fell off the cliff while poking around, boy. Go make yourself a name." the Elder finished, patting Anton on the shoulder.
Anton watched the Elder leave in absolute bewilderment. It was accepted that he was leaving? Ridiculous. But why question the works? He just got freedom given to him on a plate, along with a map to some sort of clan heirloom! And the boy left, trotting quickly away at the age of twelve.
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Name: Andronochuss (Andy)
Gender: Prefers the Male appearance.
Age: He's existed since sin, but he stopped counting about fifty years after he was bound to the land. He hasn’t been able to shift back into his humanoid form in a while, but the form usually looks to be at a prime age for a human. Perhaps in the 30s.
Race: Demon
Skills/Abilities: Andy has many things at his disposal. As a demon, it’s taken for granted that he has the ability to spread pestilence and death in human communities, as well as the power to allure young female humans into his grasp. Andronochuss was originally one of the Demon Kings, summoned to this realm from the land below to perform some menial task, a mass-murder of an entire city. That took him a mere few hours, but when he returned to claim the soul of his contractor, a holy chain of precious metals was lassoed around his neck. This sealed his power instantly, since depending on the rank of demon, the more effective the weaknesses are.
Strengths: Swordsmanship, archery, magic.
Weaknesses: Precious metals. Examples of these would be silver, gold, platinum, and palladium. Chains made of these metals linked together seals his power and his body. A dagger made of silver stabbed through his heart would kill him on the spot, but because of certain things a demon can do, his heart is in a separate location than his body.
Personality: Andy is not a typical demon. He does not really care about the whole “evil” look. Personally, he believes in doing the right thing… for the right price. He is a slave of a deal. The contractor makes the contract with him and he accepts the terms, whatever they may be, as long as the contractor pays up in the end. Though when he doesn’t receive payment, he gets quite nasty, and takes more than what was bargained for by force. That being, he hates betrayal. Being a Demon King, he is unique in these aspects from other demons. He’s powerful enough to afford to be different and not hear the murmuring of his lower ranked brethren behind his back.
Now, for the ladies… Oh, he’s for the ladies.
Appearance:
Animal Form
http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g236/Darius234/anime_wolf_fullbody-1.jpg
Humanoid Form (minus ears and tail)
http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g236/Darius234/hunkalicious.jpg
True Demon Form
http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g236/Darius234/dark-warrior.jpg
He has no weapons and gains none in the rp. If the situation demands, he'll just pocket a weapon from someone he just killed and use it. The scythe his True Demon form has is formed from his tails, and he may only go into that form when his contractor wishes it so. A very large emphasis on the "wish" part. Where great power is attained, there is always a place where it is taken. The contractor.
Background:
Seriously?
He was stuck on the end of a chain again, in the middle of a freezing damn cold cave, and the only eventful thing he got the stare at was the ice SOMETIMES letting down a drop of water... which got turned to ice immediately thereafter. Absolutely positively epic in entertainment purposes.
His two snow-white wolf paws came up and covered his eyes, a large wolfy sigh echoing around the cave. A big silver collar was around his neck, six silver threads extending from the circlet to embed themselves into the ice cave's wall. Some Elf had promised to contract with him in this cave and led him in, where he saw this big piece of metal shaped like a sword, but more like the frame of a sword. The next thing he knew, a silver collar had been secured around his neck and strings were attached. Oh, he had eaten the Elf. He had been in proximity to do it all. He'd been digesting the bastard for decades and centuries. What's time? Jeez.
He felt the ice shift suddenly.
His crimson eyes scanned the cave and saw the ice part like the riptide of a wave on the ocean, and in stepped an Elf that looked to be around his eighteenth year of age. A young one. They were less crunchy.
The demon wolf stood up, facing off against the Elf. He was quite sure what to expect, though he didn't have the power to deal with someone who could part ice as if it were simply air. The silver was negating his unholy energy. The fact the shiny trinket was blessed, that was worse. But wait.
In the Elf's hand was a... spoon.
"OH SHIT! HE'S GONNA EAT ME!" Andronochuss' eyes widened in surprise and dramatic irony.
The Elf stepped forward, spoon in hand, his eyes trained on that sword frame embedded in the ice behind the wolf. Though, two of his silver threads were connected to that sword.
Andronochuss sat on his haunches and brought a paw up to lick it, one eye gazing upon the young elf.
"Might as well sell myself..."
The wolf cleared his throat in a noble manner and looked upon the elf with both eyes.
"Welcome, young one, to this humble ice cave. What pray tell are you trying for?"
The Elf looked at the wolf with a surprised face, then realized he looked ridiculous, and calmed down.
"I, uh... came for the Diamond Dust Edge?" the young Elf stammered.
The wolf looked behind him and sighed.
"You mean this thing behind me? I'd let you take it for sure, it's a sore thing to look at. But there's a problem, you see..." the wolf said, shaking his neck so the silver threads would shake, showing two were connected to the sword.
"You see, I come with it. There's a thing with demons, when we're connected to an instrument of destruction, we're bound to it. So if you want this Diamond Dust thingy, you'll also have to want me. And make a contract."
"D-d-d-demon?" the young elf stuttered, taking a step back. The spoon erupted in a cascade of snow as the magic drifted slowly to the floor of the cave. Andronochuss raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, a demon. I am Andronochuss, Demon King of Pride. I'll reserve my other titles. They're of little use to demonstrate authority when you're lashed down like a dog. Now, to make a contract, this is what you do..."
Time passed by and the two eventually got out of the cave, Andronochuss with his newfound owner, Anton Destang.
Auron
Name: Auron
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Mage
Sexuality: Straight
Weapons/Strengths: http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd233/Pucca_13/Weapons/The_Twin_Blades.jpg
and the weapon in the appearance pic
Along with a variety of spells he casts by drawing seals in his own blood and regular casting
Weaknesses: Over use of magic causes him extreme fatigue and often losses consciousness in the worst situations.
Personality: He is a ruthless killer on the battlefield. Auron knows what must be done and sets out to do it in the most effective manner he can think of. It his his skill that quickly earns him respect and fear. But outside of combat he is quite laid back and peaceful, unless angered or threatened. He sticks to his own codes and lives expecting to die and counts each day's survival a blessing.
History: His vision slowly came back, his body acched and was heavy. It screamed as he tried to move. "One of the lucky ones he is." Auron heard. "He passed the rite. Begin the training." Normally one would be allowed rest after a dramatic experience such as the rite, but not Bttlemages.
He trained for twelve years, along side few who had also passed, starting at the age of eight. He was trained to combine the abilities of magic with that of melee combat. A sacred position, few hold it. It was at age thirteen he participated in his first battle. He was tasked to take out a group of theives harrassing a small settlement. He was the only Bttlemage attached to a squad of soldiers.
"Can you beleive we get stuck with babysitting this brat?" One soldier said to his buddy.
"Bite your tounge." Snapped the older soldier. "Do you know what he is?" The other remained silent. "He's a Battlemage. He'd rip your head off without even touching you if he wanted." Auron just remained silent, intent on completing the task.
~
It was early morning they reached their destination. Auron stood amongst the soldiers, creating mist to mask their approach. When the shroud was casted he drew his swordstaff, the orange jewel at the end sparked to life at it's master's touch. "Move out." He heard the command and they moved toward the bandit camp. He was the first one in and stuck his balde into the first bandit he saw.
~
Swords clashed and shields were splintered as they fought. Auron thrust the bottom of his staff toward a charging bandit, stricking his enemy with a bolt of lightning. Twirling his staff with skilled percision he blocked strikes and slashed at enemys.
"Die whelp!" Auron was kicked in the head hard and knocked away. The blow woke him from a trance he had entered. Looking around he saw that most of the soldiers he was with slain, or dying. Touching his forhead he felt blood. With his right index finger he used the blood to draw on his left unarmored forearm.
Auron's eyes glowed red. "Burn." The same seal he drew on his arm appeared below the enemy. Flames shot up and killed all that was left. The older soldier from before, the only other survivor, watched the young warrior fall to his knees and black out.
~
Auron awoke in a village. "'Bout time lad. Some of the people pegged you for dead."
"It takes more than that to take me out." He got out of bed and put his armor on. "My staff?" The soldier handed the Battlemage his weapon. "Where's the closest village?"
"Next village is about four days East." The soldier responded. "What are you going to do now?"
"I'm a Journeyman now. I have to spend the next four years traveling, training, fighting. I took that job to get some money." The soldier tossed Auron a small bag, his payment for the job. "Thank you." And so the Battlemage traveled, anywhere he could go. A soldier for hire when money was low. At age seventeen he returned to his homeland to train under a Master until he was twenty one and passed the test to become a full fledged Battlemage. To this day he travels to continue learning.
Appearance: http://i977.photobucket.com/albums/ae259/eemat1/dragon-age-2-.jpg
watch the link it helps
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jlACgYHtWCI
Valiena Night
Name
Valiena Night
http://content7.flixster.com/poll/74/7445_std.jpg
Age
314
Gender
Female
Race
Vampire
Sexuality
Bisexual
She finds it simpler to charm her victims when trying to feed from them. She sees real love as a weakness and thus has never sought it.
Weapons/Strengths
http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MUf6T4VzPw/SpofkaO58CI/AAAAAAAALls/wOwh7OHH_LE/s400/warcraft-cruel-barb-sword-papercraft.jpg
She has a the abillity to cast illusion magic, allowing things to appear differently or seem real. She can also try and magically charm others into feeling differently towards her. E.G. Safe, angry or even lustrous towards her. Her magic is more effective at night than in shadows during the day.
Although a woman and not of a strong build, Valiena's vampiric blood gives her extra strength to the point she can beat most able bodied men. She can also sprout a pair of leathery black wings during the night.
Weaknesses
Sunlight, although will not kill her instantly, will make her considerably weaker if her skin is exposed and eventually prove fatal. She also cannot use magic in direct sunlight. Garlic, Silver, Holy/Blessed Items. Magically enchanted weapons and arrows.
Personality
Although many associate vampires with cold, evil beings, Valiena is not always so. She can be caring and friendly to others and is often sympathetic to those she feeds from, making her feel guilty of the deed. At other times, however, she can be a real bitch. If she doesn't like someone she'll soon let them know it and she will sometimes just fly off and leave someone, no-matter how important they are just to get away from them. Despite this, she has a real trouble with love. She hates the feeling of affection, believing it makes her weak and thus she tries her hardest not to admit it.
History
Born in one of the outer villages of the human kingdom long ago, Valiena was once the very image of innocence. As a girl she had long, golden hair and pale skin, a smooth face and a brilliant smile. He parents worked the village tavern and all was well. She was in her late teens when the vampire visited her bedroom. The vampire's heart was twisted and evil, and in an attempt to mock the kingdom he chose it's purest maiden to turn. When the time comes, the vampire intends to make Valiena his bride.
Until then, she has been learning to survive. Ashamed of what she had become and afraid of letting her parents know, she fled. Her appearance changed, even her attire became darker and less colourful, and her pure heart started to give way to darker traits. She will often move from village to village doing her best to feed off of livestock. The hunger for human blood, however, will often take control, and she can spend hours toying with her prey when she is in this state.
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Krom Bloodhowl
Name: Krom Bloodhowl
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Werewolfe
Sexuality: Straight
Weapons/Strengths: melee combat, swordplay, axe combat, brawling, enhanced senses, greater strength, greater agility, minor regeneration, weapons negate weak to medium Frost and Dark magics, can Change at night
http://www.dbkcustomswords.com/images/blog/BJK/AlbionAtlantean/AlbionAtlanteanBKA1152.jpg
http://www.games-workshop.com/MEDIA_CustomProductCatalog/m270337a_P7Mb3.jpg
Weaknesses: Silver Weaponry, Wolfsbaine, all magics excluding Frost and Dark, foolhardiness, Shadow Pain (from his wounds suffered at the Axe of Morkai), cannot resist the desire to Change under the light of a Full Moon, ranged combat, cannot use magic beyond his weapon enchantments.
Personality: Krom is the kind of man who means every single thing he says. He takes every compliment and insult to heart, having grown up knowing to put his money where his mouth was. To speak out of turn could mean lashing or death. Krom walks with is back straight and his head high. He desires nothing more than to build a mighty Saga for himself, so that when he passes to the halls of his Ancestors, he will be remembered in tales and songs. For this, he is more than eager to fight powerful foes and be the first in to the fray, and the last to leave. Taught to know no fear and to be stubborn as the immortal mountains.
History: Born to warrior class Clansfolk in the Red Moon Clan, Krom was born under the Eye of Morkai; the Full Moon. Being a pure-blood Werewolfe, Krom was chosen at birth to be a soldier, a Reaver, and a Slayer. Trained in the art of the kill as a child, as only the most physically fit of the Werewolfe may. It was both an honor and a curse. Raised by a stiff hand and harsh whip, Krom gained a tough skin and his stalwart resistance to pain.
As a young teen, Krom sailed with the adults on the longboats, diving deep in to the dark abyss of the cold seas and lakes to find suitable game for his kin to eat. On one such occasion, his boat was attacked by a mighty sea serpent. The great kraken smashed the boat to splinters and swallowed Krom whole. While slipping down the serpents gullet, Krom pulled out his longknife and cut his way through muscle, sinew, veins, and tendons to the freedom of the frigid sea. Krom then clasped on to a piece of wrecked drift wood and floated his way back to shore.
Upon his return to his Clan, Krom had the Deed Name of Bloodhowl bestowed upon him, for some children fishing said that they heard a man roar like the mighty Morkai himself. The boys found the man that made the mighty howl and returned Krom to the Clan. For his progression in to adulthood, Krom had bestowed upon him a mighty blade forged deep within the glacial mountains by the dwarves, in forge fires colder that the bottom of the northern seas. The runes on the blade keep the weapon frigid as the touch as well as protect the wielder from any magic using frost or ice.
When Krom progressed in to his early twenties, he began to lead campaigns against the rivaling Clans to secure more land and resources for his Clan's growing population. Many died by his hand, but many were also spared. Great heroes are known for their mercy just as much as their might.
There was one particular Werewolfe Clan Krom warred against - the Deathwolf Clan - that proved to be a most difficult adversary. Though they resorted to the more cowardly tactics of assassinations and magic, they were also Weres, therefore they were stellar combatants. In the thick of the combat, Krom came face to face with the Chieftain, a grizzled and war-seasoned man named Kjorn Scareye. Kjorn was a known name all across the territories, known for his cruelty and his accursed axe, the Axe of Morkai. Legend says that the blackish-red blade is made from the malice of the two-headed wolf god himself. The blades clashed and the metallic drones rang over the battlefields in eerie drones.
Scareye's wicked axe bit deep in to Krom's flesh time and time again, bleeding the young warrior heavily. Young Krom started to falter as the blood drained from him. In a desperate assault, Krom managed to literally disarm his opponent, then lopped the haggard old man's head clean off. As a trophy, Krom claimed the dark-souled axe for himself. Though the spirit of the weapon did not like Krom at first, the young Slayer soon learned how to block out the nighmares and ignore the pain that the accursed wounds still plague him with on occasion.
Appearance: http://www.conanmovieblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/momo-glare-fix.jpg
http://film-book.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/conan-2011-first-official-photo-james-momoa.jpg
Werewolfe Self (http://wolflsi.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d2nv9x)
Master Nelar
Name: Master Nelar
Age: 46
Gender:female
Race: Mage/ Puppet Master
Sexuality: Straight
Weapons/Strengths:Weapons consist of a simple long sword and enchanted flute that turns people into her puppets but only works for a short time on strong minded people.
Weaknesses: Fire and break the flute break her magic until she can make a new one.
Personality: She is wise beyond her years but a little stuffy. Being a Puppet master takes being stuffy so you don't miss a single detail in making her minions everything must be right or the whole thing could turn against you the minute you put life to it
History: Her family has always been in the Floating City her Grandfather even runs the Puppet Master Mage collage training others in the subtle art of the Mastery of animate and inanimate objects with flutes. She rose up to the master rank and is now one of the most prominent teachers of the Puppet Master Discipline. Right now she's traveling trying to establish interest in the dying art.
Appearance: Avge height and body nice curves and short brown hair with silver streaks. She's usually dressed in a blue and red vest with match pants and simple brown boots she has a solid black leather belt where she hangs her sword, flute, and other accessories she needs in her travels.
Background:
A mysterious world full of magic and the races divided into their own territories and countries. Nothing to fear about as they were all civil until the demons appeared. They pillaged villages and raped women with their distorted bodies. Everyone ran in fright, and so the bottom continent was now theirs. But the top continent which was fruitful and pleasant is now in war, against the other.
Plot:
The human King Marthe, now almost turning 1,000 years old, wants Griphun's character with others to venture to the demon's lair and bring back a chest that was rightfully his. Along the way, his character meets mine and others to help him with his adventure. He also has to go to each place and recruit a soldier. (Can be an NPC).
Sidenote: We have the full plot written out, but we can have a majority vote to either use it or not. But it is pretty nice.. if I must say so myself.
Behind plot:
King Marthe had a lover when he was 142 years old, which became one of his Queen's later on his in life. Her name was Catherine Morgana, and he shared his secret of being young with her... the water of life. They reigned together for decades until he was 278 years old. (Every one hundred years the King had to sip at the water to survive.) Catherine ordered an assassin to kill her lover for she was hunger for the throne. Failing in doing so, the assassin was tortured until he told who was behind the scheme, the Queen. Being banished with a little of her belongings and stolen goods, she went to the edge of the world on the bottom continent to deal with the demons. They made her their Queen... Chaos Queen. Catherine now wants revenge.
How many people:
I would say 3-4
You will need to be committed!
Races:
Forgot to add
Be original with your race, can be anything. But don't make your own mythical being. I don't have the maps uploaded yet so I'm just going to list the territories on it. Human, Elf, Fairy, Mages, Nymphs, Pixies, Dwarves, Elementals(Fire, Earth, Water, Air), Werewolf, Vampire.
Name:
Age: Don't be a 20 old Master Mage....
Gender:
Race:
Sexuality: Be mature.
Weapons/Strengths:
Weaknesses: Don't be invincible
Personality:
History:
Appearance: No Mary/Gary Sue characters! Everyone has flaws!
Map:
Mura
We don't have names for each place... Because we didn't get that far for our book P: but we can come up with names. Also I re-wrote into Arial font for you don't see my retched bubbly handwriting.
http://i998.photobucket.com/albums/af102/chewbaccabear/scan0015.jpg?t=1283999056
http://i998.photobucket.com/albums/af102/chewbaccabear/scan0014.jpg?t=1283998581
Question to all people who are participating. Go by our plot or... attempt to make our own?