[M] Sanctuary: As Daylight Dies (OOC)

[RedKayne]

This is rated M for blood and gore, heavy violence, language, nudity, sexual content, dark sexual themes, and contradiction of religious beliefs that may be considered blasphemy outside of creative context.


Link to the IC (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=75124&p=2583769&viewfull=1#post2583769)



Sanctuary

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“And so it was told, and was renown by many.
That three eyes watched constant, on the dried field of the lost gods.
And five enemies of hell, sprout from the hearts of the most holy, for dark is lusting for light.
What is to become of us lords? What is to become of our world?"

Requiem 2:5-8

The Church has taught us that the darkness of a human's heart caused the Fall of Man.

It is the same darkness that caused our monarchs to rebel against our God, bringing doom upon the world.

It is the same darkness that created the Firsts of the Scourge Beasts. The Beasts that terrorized our people, slaughtering countless of innocent lives.

It is the same darkness that turned our saviors into tyrants. It corrupted the mighty Templars into power-hungry maniacs, and they were savage animals that needed to be controlled.

The Church formed within the city of Sanctuary to battle against this darkness, and also to renew a strong relationship with our almighty God.

That was many aeons ago, and the darkness now pollutes the Church itself. Corruption runs deep within the walls of humanity's last bastion city, and sin has become rampant among its denizens.

The darkness is rising. You can feel it, can't you? It looms in the horizon, and the Scourge is making its return. However, the deadliest threat may be within the city itself, and this overwhelming darkness may tear us apart from the inside-out.






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Ancient Era: The time period before the Fall of Man. There are very few history records from this era, but the Church teaches us that we prospered in peace at this age. We held a harmonious relationship with our Lord, and that we praised His name proudly and loudly. Kings and queens ruled the land with benevolence, until a few of them began to hear whispers of ancient darkness. These five monarchs were corrupted, and their minds twisted from their former selves. They planned to rebel against God, using forbidden powers to breach His inner sanctum and attempt to usurp His throne. However, their planned failed miserable, and were cast out and brought doom upon the world. For their treacherous crime, God punished them, and the rest of humanity, by turning them into the Firsts of the Scourge Beasts, grotesque and twisted creatures of nightmares.

Aeon of Chaos: The First Plague began, and the Firsts created armies of the Scourge Beasts; the bloodthirsty vampire, the deadly wendigo, the poisonous lamia, the savage werewolf, and the horrifying arachne. The Scourge invaded great cities and small towns alike, razing them down to the ground and slaughtering countless innocent lives. Those that managed to survive the initial onslaughts were often infected by the Scourge, and soon turned into the abominations and reinforced their armies. Hope was fading fast, and humanity was pushed into the brink of extinction. Only one city stood before the massive armies of the Plague; and this last bastion of humankind was called Sanctuary.

Aeon of Genesis: The new age began when humanity actually began to fight back. During the darkest hours of mankind, and when nearly all hope was lost, God gave us one final blessing and gave us strength. The mighty Templars appeared, humans with extraordinary abilities turned the tides of battle, and left countless corpses of the monsters behind their wake. These Templars - these brave Warriors of God - stood against the darkness and pushed back the malevolent forces. Finally, the monsters were cornered, and nearly all of them were destroyed by the might of the Templars. The remnants of the Scourge were forced to return back to the dark holes in the Plaguelands from whence they came. Peace was returned, and humankind celebrated their victory. However, it was short-lived. The very people that they called heroes of their time - the Templars - were soon tyrants that antagonized their lives. Many people lived in fear under the watch of the Templars.

Aeon of Divines: Finally, enough was enough. The people revolted against the Templars, and instilled a new ruler. Divine King Enaris I formed the Church, an organization to control the Templars and bring back the faith in God. The Church worked towards restoring the faith in the people, to bring back their God - whom they believed that abandoned them ever since the First Plague. Their prayers were answered, and Enaris I became the beacon of life, as he could directly hear the Voice of God. He listened to the wise words of God, and came to a realization. Power can corrupt the greatest of men.... and absolute power corrupts absolutely. The Divine King chose two others to share his power, and formed the Divine Trinity. Enaris’s wife, Sophita, became the first Divine Lady. Enaris’s best friend, Orion, became The Most Noble and the trusted royal adviser. These Divines ruled firmly, but were respected and loved by all. The Divines ruled with great strength for the following centuries. The city of Sanctuary thrived with prosperity, and the towns within the Borderfields flourished under the command of the Trinity.

Aeon of Decay: The peace was shattered when the monsters returned, and the Second Plague began. The Scourge came back with great armies, tearing down the newly formed cities and razing the towns of the Borderfields. The Templars were ordered to combat the threat, but they refused. Even though the rest of humanity prospered, the Templars were leashed like dogs, and were treated like animals. They saw no point in saving the people that caused them great pain. After suffering more casualties, the Church finally decided to reform their treatment towards the Templars and the Order itself. The Templar Order marched straight into the battlefield, combating the monsters. There were still massive losses of life on both sides, but the Templars managed to prevail and pushed back the monsters into the Plaguelands. From there, they could do no more. Assaults into the Plaguelands only caused more strife, and the monsters had the advantage in their territory to cut down the Templars. The Order was forced to retreat back into Sanctuary, but a temporary sense of peace was created. The monsters stayed back in the Plaguelands, wary of attacking the humans once more after their second great loss. There were only occasional attacks on random towns, but no further invasions.

However, after the war, the wrong people managed to rise into power within the Church. The citizens were still afraid of a looming monster threat, and corrupt politicians took advantage of their fear. A new Divine King was elected, Sylas IV, and a change began that will still affect today’s world. Powerful addictive drugs were created, job labor was exploited, and poverty ran rampant within the great city of Sanctuary. The people were powerless, and those who resisted change met overwhelming challenges. They couldn’t go against the Church’s rule - the Divine’s orders, because to go against them would to go against God. Mankind still vividly remembered the last time they rebelled against their Creator, and that lead to the creation of the Scourge Beasts.

Aeon of Inferno: Many people had hoped and believed that once Sylas IV’s rule ended, prosperity would return. However, the newly elected Divines only continued their predecessor’s commands, simply stating that this is what God wanted for his people - and that they will be a great price if they rebel. Decades passed, and the suffering of the civilians continued. Most had to devote their lives to the church, essentially sacrificing their rights of freedom in order to have a solid chance of gaining a successful job. Those that didn’t join the Church either lived in poverty or moved out and into the Borderfields, where they were vulnerable to monster attacks. This age was filled with quiet curses and moans of pain, but even those whispers ended.

A great fire suddenly broke out through the lands, devouring the forests and towns of Borderfields. The monsters have returned, and this time with a vengeance. The Third Plague began, and the dark forces became a scourge to the lands, and their armies bolstered with countless numbers. The Templars were sent to battle them, but this war was different. The Templars were losing the battle, and the Scourge was pushing further and further towards the city of Sanctuary. The armies of the Scourge never seemed to end, and the Templars could only do so much with a limited force.

However, a prisoner of war managed to escape the monster’s clutches in the Plaguelands, and revealed invaluable information to make a powerful counterattack into their forbidden territory. The prisoner of war lead the troops to that dark zone, leading them directly to the monster lairs. They wiped out countless numbers of the Beasts, and the Scourge forces invading the Borderfields soon fell out without any further reinforcements.

The Templars cut down the rest of the monster army. They slain so many, that many people actually believed that the monster threat was finally vanquished once and for all. The former prisoner of war became a hero to the city of Sanctuary, and was soon elected as the new Divine King. The prisoner of war took on the mantle as Divine King Mathias IX, and his reign brought stability to his city.

Aeon of Daylight: The sixth century came, and the age of Daylight began. It is the 16th year of the Aeon of Daylight, and prosperity is still a long ways to go, for corruption runs deep within the political ranks. However, many people have hope that their new beloved Divine King will bring the change that they so long desired. Many people that light has finally triumphed over the darkness, and only a bright future awaits them.






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Mathias rules over Sanctuary with an iron fist, and has kept its stability throughout the years. He created the Pilgrimage shortly after taking the throne. The Pilgrimage is an orchestrated movement of gathering the elderly, the sick, and those deemed "useless" in society. A Masked Inquisitor escorts these people out of Sanctuary and transfers them somewhere out in the Borderfields. Nobody knows exactly where they go, but many consider the Pilgrimage as a death sentence because these people will now be vulnerable to the claws of the monsters. However, the Pilgrimage has remained successful because it prevents overpopulation in the city, and food and other supplies continue to be plentiful and distributed fairly.

As the Divine King, Mathias personally hears the Voice of God and relays His message to the people. Overall, he has more power than both the Divine Lady and the Most Noble. However, the rest of the Divine Trinity keeps his power in check and ensures he does not abuse it. New Divine Kings are chosen when one either retires from old age, or passes away.




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Mathias appointed a minor noble as his Divine Lady, Camilla Ellendra. As the Divine Lady, Camilla is the second-in-command over Sanctuary, and has more power than the Most Noble. Camilla is the youngest Divine Lady to grace the city of Sanctuary, and many people view the innocent young woman as a shining beacon of light within the corrupt city. However, many rumors surround her rise to power, and many of these rumors are malevolent or scandalous in nature. But nevertheless, these are only rumors and no more. However, despite Camilla's purity and innocence, a dark past constantly haunts the young woman's heart.





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Mathias appointed the brilliant scientist, the Most Noble Elijah Letharos, as the royal adviser. Elijah has been the key to many victories over the monsters, because his anatomical research of the monsters has proven invaluable to the Templars. His own thirst for knowledge knows no bounds, but his ultimate goal is to bring the utmost prosperity to his beloved nation. He cares deeply about his city and the towns of the Borderfields, and is willing to do anything to ensure their prosperity.






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Archon Amelia Denaris is one of the two highest ranked members of the Church echelon, only right below the Divine Trinity. Archon Denaris commands the Templar Order, becoming the bridge between the military forces and the civilian world. Despite never having been a Templar, she is loyal to their cause. She plans battle strategies with the Inquisitors, and also aids them in whatever political struggles they have. However, she is no stranger to corruption. She managed her way through the ranks via the arts of seductions and false promises. Many people are thus wary of her cunning and deceitful ways.




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Archon Balthazar Hills leads the Priest Order of the church. He oversees the civilian jobs of the city, making sure it runs smoothly. He cares little for the affairs of the Templars, seeing them nothing more as barbarians... even his own nephew, Isaac. Balthazar's political agenda is to disband the Templar Order, seeing that they are no longer valuable to the Church. The rise of King Mathias and his role in the Third Plague proves that.



The Templars are the warriors of the Church, and defend humankind from the Scourge. They wield incredible abilities to fight back the Beasts, and are highly skilled in combat. There are five different Templar classes, each with a unique set of abilities. They will be detailed further below.

To become a Templar, one must be of age (at least 18) to join the militants. New recruits go through training at the town of Zion. After training is completed, the militants are given the choice to either select a job (bodyguard, town guardsman, city law enforcement), or attempt the strenuous and life-threatening field test to become a Templar. Nobody knows what happens to the militant during the field test, because the militants are taken to an unknown location and suffer from memory loss over the entire process. Apparently, only a third of the militants survive the test and complete it, along with gaining the abilities of a Templar warrior. Many believe that the Templars are stripped of their memories to ensure that no hopeful militants will gain an advantage of knowing what kind of challenges await for them during the field test.

The Templar Order is separated into six different squadrons. Each squadron is lead by an Inquisitor, and the Inquisitor's vice-commander is a Senior Templar. The Templar Order has certain military customs to enforce discipline and respect, such as saluting commanding officers when reporting in to them.

Inquisitors work directly under Archon Denaris, coordinating missions and the political process with her. The Inquisitors are known as master monster slayers, and are the strongest of Templars. They are practically walking whirlwinds in the battlefield, easily slaying countless amounts of monsters. There are many ways to become an Inquisitor; either through manipulating the political system, gaining support of the entire Templar Order, etc.)

Unfortunately, since the Templar life is so dangerous, many rarely see the light of day after serving for about 15 years. However, despite the dangerous lifestyle, many are proud to serve and to be chosen as the Warriors of God. Across the backs of all Templar armor is their special insignia (http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/jde327/Christian%20Images/Cross_dark-bluebackground.jpg), a symbol of strength and faith.


Ordinary citizens can become priests when they become of age (18). They will go through months of intense theology schooling, before being deemed as priests. Lately, Priests are more known to have political roles than mentor roles, often using their power for corrupt means. It is mandatory for them to teach sermons once a week, but they use their powers to get away with most minor crimes - bribery, stealing, assaults.

One can become minister either through eight years of experience, or gaining a considerable amount of political influence via challenging feat. Ex: If one raises a highly successful fund drive for the poor, they can become a minister. A priest can also become a minister by means of blackmail. A minister has more political influence than a priest, and are placed in leadership positions of directing priests and even small businesses. They are generally more wealthy compared to the common people, but not compared to those living in the royal sector.

Bishops are welcomed to the royal sector of the city. Money, sex, and power usually drives most bishops and their political schemes. They are masters of the political system, and often able to control businesses, the local law enforcement, and have strong connections with the Assassin’s Guild and the Templar Order. They have the power to vote for a new successor for the Divine King when the time comes.

Archons are appointed by the Divine King, after receiving recommendations from both the Divine Lady and the Most Noble.





Crusader


Enhanced Strength - Crusaders have about twice the strength of a regular human, and are able to challenge brutal monsters such as the lycan
Enhanced Smell - Crusaders are able to focus their sense of smell for purposes such as identification or scouting
Dermal Armor - Crusaders have natural thick skin, which acts almost like a hardened shell. They will receive injuries, but they will not be debilitating as they should be. Ex: Vampire slashes a crusader’s arm, but he only receives shallow cuts.


Knight


Rapid Regeneration - Knights are able to heal their wounds quickly. If they receive minor injuries, it takes short minutes to completely heal over. If they receive major injuries, they take longer to heal, but will eventually fully recover in a quick amount of time.
Enhanced Sight - Knights are able to focus their vision, able to see things from afar or identify small details up close
Hyperkinesis - Knights are able to perfectly synchronize their thoughts and actions, allowing them to possess better aim, balance, reaction speed, and other motor skills.


Chevalier


Web Formation - Chevaliers are able to form web through spit, and are able to create traps to slow down or even capture enemies.
Camouflage - Chevaliers can easily blend into their backgrounds, almost becoming impossible to see due to their near-invisibility. They must remain completely still in order to utilize their camouflage ability. This ability is normally useful for spying others, or as a last resort in battle to escape with one's life.
Enhanced Stealth - Chevaliers are easily able to sneak around with silent footsteps and quiet movement.


Blackguard


Poison Generation - A blackguard’s blood is poisonous to many living organisms and so they can use their own blood as a weapon. Oftentimes, they would prepare vials of blood before heading out on their missions and coat their weapons with the blood. Their blood is often acidic, and can easily melt through flesh. Their saliva is also poisonous, but to a lesser extent because it acts more as a numbing agent.
Scale Armor - Blackguards can temporarily turn their skin into hardened scales, acting as a powerful armor for a short limited time. Oftentimes used as a last resort, or to escape from battle in order to find safety.
Seismic Sense - The user is able to pick up even the vibrations through physical contact with the ground, enabling them to perceive their surroundings almost as precisely as normal sight. Users are able to sense the structure and materials of solid substances, including the presence of caves, material changes, structural weaknesses, etc.


Paladin


Enhanced Speed - Paladins are nearly twice as fast as a normal human, and can run at incredible speed. They are capable of reacting fast as well, but not nearly as quickly compared to the knights.
Enhanced Hearing - Paladins are able to focus their sense of hearing, able to hear from far distances or listen to quiet whispers.
Sound Mimicry - Paladins are able to copy the voice of another living creature, whether its another human’s voice or a beast’s war cry. This can be useful to trick others or bait monsters into a trap.






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This RP takes place in the continent of Enaria, named after the first and the greatest of the Divine Kings. Two-thirds of the continents is covered by the Plaguelands, where the Scourge Beasts populate the forbidden territory. Bits and pieces of the Plaguelands are mapped, but nobody dares traverse deeper into the area, in fear for their lives. The other third of the continent is the Borderfields, a barren and arid wasteland populated by about a dozen towns. Ruins also cover the area, reminders of life from the old ages, before the monsters burned these cities and towns down. At the center of the Borderfields, is the last bastion of humankind and the grand city of Sanctuary.



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The architecture of Sanctuary has the style of a dark-Victorian city. Its atmosphere is dark and morbid, especially under the darkness of the night sky. Dozens upon dozens of cathedrals populate the grand city, which gives it a religious air. However, many of these cathedrals have been left unused for many decades, perhaps even centuries. The lower levels of the city are reserved for the slums, the people who reside here are often too poor and resort to unpleasant businesses; which often include drug dealing and prostitution. Many of the houses within the lower district are falling often, and usually uninhabitable. The middle levels of the district are reserved for the typical civilians, oftentimes the families of merchants, priests, ministers, templars, and inquisitors. The civilian area has a very successful marketing district, where one can often shop for food, supplies, clothing, and of course alcohol within the taverns. The higher levels of the city are reserved for the wealthy and the elite, the royal district. The royal district has the most elegant buildings, very beautiful housing and tall cathedrals. At the center of the royal district and the city of Sanctuary itself lies a castle. The castle houses the most wealthy of nobles, several dozens of servants, and the Divine Trinity. A grand ballroom lies in the first floor of the castle, but many area down below and high up in the towers are off-limits.




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A large town relatively close to the city of Sanctuary. It is one of the most protected and prosperous towns of the Borderfields, and has a stable economy. It trades well and often with the mother city, providing essential goods such as food and clothing to Sanctuary's growing population in return for protection from the threat of monsters. It is considered essential to Sanctuary's livelihood because of its prosperous farmland. The people of Jericho are dedicated to Sanctuary and devoted to the Church

Another large town close to Sanctuary, but located at the opposite side of the city from Jerico - a safeguard in case either of the towns falls to the monster threat. The military town houses many young adults from Sanctuary, as they train and prepare for the induction into the Templar Order and other necessary roles. For the town's service, they receive protection and food, the latter of which is vital since the town severely lacks fertile soil to grow crops or raise livestock. The town has a relatively stable economy, and is considered essential for Sanctuary's manpower. The people of Zion are dedicated to Sanctuary and devoted to the church.

A mild trek from Sanctuary, the small town of Hirod is close enough to maintain frequent contact but far enough to make trade and protection more difficult. The town itself has protection, but monster sightings and attacks are not uncommon. The town is situated near a mine, where the bulk of its protection is located. Hirod is the main source of ore for Sanctuary, and provides the grand city ore and gemstone in return for manpower and protection. The town grows and keeps its own produce, but meat is scarce as any bulk of livestock attracts the monsters. Thus, every few weeks upon receiving a shipment of ore, Sanctuary returns the cart and guards to the town along with a shipment of meat. Most of its people hail from Sanctuary and are thus dedicated to it and the Church, but they still have a fair amount of trouble between cave-ins and the occasional monster attack. There is discontent grumblings among the native townspeople about how the city is more concerned about protecting the mines and shipments of ore rather than about the town itself.

Farther still from Sanctuary; communication with the town of Eden is rare, and aid nonexistent. It is a very old town, it was originally built due to its strategic and defensible positioning on an island in the middle of a sizable lake. While the town managed to survive the Aeon of Inferno, its livelihood--the lake--did not. The water was poisoned and the fish - that the townspeople relied upon - died. The town has since met with illness and decay, and much of its population has abandoned it, as has the mother city in all but speech. Its people are cold and hard by necessity, distrusting and bitter by nature, and care little for Sanctuary or the Church that abandoned them. They isolated themselves about twenty years ago, and there have been no reports of its inhabitants moving out. There are also rumors regarding representatives sent there from the city who have mysteriously disappeared. How exactly those remaining in a town with a poor economy survive without outside aid is unknown, but unpleasant rumors abound.


Far to the north from Sanctuary, the town of Malachi is situated at the coast and next to Solomon’s Sea. It is an independent town, and rarely communicates with the city of Sanctuary or other towns of the Borderfields. The town maintains its own produce, and heavily relies upon fish and crustacean captured from the ocean. The people strongly dislike the city of Sanctuary, and especially distrusts the Templars. Many years ago, the Templars were stationed at the town to protect it, but the Templars abused their power by taking advantage of the women over there. The people revolted against the Templars, and killed them in their sleep. Communication has essentially been shut down between the town and Sanctuary. Representatives from the Church are quickly turned away from the town, usually due to harsh threats to their person. Nobody has left the town either ever since the revolt. The Church has abandoned further communication, and left the town on its own. The town still stands, despite no protection from the Church, or trade market with the other towns. In fact, the town remarkably does not suffer from monster attacks. It may be due to the fact that Malachi is quite far from the border of the Plaguelands, but many are skeptical of the town's nature.


An old town that now lies in ruins. It was once a lively and flourishing town, and many templars were once stationed there. However, it was razed down during the horrendous event known as the Massacre of Abel, where a sizeable army of monsters ambushed the town and destroyed everything within. It was considered the central hub of the Borderfields, where the town directed and commanded the trading system of the Borderfields. It would aid in transportation and supplies, such as transporting food and clothing from Jericho to the more distant towns such as Hirod. Once the town fell, the trading system fell apart, along with many other towns soon after. Many people believe that the ruins are haunted by the spirits of the townspeople, but there is no evidence regarding to this superstitious belief.


A town with a small population, and it is several miles east of Jericho. It has a somewhat stable economy, but is often attacked by the monsters due to a closer proximity to the Plaguelands. Sanctuary offers little protection to the town, due to the lack of resources the town can offer. Even though the city barely offers any protection or resources, the people of Judah do not hold ill feelings towards the grand city. Instead, many people wish to move their families to Sanctuary in an attempt to get a better life, but are often unable to because they lack resources or skills. The town has farmland and grows their own crops, but not to the extent of the prosperous Jericho. Many of the young men are guardsmen, and they train physically with aspiring hopes to move to Sanctuary and enlist as militants. The town has an elder system, where its people elect for their new leader through a democratic system. They currently have very strong leadership, as the Elder has been able to successfully trade resources with other towns, while also finding ingenious ways of protection against the monsters.


Evidence of this town only exist in history books. There are reports from the Aeon of Decay that there was a town in the Black Mountains, which is far to the east and near the borders of the Plaguelands. Due to its strategic positioning, the town of Amos built a formidable fortress which withstood against the onslaught of the monsters. Apparently, a young noble lead the town during the Second Plague, but there were rumors of a coup d'etat and an attempt on his life. There is no further information about the reasons of the coup de grace or the result of it. Afterwards, any evidence of the town has nearly vanished in the Black Mountains, with no architecture or bodies to be found. Many representatives that are sent to find the town in the Black Mountains often return empty-handed, are lost in the mountains, or suffer a monster attack due to the close proximity to the Plaguelands


A medium-sized town relatively close proximity from Sanctuary, but farther than Zion and Jericho. The town is situated next to Lake Sophita, where legends say that the first Divine Lady blessed the waters to remain pure for all eternity. The area around the lake has very fertile grounds, and the townsfolk grow several herbs. The purified water and the herbs are transported to the city of Sanctuary, in return for protection and meat. Levi is considered indispensable to alchemists, who pay handsomely for its herbs, both common and exotic. There are many rare herbs that are grown exclusively in Levi. The town has a stable economy, it is protected and prosperous, and is also considered as an essential for Sanctuary’s livelihood.






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The Plaguelands has an unmistakable atmosphere of death. By crossing its borders, one can instantly notice the dead grass, the dark hills and mountains, and a sickly fog. Like the Borderfields, it can be considered a large and desolate wasteland. However, long-lost cities and cathedrals do populate the Plaguelands, but are mostly in ruins. Nobody has ventured deep into the Plaguelands, due to the swarms of monsters which reside in this dark zone. The monsters are known to stay within their own respective territories, and hardly co-mingle with each other.





A monster's bite can infect a human being, which eventually turns them into another monster within 48 hours. Symptoms of a monster's bite often include fever, hallucinations, terrible pain and swelling at the bite mark, and palish skin. Templars are somehow immune to the infection, regardless if they are bitten by a monster. This makes the Templar the ultimate weapon against the Scourge. All of the Beasts share the same vulnerabilities, silver weapons and fire.


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Vampires are deadly and vicious creatures, taking the appearance of a humanoid bat. Their sharp claws can easily tear apart a human being, but it often kills its prey by ripping out their throats with its mandibles and fangs. Vampires are not the strongest or fastest of the monsters, but it is still a high threat with its incredible regeneration ability. Vampires can instantly heal minor wounds, and are almost never crippled by a debilitating injury. The most effective way to kill a vampire is to decapitate the beast, or to strike its black heart.




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Wendigos nearly have a skeletal form, as their grotesque bodies are decayed and decomposed. Despite their appearances, Wendigos are often more intelligent than their fellow monsters. They can trick wandering humans by using their voice mimicry from a distance, often sounding like a person that needs help. By the time the others arrive to help, it is too late and they are caught in the wendigo’s trap. These creatures are absolutely brutal in the battlefield, appearing like a blur with their incredible speed, and then striking with their powerful arms.




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Lamias are creatures of nightmares; their golden-yellow eyes, ghastly green skin, and sharp white fangs will put fear into any man. Poison drips from their fangs, and a bite from a lamia will numb and eventually paralyze the victim, leaving them helpless to be wholly devoured. One must be careful when fighting a lamia, because its blood is also acidic to the touch, and can melt through skin. Metal is fortunately resistant to the blood, and one can be protected by simply wearing armor. Lamia also take advantage of their seismic senses, and can always track down its prey, making it extremely difficult to escape from this monstrosity.




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Lycans are absolutely terrifying beasts, and their bestial roars can instill nightmares into even the bravest of men. Their physical strength matches to that of three men, and they can easily shatter bones and crush metal with a brutal swipe of its claw. They often play with their prey, often enjoying the hunt before making the finishing strike. They entirely devour human beings, leaving nothing but a couple of bones. They are difficult to injure also, due to their tough skin, but they are not impossible to kill. A silver knife to the heart, or an arrow to the brain will put any of these rabid dogs down.




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Arachne are the most deceptive of the monsters, since their top halves retain their humanoid appearances. However, these creatures are still far from humans, and hunt down their prey and devour them. Their bottom halves are composed of powerful spider limbs, where they can travel fast and climb up most surfaces with ease. Their mouths can open up and reveal terrifying mandibles, similar to that of a vampire. Their bodies can naturally camouflage with the background, and can entrap an unaware victim by spitting web from their mouths.





Certain aspects of technology have exceeded in this world, especially in the city of Sanctuary. However, the towns of the Borderfields are rather behind, and do not have the high-tech weaponry or transportation like the grand city does. In Sanctuary, hovercrafts are available mainly for purposes of traveling outside of the city, but they are limited in number and can only hover at most 10 feet. Electricity is available throughout the city, and most towns of the Borderfields as well. Certain aspects of the weaponry is well-advanced, creating unique weapons such as pistol swords. The only firearms available are handguns, but these are expensive and limited. Many Templars rely on crossbows or bows and arrows for range weapons. The Templars typically use medieval weapons with some steampunk elements (pistol swords, grappling hook guns, etc.). They heavily rely upon an alchemy system to aid them in battle, which may involve healing potions, bombs, and oils

Robur - steroid-like substance that increases strength and reflexes (addictive, often used by corrupt Templars who buy from the drug cartel. Frequent users will eventually have their muscles torn apart and thus no longer able to function)

Beatus - psychoactive drug that creates euphoric high and slows senses (highly addictive and causes brain damage, frequent users will experience severe memory losses and chance of mental illness arising)

Dolor - painkiller (frequent users become physically numb)

Leto - intense adrenaline rush (risk of cardiac arrest)

Visis - hallucinogen (addictive and causes brain damage, frequent users will eventually experience hallucinations even without the drug, and thus will no longer be able to discriminate between illusions and reality)


The clothing style of Sanctuary is mainly modern/Gothic Victorian. However, the those hailing from the royal district, and very few civilians, wear elegant dresses and suits on a day-to-day basis. Many people simply could not afford these expensive clothing, and are limited to a more casual style. Civilians often wear simple yet still fashionable clothing (trousers, button-down shirts, leather pants, etc.). However, those from the slums often wear hand-me-downs that are often falling apart, making them nearly unrecognizable to the Victorian-style clothing of Sanctuary. Outside of Sanctuary, the clothing style varies from each town of the Borderfields. Some of the closer towns such as Jericho may mimic Sanctuary's style, while others such as Hirod may wear English Medieval clothing.







Standard RPA rules apply, please do not godmod/metamod/powerplay. These kinds of things are never fun.
Please respect all players. The words of the GM and Co-GMs are law. The Co-GMs are as followed: TheDoctor and TheCatandTheBat
No OOC fighting. Discussions are always welcome, but harshly attacking another person will receive swift and brutal judgment.
Romance and swearing is fine. Just don't take it to the extreme. Don't curse practically every other word. If things get steamy, please do it tastefully (fade-to-black/take it to the PMs if necessary).
All players are required to play as a Templar working within Inquisitor Caleb's squadron. Right now, each player is only allowed one main character. However, if you do desire to play as two main characters, please message me and we can talk about it. I'm usually pretty lenient when hearing out ideas, just please let me know about it first. All players are welcomed to create a couple of minor NPCs, such as priests, militants, or family members.
This RP took a considerable amount of work to create, and to due its ambitious nature, it does demand for quality work. Two paragraphs for each IC post is the recommended minimum, I would like to encourage those that struggle with this to please challenge themselves into creating outstanding posts. This rule is not strict with dialogue exchange, but making a co-post would be incredibly useful. Minor issues with spelling and grammar are perfectly acceptable, but please don't make it unbearable.
When you submit your character, you will be required to make an IC sample of your character. Please remember the previous rule when making this IC sample, but do not let quantity rule over quality. If your RP sample seems lack-lusting, there may be a risk that your character sheet is not accepted into the RP. Remember to stay within lore and be realistic.
If you have trouble creating a post, please ask myself, a co-gm, or another player to help out. We are all in this together. I'm very willing to help out my fellow players, if you have any issues or have any ideas for the RP, just let me know so we can work it out.
I like to finish what I start, so I request to see committed players joining this story and stay until the very end. If you lose interest for any reasons, or if you are unable to continue posting, that's perfectly fine and no hard feelings. I only ask for you to notify myself or the co-gms so that we can appropriately deal with the matter.
Please do not derail the OOC with menial chatter, there will be some important OOC announcements in the future and I don't want people to miss them. You are welcomed to have conversations related to the RP such as coming up with ideas between characters and such, just do not treat this thread as if it is part of Downtown.
So, we are approaching the time of the year when school starts, and thus many high-school/college students will suddenly become less active. I myself am a college student, and I know I will have a busy semester coming up, so there may be times when this RP is slow. So I will ask for patience when the RP does slow down, but still remain dedicated regardless. I myself will still do my best to post 1-2 times a week. That is what I would like to see from everybody else also.
If you are going to be inactive for a certain period of time or unable to make a post for at least a week, please PM/VM myself or a fellow co-gm, or make a notification within the OOC thread. That way, we can continue on with the plot without any hindrances.
This RP will involve a lot of bioware-esque decision making, both on the individual level and on a group level. Think carefully about your decisions, because they will affect the RP world. Be prepared to accept the burden of the consequences for your decisions and actions, even main character deaths.
The final rule and the most important... have fun! Seriously, let your creativity and imagination run wild! Have a freakin' blast!

[RedKayne]

The Characters of Sanctuary





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One of the leaders of the Templar Order, Inquisitor Caleb works directly under the Church. The Inquisitors are master monster-slayers, and Caleb is a legend even amongst the Inquisitors. He has a confirmed kill of over a thousand creatures, and he is not slowing down at all. His legend is widely-known and respected by the people and his fellow Templars, and even the monsters whisper his name in fear. Inquisitor Caleb personally a strong air of confidence around him, and has been serving in the Templar Order for over a decade. He is a Knight and specializes using two-chakrams for battle. He commands a squadron with Senior Templar Isaac Hills as his vice-commander. He often leads his squadron in dangerous missions across the desolate wasteland of the Borderfields.

However, he met his end during an ambush by the Lycan army. A mysterious warrior with Lycan eyes, leading about a hundred werewolves, swiftly killed off the Legendary Monster-Slayer.



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Inquisitor David Alexius and his squadron reside within the military town of Zion, where they train young miliants in a strenuous and challenging boot-training regime. He and his squadron are only called a few missions, mainly because they have to remain focus on training the future warriors and leaders of Sanctuary. He is a Crusader, and specializes with a large two-handed claymore, but he is more known for his intelligence and strategic awareness in battle.

Inquisitor Alexius is responsible for arresting the remnants of Inquisitor Caleb's squadron after they were accused of conspiracy/treachery. He presided as one of the two judges in the following trial.





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Inquisitor Galeth Nolan is a Knight-class warrior and leads his squadron in missions across the Borderfields. They would often scout areas, or serve as protectors for certain towns while monster attacks are on the rampant.





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Inquisitor Esther Cox may be the only female Inquisitor, but only a fool would underestimate her capabilities. She leads her squadron in espionage missions, and many of them are kept a secret even to her fellow Inquisitors. Inquisitor Cox is a Chevalier-class assassin, and often strikes from the shadows with her poisonous daggers.

Inquisitor Cox secretly works for the Assassin's Guild - her rank is similar to that of an Archon in Sanctuary's hierarchy, as she's above the Grand Master statuses. She directly serves beneath the High Lord, but little else is known about the woman other than that she will be in charge of espionage missions for the Guild.




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Inquisitor Luther Darkwood is known for his brutality, and often strikes intimidation into even the bravest of men. He and his squadron lead the law enforcement within the city of Sanctuary, and would often capture criminals and execute them in public. Inquisitor Darkwood serves his class as Blackguard by only enforcing bodyguards to protect the higher-ranking nobles, including the Archons and the Divine Trinity.

Inquisitor Darkwood imprisoned the remnants of Inquisitor Caleb's squadron. He personally interrogated/tortured Templar Gremir, but when he tried to interrogate Iago - the Fool managed to get the best of him and escaped.




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Inquisitor Edmund Lyon is known to be a smooth talker, but may be considered one of the friendlier Inquisitors since he often joins the Templars in their nightly ordeals at the local tavern. Behind his friendly demeanor, Edmund Lyon is like any other Inquisitor: a cold-blooded killer. Inquisitor Lyon specializes in ranged combat, and often uses the bow and arrow, but would occasionally use handguns for his job.



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The Masked Inquisitor's identity is completely unknown, and he is only called upon only a couple of special missions - specifically the ones ordered by the Divine Trinity. He is not considered to be in the Templar Order, nor does he serve under Archon Denaris's commands. He makes very few appearances, but typically escorts the people of the Pilgrimage to their destination. Nobody has seen him battled, but very few would cross paths with him. He carries a strong aura of power, one even that his fellow Inquisitors are hesitant to deal with.






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Senior Templar Stryker is one of the younger Senior Templars in the Order, but she has proven herself to be a prodigy and invaluable to the Order. As a Knight-class warrior, she specializes in speed and agility during combat. Like Inquisitor Alexius, she is known to be a strategist and helps prepare the militant training program.








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Templar Krayton is a loyal follower of the Templar Order. Quiet yet stern, he commands an intimidating presence among his fellow Templars. As a Crusader, he is renowned for his close-range combat skills, and his bravery to charge into the midst of battle. He tends to be a lone wolf, but performs well when placed in a leadership position.

He has been missing ever since the lycan ambush upon Caleb's squadron, it is heavily presumed that he is one of the several casualties.



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Templar Creed is known for her bubbly and optimistic personality. Some may regard her behavior as childish, but she is certainly capable of being a morale booster to the rest of her team. Even though she is a light-hearted person, she puts her all to fulfill the missions of the Templar Order. One must wonder how a sweet and innocent young woman such as this one has yet to be affected by the corrupted, dark world of Sanctuary.

She was revealed to be one of Archon Balthazar's agents and attempted to sabotage Inquisitor Caleb's squadron from the inside-out. However, she was last seen by Iago at the Lycan ambush and can only be presumed dead.



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Templar Aaron Harper is one of the newly initiated Templars for the brand new seventh squadron. He has been extensively trained by Inquisitor Alexius and more than prepared for combat. Even though he has yet to see real-life threatening combat, he is very easy to prove himself.

He was killed in battle when Senior Templar Stryker's team pursued the remnants of Inquisitor Caleb's squadron.








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Argon is the mysterious leader of the Lycans. He lead an army of nearly one-hundred Lycans to ambush Inquisitor Caleb's squadron. He is an extremely powerful warrior, as he easily bested the strongest Templar in combat. He may possibly be a Hybrid between a human and a Scourge Beast, considering that he has the same golden-yellow eyes of a Lycan. Nothing else is known about the man, but obviously he has no good intentions towards the city of Sanctuary or the Templar Order.

It is revealed that Argon is secretly the Masked Inquisitor working with Divine King Mathias.






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Sophita Taylor is a recent graduate of the theology school of Sanctuary, and is one of the newest members of the Priest Order. She only has small tasks so far, and hasn't had too much experience in her new job yet. She mainly takes over as the caretaker for Senior Templar Hill's daughter, Kaitlyn.


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Bishop Auron Maxillion is known to be one of the most powerful members in the city of Sanctuary. He fulfills many roles within the political system, including serving as a judge for templar trials. He is greatly respected by the Priest Order, and even by some members of the Templar Order.






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Isaac Hill's six-year old daughter. She has a striking resemblance of her mother, the late Elena Hills. She still carries an aura of life, despite her missing mother, and she also idealizes her father. She has dreams of becoming a Templar warrior, and becoming a great person like both of her parents.





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A young man who serves the underground organization - the Assasin's Guild. The rank of Grand Master is very similar to the rank of a Templar Inquisitor. Currently - very little is known about him; including his goals, motives, and capability. It is simply known that Grand Master Dalton serves for the High Lord of the Assassin's Guild. He is also responsible for the recruiting missions out in the Borderfields and possibly building an outer "Sanctuary" beyond the city walls.


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Grand Raizel Raizel serves for the mysterious organization and works mainly inside of the city of Sanctuary. He is mainly responsible for training new assassins including Templar Letum. Not too much is known about the older man other than that he's been working as an assassin for a very long time and has close ties with the High Lord. He is also responsible for the sabotage missions and his next goal is to disrupt the Pilgrimage.







Name:


Age:


Gender:


Sexual Orientation:


Class: (Crusader, Knight, Chevalier, Blackguard, Paladin)

Abilities: (Powers respective to chosen class)



Appearance:


Equipment

Casual Clothing:

Armor:

Weapons:


Personality:




History:




RP Sample:






Name: Isaac Hills


Age: 27


Gender: Male


Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual


Class: Crusader

Abilities: Enhanced Strength, Dermal Armor, and Enhanced Smell



Appearance:
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Isaac is a rather tall man, with a muscular frame of 6'1'', and weighing approximately 170 lbs. He has dark brown eyes and a clean-shaven chiseled face which often expresses his handsome features. He has thick and slightly messy dark-brown hair, and his skin is light-bronze..


Equipment

Casual Clothing: Simple long-sleeve button-down shirts (https://cdna.lystit.com/photos/2013/12/09/asos-charcoal-smart-shirt-in-long-sleeve-with-button-down-collar-product-1-15401268-484801080_large_flex.jpeg) with a white tie, and usually light-beige trousers with polished black dress shoes.
Armor: Heavy plate-mail armor (http://i601.photobucket.com/albums/tt96/degobond/Decorated%20images/Fantasy-Warrior-11362.jpg)
Weapons: Pistol-sword (http://i.imgur.com/C0vK6qM.jpg) and metal kite shield (https://adventureaweek.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/08/Drekons-Kite-Shield1-copy.png)



Personality:


Isaac is known to be a calm and collected individual, and rarely loses his temper to anyone. However, he will be quick to express his frustrations to another person, and some people may appreciate his honesty and constructive feedback. He is always a friendly person, and often has a welcoming small smile upon his face. He always strives to be respectful and polite to others; superiors, peers, or subordinates.

As a person placed in a leadership position, Isaac will be decisive and firm. Especially in the battlefield, when his usually pleasant demeanor changes into a more stern and cautious person. He is always willing to place his people above the mission priority, and will do his best to ensure everyone’s safety, even if it means the failure of the mission. As a leader, he will accept the personal responsibility of any decisions and actions he makes. However, he can be very self-critical if he makes a silly mistake, and withdraws into a shell at times.

Behind the Templar warrior, Isaac is also a single father. He absolutely loves his young daughter, because she is the shining star in his life. He will become extremely playful around her, and will leave out any Templar business so that he can completely focus his attention on her. However, there are the rare occasions of Isaac becoming moody, mainly because he still has trouble moving on from his wife, who unfortunately passed away a while back. However, he will always remain strong in his faith, while also doing his best as a father and warrior. Regardless of the obstacles and challenges presented before him, Senior Templar Isaac Hills is not one to back down.


History:


Isaac Hills was born into a royal family bloodline, where they resided and enjoyed themselves in the wealthy sector of Sanctuary. Both of his parents, Sarah and Joseph Hills, were warriors of the Templar Order. However, at the tender young age of six, both of his parents were killed in action during a mission out in the Borderfields. This mission was known as the Massacre of Abel, due to the entire squadron being taken down by the monsters, while the Templars were stationed at the Town of Abel. Balthazar Hills, the Archon of the Priest Order and brother of Sarah Hills, reluctantly raised Isaac due to his late sister’s request in her will. The death of his sister drove Balthazar's hatred to the Templar Order, because they took her away from him. Thus, he made it his ultimate goal to disband them.

Yet, this was an issue for Isaac, who wanted to follow in his parent’s footsteps despite their horrendous deaths. This drove friction between himself and his uncle, especially since Isaac hated the royal lifestyle and the widespread political corruption within. The masquerade balls, the formalities, and all of the superficial ways of the royal sector drove Isaac even further into his ambition of becoming a Templar. Finally, Isaac joined the militants when he became of age, and this was the final straw for his uncle, Balthazar. Archon Hills kicked out Isaac from his household, and the two never spoke ever since. Isaac quickly managed to buy his own small home with his parent’s inheritance, along with the new salary of being a militant.

He quickly proved himself to be an exceptional fighter and leader, and soon joined the Templar Order as a Crusader. He was assigned under the legendary Inquisitor Caleb Bartholomew’s squadron, and Isaac immediately dedicated himself to improve the Order. During the first few missions he had in the Borderfields, he was often working with another new Templar, Elena Ravensire. At first, the two of them did not get along at all. Elena was a loud, fierce, and aggressive woman which caused tension between the quiet, soft, and humble Isaac. However, after working together in a few life-threatening battles, the two of them formed a strong connection and grew to appreciate each other. In fact, the two of them eventually fell in love despite their personality differences, and together raised a little girl, Kaitlyn Hills. An issue arisen though when Isaac continued to show exceptional skills, and was promoted as a Senior Templar. Elena couldn’t stay in the same squadron any along, because she would be in his chain-of-command, which would give the risks of favoritism. Thus, she was transferred to another squadron under the command of Inquisitor David Alexius. However, after being transferred, she went on a mission that she never returned from.

Isaac became depressed over his wife’s death, withdrawing into a shell of his former self. However, he quickly picked up himself back up, because his little daughter gave him strength, and his faith in God became renewed. Inquisitor Caleb also strongly supported Isaac during his dark times, and the two began working closely together as subordinate and superior. Senior Templar Isaac Hills aspired to be like his leader, Inquisitor Caleb, and hopes to make a positive change into the Order itself.


RP Sample:

"I think we needed that," Isaac stated while still breathing heavily, before rolling across the queen-sized bed and laying next to the panting dark-haired woman.

"We did need that," Elena (http://orig06.deviantart.net/a465/f/2013/138/e/1/honor_by_mckadesinsanity-d65o1en.jpg)giggled, before resting her head against Isaac's chest and closing her eyes lightly. Her raver-dark hair spread out across his perspiring skin, and her naked form pressed nicely against his chest. Isaac also chucked in return, before wrapping an arm around her soft figure, laying his hand nicely against her hip. "It has been a long day, hasn't it?" Elena questioned aloud, taking in a deep breath before opening her eyes again.

Isaac nodded slowly, they just got back from guarding a local outpost, making sure none of the Scourge Beasts attacked it. It has been a week-long duty, and Isaac unfortunately saw a couple of his comrades killed in combat. The memory of one of the new recruits... darn it, he couldn't remember his name... the memory of the new recruit getting torn to shreds by the vampire was still fresh in his mind. Piles of flesh scattered, his blood painted the dried and cracked ground, and his screams still echoed loudly. It sent shivers down the Templar's spine.

Elena raised up her right hand, letting her fingers softly dance on Isaac's abdomen. "Isaac..." her voice began slowly, almost hesitant. "Will we share the same fate?"

Her question left the two of them silent for nearly a minute. Isaac knew that the Templar lifestyle was extremely dangerous, and who knows what tomorrow may bring? What could he say to his wife? Will he promise her that the two of them will live happily ever after with their family? Will they grow old and proud of their children, who will be young adults taking charge of their own lives?

Isaac wasn't sure how to exactly answer this, because he didn't want to lie.

"Elena..." he looked down at her, his face slightly stern at first, but then forming a very soft smile. "Elena, I do not know what the future holds, but I will promise you this... I will always be by your side, and I will always protect you. I love you, Elena, and as long as there is breath in me, I will never let anything hurt you."

Elena listened carefully to Isaac's words, before releasing a small sigh of relief from her lips. She lifted herself up, leaning forward and gently brushed her lips against Isaac, glad that he reassured her worried. "Thank you, Isaac," Elena formed a small smile as she pulled away slightly.

"But you failed to protect me..."

Suddenly, tears of blood started to pour down from Elena's eyes, dripping on to Isaac's face. Her neck was suddenly slit, and blood immediately oozed out from the severe wound. "You failed to protect me, Isaac!"

Isaac woke up with a start, sitting up immediately on his bed. He was gasping for air, because he felt like he was suffocating from that nightmare. It took a couple of minutes to calm his breathing, but it wasn't long before a sob could be heard from his bedroom.

"Why..." Isaac slightly shook his head, covering his face with both hands as tears dripped down from his face. "Why was she taken away from me?" The pain in his heart swelled, and he was emotionally breaking down. It has been years since he last felt Elena's lips upon his own, and his missed her dearly. He missed her so much, and it kills him everyday knowing that she is gone forever.

"W-why... God? Why?"


Name: Anna Catriona

Age: 19


Gender: Female


Sexual Orientation: Bisexual


Class: Chevalier

Abilities: Web Formation, Enhanced Stealth, and Camouflage


Appearance:
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Anna Catriona is a young woman with raven-black hair and icy-blue eyes. She has a very slim figure about 5'8'', and weighs approximately 135 lbs. She is extremely pale, nearly snow-white skin color. She has a lean and toned frame after going through militant training, and has a couple of tattoos decorating her body. She has a large black dragon tattoo (http://www.tattoobite.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/japanese-dragon-gothic-tattoo-design.jpg) across her back, including a cross tattoo (http://www.tattoobite.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/gothic-cross-tattoo-art.jpg) along her left arm.



Equipment:

Casual Clothing: Anna knows how to flaunt her body, and wears clothing like a see-through black chiffton top blouse (http://imgs.inkfrog.com/pix/tokyogems/rum1.jpg), tight black leather pants, and fashionable black boots (http://i.ebayimg.com/00/s/MjI1WDE2MQ==/z/jp0AAOSwfcVUDk34/$_35.JPG?set_id=2).
Armor: Studded leather armor with a hood (http://www.medievalcollectibles.com/images/Category/medium/2.png) - often ties her hair into a small ponytail when wearing this
Weaponry: Two combat daggers (http://www.swordsknivesanddaggers.com/swords/swords-elf-warrior-swords-fm-411-c.jpg), and several throwing daggers (http://www.linder.de/pics/products/_zoom/426293_zoom.jpg).



Personality:


Anna Catriona has a rather interesting personality, which often has mixed reception from many people, including her fellow Templar peers. She tends to be blunt, and is not afraid to speak her mind to others. She may come across as callous, because she doesn’t tend to think about others feelings. Also, Anna doesn’t exactly have a filter, and can often say things in a rather crude manner. Some do not welcome Anna's presence, because they would think of her as a shallow human being.

Others may view her as a fun and interesting person, because she is a thrill-seeker. Anna loves to be adventurous, and is more than willing to try out new things. Anna is a young woman with few fears and inhibitions, and is free-spirited because she doesn’t let anyone tie her down. She considers herself a strong and independent woman, and often puts this on as a good front when around others.

However, behind the mask of this so-called strong woman, and is very broken girl. Nightmares of the past constantly haunt her, and she tries to hide from the pain by using short-term pleasures such as sex, drugs, and alcohol. She puts little thought into how much damage she is doing to her body, and only focuses upon her addiction. However, despite her many issues, Anna is trying to become a better person. She owes a great deal to Isaac for saving her life, and so she strives to become a better person and thus a better Templar. This process of self-improvement may seem slow and gradual, but it is there nonetheless.

History:


Anna Catriona was born in the town of Judah, which resides in the Borderfields. She remembered living in terror as a small child, afraid of the nightly monster raids at her town. She saw many deaths back then, until finally her father, Mikael, decided to move his family to Sanctuary in order to find refuge. Mikael hoped to use his merchant skills to find a stabilized life for himself and his family within the grand city, but ran into many difficulties and could only afford a small house in the slums.

As a young teenager, Anna would often stroll around the slums on her lonesome, but met an older teenaged girl named Kalene. The two of them quickly formed a friendship, often just hanging out in a vacant alley. However, Kalene soon became a bad influence and introduced Anna to drugs, including the dangerous Beatus. Eventually, their friendship evolved into something much more intimate, becoming lovers.

After living in the slums for several months, Anna's life forever changed in one single day. Kalene stormed into Anna's house, demanding Anna to follow her. Anna was confused by this demand, but did not hesitate. Anna followed Kalene around for almost an hour, before realizing that her friend was leading her around in a complete circle. Frustrated, Anna asked what were Kalene’s intentions, Kalene revealed to Anna that she was involved with the infamous drug cartel, and she overheard that Mikael got involved with some shady business that went terribly wrong. Kalene took Anna away from her house because she was in danger, and after hearing this, Anna quickly ran back to her home. She only found the fresh corpses of her parents, both of them stabbed viciously by assassins of the drug cartel.

Kalene also disappeared without a trace, most likely because she already risked her own life to save Anna . Kalene couldn’t risk being around Anna without endangering them both from the corruption of the city. Unfortunately, Anna had no one else to turn to, and had to live on her own and find a way of living in the slums. She eventually began to sell her body on the streets, whether its to earn money, gain drugs, or find a place to stay for the night. She became addicted to sex, drugs, and alcohol because it allowed her to escape the darkness of her past and reality itself.

Around her eighteenth birthday, she was walking down the middle of a street at midnight. A man in the shadows immediately assaulted her, attempting to rape her. However, Anna proved to be a fighter and fought back viciously and with great tenacity. After all of this time out on her own, despite the drug and alcohol abuse, Anna became a strong-willed and independent woman. The man was taken aback by Anna's warrior spirit, and quickly made a run for it. However, he was immediately knocked unconscious by a passerby who watched the entire ordeal: Senior Templar Isaac Hills.

Isaac saw the strength within Anna and admired her will to live, and knew that she would be an excellent addition as a Templar. He managed to convince the young woman to enlist in the militants, which changed her life for the better. Eventually, after much hard work, Anna joined the Templar Order as a Blackguard, and worked within Inquisitor Caleb’s squadron. She idealizes Isaac Hills after saving her life from the hellhole in the slums, but she still struggles with issues of addiction.


RP Sample

"BRACE THE WALL!"

The Templar screamed at the Anna, ordering the young woman to press her back against the hallway wall. It is a military custom for the militants-in-training to 'brace the wall' when they are speaking to a superior. In this case, Anna greeted the Templar as she passed by him, but completely forgot to 'brace the wall.' She was unaccustomed to this setting, as this was only the second day when of training. Already, so many have dropped out, including one of Anna's three roommates.

"Yes, sir!" Anna immediately stated out loud, but instantly cursed herself and regretted speaking before thinking.

"What did we tell you yesterday, Militant Catriona!" The Templar screamed even louder, leaning his face forward and yelling right in front of it. Spittle flew from his raging mouth and landed on her face, but she did not flinch.

"That I should not reply to a superior unless I was asked a question, sir!" Anna stated quickly, keeping her eyes caged forward despite the Templar invading her personal space. She would not dare look at him directly in the eyes, she already saw so many other militants torn apart for breaking their 'bearing' by looking around and not keeping their eyes forward.

"You know your information, so get it through your head! Do you understand that?!" The Templar kept on shouting, going on and on about he much she was a disappointment in training. By now, Anna was already quite aware not to take anything personal from these Templars, because they were just testing to see if you would break down from all of the stress.

Anna has been through far worse, and this hot-headed Templar was nothing compared to the struggles she went through.

"Do you understand me, Militant Catriona?!" Finally, the Templar leaned back slightly, his eyes glaring at the young woman.

"Yes, sir!" Anna stated loudly, this time making sure she responded to a question.

"Good," he growled, taking a step back, but watching if she remembered the last thing to do before he was done speaking to her.

It took Anna a second to remember, but quickly managed to recall the correct procedure when one is finished speaking with a commanding officer. "Will that be all, sir?"

"That will be all. Now, get out of my face!" The Templar pointed directly down the hallway and towards her room in the barracks.

"Good evening, sir!" Anna made the appropriate facing movement before rushing down the hallway and towards her room. Finally, she entered it and quickly looked around. None of her remaining roommates were within, so she assumed that they were busy getting yelled at elsewhere.

"Fucking asshole..." Anna muttered under her breath before rolling her eyes, cursing off that one Templar that just yelled at her. If only she was allowed to punch him in the face, but that would probably mean getting kicked out of training. She had no intention of quitting or getting kicked out so far, and was determined to finish it.

"Just wait and see," she turned her head back towards the door. "I'm going to get through this." She would not crack under the pressure, because she wanted to achieve a better life. The only part she worried about this training was getting through without smoking a Beatus, and she will probably go through withdrawal symptoms sooner or later without it. However, she will deal with that issue when the time comes.

Anna Catriona was moving on to bigger and better things, and it was finally time to leave the past behind.





ACCEPTED CHARACTER LIST


Isaac Hills (Crusader) *DECEASED* played by RedKayne (http://role-player.net/forum/member.php?u=34211)(GM)

Anna Catriona (Chevalier) played by RedKayne (http://role-player.net/forum/member.php?u=34211)(GM)

Yelena Renakovic (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=74995&page=6&p=2578873&viewfull=1#post2578873) (Knight) for the TheCatandTheBat (http://role-player.net/forum/member.php?u=40457)(CO-GM)

Jerris Greymir (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=74995&page=8&p=2580140&viewfull=1#post2580140) (Knight) played by TheDoctor (http://role-player.net/forum/member.php?u=15924) (CO-GM)

Kiera Sanford (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=74995&page=3&p=2577990&viewfull=1#post2577990) (Paladin) played by Maya (http://role-player.net/forum/member.php?u=39907)

Selenada Nina Volkov (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=74995&page=11&p=2581309&viewfull=1#post2581309) (Chevalier) played by The Texan Queen (http://role-player.net/forum/member.php?u=30149)

Sophia Adams (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=74995&page=12&p=2581420&viewfull=1#post2581420) (Blackguard) played by ScottishGal (http://role-player.net/forum/member.php?u=38053)

Orfiel the Repenter (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=74995&page=21&p=2583037&viewfull=1#post2583037) (Crusader) played by Sikstaslathalin (http://role-player.net/forum/member.php?u=45)

Letum Alexander (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=74995&page=18&p=2582189&viewfull=1#post2582189) (Paladin) played by Yamimoon (http://role-player.net/forum/member.php?u=601)

Iago Santoro (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=74995&page=11&p=2581343&viewfull=1#post2581343) (Chevalier) played by NinjaOnTheRoof (http://role-player.net/forum/member.php?u=28243)

Trest Valencia (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=74995&page=112&p=2691209&viewfull=1#post2691209) (Crusader) played by Iwazuma (http://role-player.net/forum/member.php?u=36618)




Inactive Character List

Renee Vel Grinz'berg (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=74995&page=19&p=2582253&viewfull=1#post2582253) played by Kris (http://role-player.net/forum/member.php?u=51)

Leona "Leo" Savage (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=74995&page=2&p=2577924&viewfull=1#post2577924) played by LittleLionFire (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=74995&page=2&p=2577924&viewfull=1#post2577924)

Nadia Leviet (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=74995&page=84&p=2625200&viewfull=1#post2625200) (Crusader) played by SanAndreas (http://role-player.net/forum/member.php?u=27600)

Saul Vitraid (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=74995&page=14&p=2581793&viewfull=1#post2581793) (Blackguard) played by AngelWing (http://role-player.net/forum/member.php?u=45183)

Lorelei Sinclair (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=74995&page=69&p=2606383&viewfull=1#post2606383) (Paladin) played by Chihana (http://role-player.net/forum/member.php?u=41450)

Jacen Oliver Grace "Swift" (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=74995&page=153&p=2746656#post2746656) (Knight) played by Sunstrider (http://role-player.net/forum/member.php?u=7119)

Amittay Caesar (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=74995&page=5&p=2578774&viewfull=1#post2578774) (Knight) played by Sonic (http://role-player.net/forum/member.php?u=43626)

Octavious Elijah Warren (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=74995&page=12&p=2581368&viewfull=1#post2581368) (Blackguard) played by Sonic (http://role-player.net/forum/member.php?u=43626)

Marcella Hoefler (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=74995&page=16&p=2581866&viewfull=1#post2581866) (Chevalier) played by Megilwen (http://role-player.net/forum/member.php?u=50692)

Ezra Declan Atticus (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=74995&page=138&p=2714185&viewfull=1#post2714185) (Black) played by Black (http://role-player.net/forum/member.php?u=53929)

Matthew Tannhauser (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=74995&page=6&p=2579403&viewfull=1#post2579403) (Crusader) played by NinjaOnTheRoof (http://role-player.net/forum/member.php?u=28243)

[RedKayne]

Lore of Sanctuary



Potions/Salves:

Potion of Healing - wildly popular among the general public because it is advertised as some kind of miraculous cure-all, though it is nothing of the sort. Nevertheless, given the placebo effect on its consumers, it continues to drain the pockets of the desperate. In truth, while wonderful at helping to stave off common bacterial illnesses due to the presence of herbs such as sage, ginseng, and ginger, it cannot magically cure disease or cancer or psychological ailments. It can, however, help with impotence, and what more could the public want…?

Healing Salve - an herbal ointment consisting primarily of calendula and vinegar applied directly to a wound to clean and promote healing

Potion of Vigor - a potent blood tonic consisting of a variety of herbs including ashwagandha and morinda root which enhance all processes of the body and mind by purifying the consumer’s blood and combating the effects of stress. While incredibly useful during battle, it is dangerous and potentially deadly in excess--a particular problem considering it is habit-forming. One dose stays in the bloodstream for nearly a day, even though the immediate effects for which it is taken cease within half an hour.

Elixir for Blight - a deceptively simple mixture of powdered blue vitriol and water that can be applied to the afflicted appendage in order to treat and cure some fungal and bacterial diseases, such as ringworm

Catseye Elixir - a potent elixir containing high concentrations of bilberry and euphrasia that improves vision, most notably night vision. Its effects last about half an hour depending on the dose. It can cause permanent damage to the retina if used too often. Also, exposure to bright light when the elixir is in effect can cause blindness, so use with caution.

Potion of Detection - created with herbs that improve focus and mental clarity, such as yerba mate, the secret to this potion--which allows the consumer to better detect monsters--is that it is laced with a hint of monster blood. There is a Potion of Detection for each type of monster, each with the respective blood required. That makes this potion dangerous and only to be used at times of the utmost need, as the blood in itself may be poisonous. Usable only by the Templars due to their uncanny affinity for monster hunting.

Berserker Potion - a potent and dangerous potion laced with a small amount of the drug Robur. With an ambitious mixture of herbs that increase adrenaline and testosterone--such as tongkat ali and puncturevine--inhibit the “fight or flight” response, and disrupt pain signals to the brain, this particular brew causes its consumer to enter a berserker state, dealing incredible damage to nearby foes while ignoring injuries taken by them. However, due to the effects it has on the mind, the consumer may be incapable of distinguishing friend from foe while under its influence. Also, there is a considerable risk that just one dose of this potion will permanently alter the mind and cripple the body, or even lead to cardiac arrest and/or death. Thus, this potion is to be used only as a last resort in a time of dire need.


Poisons:

Daemon’s Kiss - a highly toxic and fatal poison created with monkshood concentrate. Typically applied to the weapon of choice, one cut from a poisoned weapon will quickly lead to severe gastrointestinal upset followed by the slowing of the victim’s heart rate to the point of death. Depending on the dose in the bloodstream, death can be slow and terribly painful or very quick. Due to its extremely bitter and unpleasant taste, this poison is difficult to mask in food or drink and is therefore rarely used in such a manner.

Snake Bite - an aptly named poison derived from the venom of the Death Adder. The venom is a neurotoxin causing paralysis and, generally, death by respiratory failure if not treated quickly. Depending on the dosage, death may occur between 6 and 48 hours. A low dosage has a fatality rate of 50% if not treated, but a high dosage is almost always fatal. Treatable with Antivenin, though antivenin is still in a crude stage of development and does not always work as intended.

Torpor - a nonlethal poison made with curare. It is a low concentration used as a temporary paralytic. Ineffective if ingested and only used to poison a weapon, usually a dart or arrow. The victim remains conscious and cognitive, though it is common for the poison to cause some lethargy


Volatile Compounds/Bombs:

Ice Bomb - a potentially lethal compound that instantly freezes living tissue and weakens the structure of inorganic material. Kept in a fragile flask, it is very useful but a pain to transport, not to mention conceivably crippling should the flask break while being carried. Inaccurately labeled a “bomb”, it is most often thrown at the enemy, shattering the flask and covering them in the dangerous liquid, freezing whatever it touches and making it susceptible to shattering. In the case of an accident, there is no treatment for the affected limb; amputation is necessary.

Fire Bomb - a pyrophoric liquid in a fragile, vacuum-sealed flask that will ignite upon contact with air. Burns violently and profusely and is incredibly difficult to extinguish.

Daemon’s Blood - a rather gruesome chemical that might be considered overkill. It is none other than hydrofluoric acid and comes in both liquid and gas forms. The former has many uses other than just dealing death, as it eats through just about anything, but the latter is used (albeit rarely) as a grenade that instantly damages the eyes and lungs--permanently. It is precariously stored in glass flasks lined with wax. Not a favorite, considering the danger it poses to the user, let alone the intended victim. It can also be used as a contact poison so dire that if it touches an area on the body the size of the palm of your hand, it can easily be fatal, leading to multi-organ shutdown and/or cardiac arrest


Oils/Misc:

Holy Fire - a dramatically named yet simple oil that erupts into fierce flames upon ignition. It burns white, thus the name.

Putrid Oil - a horridly rancid oil extracted from fish and animal corpses that can be used to attract monsters. Useful for setting up an ambush. Caution: do not spill on yourself.

Numbing Oil - topical treatment for pain relief. Contains camphor and capsaicin. Decreases swelling and inflammation. Has a warm and tingly sensation. Do not apply to an open wound.




The Church teaches us that an all-powerful being rules this universe: God.

He is a benevolent, omniscient, and omnipotent being. He cares deeply for each and every single of His children. There is a Trinity concept with our ruler, and that He has three different personas: the past, the present, and the future.

He created our world, and gave us life. We lived in paradise, and a harmonious relationship was created between us and our God.

According to the old scholars, the world is built from many layers and dimensions. Some call it the seven filters of heaven and the seven hollows of hell. Whether it holds true or not, our world lies in between these layers, and some would even say we lie at the very center of the universe.

However, our world was threatened by the diabolical beings known as the Daemons. Nobody knows where they came from, or how they came into being. Many of them slaughtered the humans, and the Daemon Lords enslaved the survivors. Rumors have it that these Daemons are born from the darkness of mankind, and are created from the malevolent actions of humans.

The following are details of the Four Daemon Lords.




Valefor, Lord of Deception - the most dangerous of the Daemon Lords. His lies slither into the hearts of the weak-willed, manipulating them to do his bidding. It is rumored that he is the one that deceived the five monarchs into rebelling against God, and thus he may be the true cause of creating the Scourge Beasts.
Belial, Lord of Despair - he peers into a human's heart, easily seeing the darkest depths within. He uses that darkness to strike terror and despair upon his enemies.
Ipos, Lord of Decay - a Daemon that commands all diseases and plagues, crippling the world with his evil.
Astaroth, Lord of Death - the destroyer of all life, and orchestrates the death of every single living being.




In the end, God protected us from these Daemons. In exchange for His salvation, we pledge our undying faith and loyalty to our Lord. God created an army of warrior-angels, and that battled against the Daemons in a holy war. The Daemons were easily conquered by the might of the angels, and eventually they were victorious. The angels sealed away the Daemons in a dark dimension, leaving them locked away for all of eternity within the deepest hollow of earth. The angels themselves soon departed, returning back to the heavens and reuniting with God.

The follow are details of the Archangels of Heaven, that lead the holy war against the Daemons.




Metatron, Aspect of Light - the strongest angel of creation, and is the commander of the holy angel army. He only obeys God, and seeks the destruction of darkness.
Zadkiel, Aspect of Justice - this angel is the vice-commander of the holy army, and a truth-seeker that ensures law and order prevail within the world
Camael, Aspect of Faith - an angel that instills faith and hope unto others, giving them strength to push forward and achieve greatness
Gadriel, Aspect of Kindness - an empathetic ethereal being, he listens to the calls for help from everyone, and is working tirelessly to create a better world
Azrael, Aspect of Courage - an angel's aura instills courage unto those that are struggling, giving them the strength to push forward and achieve greatness
Orfiel, Aspect of Repentance - an angel that is willing to convert even darkest of sinners into the holy warriors of God
Phanuel, Aspect of Wisdom - a nearly omniscient being that aids those that seek the answers to life's many questions




After the holy war, humankind celebrated for many centuries. But in the end... we broke our promise. The dark whispers corrupted our monarchs, turning them into the Firsts of the Scourge Beasts.

Many feared that God abandoned us during the First Plague, but he gave us strength to fight back with the Templars.

Divine King Enaris I was our Lord's Prophet, and listened to the Voice of God and created three religious books. The Book of Requiem, which details the hardship we encounter as the Lord's servants, but that we must remain strong in our faith. The Book of Paean, which verses praise our Lord's everlasting grace. Then, there is the Book of Vision, which foretells the future of our beloved city. Many of these prophecies promise another dark apocalypse if we do no stay true in our path.

We are the Angelians, servants of the one true everlasting God.

We continue to pray, we continue our weekly sermons, we continue to praise our almighty Lord. We continue doing His works, in hopes of a prospering future. Those who fall from God's grace, will only meet the Daemons in the afterlife, forever tortured in the darkest hollow. While those that stay true and holy belong in the highest of heavens, and after life itself, we will be by our King's side in an eternity of peace.



As Daylight Dies (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hne-eJOeZzA) [Everybody Wants to Rule the World - Lorde]
City of Broken Angels (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QB3pxBDZvf4) [Anthem of the Angels - Breaking Benjamin]
The Templar Order (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ocXjr9nPnvg) [We Are - Hollywood Undead]
Legends (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dZEnQogAd8U)[Centuries - Fall Out Boy]
A Father's Love (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XG2usu-el68) [Let It Burn - Red]
Reqiuem of Heroes (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N3QxSAppFLw) [Ashes of Eden - Breaking Benjamin]






Prologue: City of Broken Angels

The Pilgrimage begins once more, and the Templars round-up those deemed useless by society - to be sent away to an unknown destination. The Masked Inquisitor escorted these people, after demolishing a small rebellion by a few militants. Feelings of the Pilgrimage is rather mixed, as many people could see the worth of population control, but many loved ones are lost due to the cruel process.

Inquisitor Caleb's squadron returns to the city of Sanctuary after completing a mission of protecting one of the nearby Borderfields town. Most of the squadron celebrate their return, and prepare to relax for a long week before heading off to their next mission. Many of the Templars are evaluated by their fellow peers, and the best of the best are offered the prestigious position of Senior Templar.

Meanwhile, Inquisitor Caleb is notified of an urgent mission by Archon Denaris. There is a crisis in Hirod, and many townspeople are trapped within the mine. However, a large force of Lycans are razing the lands of the Borderfields, and must be stopped before returning back to the Plaguelands.

The squadron are offered three different choice on how to proceed with the first mission, but the majority decide to save the people of Hirod. They soon depart, unaware of the deadly fates that await them...


Chapter 1: Discords of Treachery

The Templar Squadron organized themselves before the mine of Hirod. From there, they separated into five separate and a few individuals were tested as team leaders. Despite quite a few issues arising, from Arachne traps to tensions between Templars - the squadron was completely successful with their mission. They eliminated all of the Arachne, with the help of the mighty Inquisitor Caleb, and rescued all of the townspeople that were trapped in the mines. The town of Hirod is extremely thankful over the brave efforts of the Templar squadron, and relations between Hirod and Sanctuary will surely strengthen.

That night, many topics were discussed amongst the Templars. Some of them still wished they could have gone after the Lycans, instead of rescuing the citizens of Hirod. Others spoke about the arguments that arose within the mines, but there are also rumors about the Fourth Plague rising.

After the Templars went to sleep, it didn't take long before the night guard sounded the alarm throughout the entire encampment. Apparently, the Lycan horde that have been terrorizing the Borderfields have tracked down the squadron... and their numbers consist of nearly 100 Scourge Beasts. Before the Lycans attacked, a mysterious stranger revealed himself from the shadows of the Lycan pack... apparently in charge of the creatures. He silently challenged the Inquisitor in a one-on-one combat, but unfortunately for the Templars - Inquisitor Caleb met a swift end by the hands of the stranger with the eyes of a Lycan. The stranger then ordered the Lycan army to attack the entire encampment.

Death and destruction ensued throughout the battlefield, and even though the Templars made a valiant stand against the Lycans - several of their own were killed off. Senior Templar Hills - now the acting commander - immediately ordered the squadron to retreat. Their only hope is to run back to the town of Hirod, where they can hopefully bolster their forces and prepare for the inevitable assault by the Lycan army.

Yet, the tragic night was far from over. The Senior Templar took responsibility of ensuring the safety of every single survivor, and by the time he reached the last two - Argon, the mysterious leader of the Lycans, struck a serious blow to the Senior Templar. Isaac, understanding that he would not survive that night, sacrificed his own life to save his fellow Templars - and battled Argon to a bitter end.

Now, the rest of the squadron is regrouping at an abandoned fortress. They are trying to recover from the night before, and still unaware of the death of their beloved commander.

Upon hearing the news, Templar Jerris Greymir took it upon himself to lead the squadron to safety in Zion. However, he neglected to share the information of Isaac's death, so that the squadron will not fall apart even further. However, upon nearly reaching Zion, the Senior Templar's fate was revealed to everyone else - and anarchy briefly reigned upon the squadron.

Very shortly, Inquisitor Alexius - assisted by Senior Templar Stryker - approached Caleb's former squadron. Shockingly, false accusations were thrown to the former squadron - as evidence were shown to the higher-ups, that Isaac's own Templars intended to conspire and kill their leaders in an attempt for power. Obviously, one of the higher-ups of Sanctuary is working with the Lycan-Hybrid, and they were attempting to cover their tracks by branding Caleb's former squadron as traitors.

Half of the squadron chose to surrender to Inquisitor Aleixius, in hopes of finding evidence of the dark figure(s) behind this elaborate betrayal. The other half chose to resist and escaped from Alexius's clutches, with intentions of finding evidence on the Lycan-Hybrid's existence out in the Borderfields.

Jerris's team - those that surrendered - were shortly imprisoned within the dungeons of Sanctuary. Inquisitor Darkwood lead the interrogations/tortutes against the templars - he sent Jerris into the emengency medical ward, but Iago the Fool managed to turn the tables on the Inquisitor and escape from his clutches. After recovering, Jerris shortly escaped from the confines of the medical ward and hunted down the Most Noble Elijah Letharos for answers on the templar conspiracy. However, Elijah tricked into Jerris into drinking a spiked drink and knocked the templar unconscious.

The remaining members of Templar Greymir's team were sent to Archon Denaris. She revealed that she believed the templars and discovered patterns in recent history. A squadron of templars have been completely elimated by Lycans every few years, usually no survivors. Denaris believes that the Hybrid is responsible for all these deaths, but could not find any other evidence to prove his existence.

Meanwhile, Yelena's templars that resisted found themselves in the town of Judah. A couple of the templars attempted to convince the townspeople to defend them against Senior Templar Stryker's pursuing soldiers, but the majority of the team decided against it and soon left the town. Quickly after leaving town, they were ambushed by Styker and her templars. A few members of Yelena's team were killed, and they were eventually overpowered and captured.

However, while Styker's warriors and the captured templars were resting at night - a mysterious group infiltrated the encampment and knocked out Stryker's warriors. They freed the templars and lead them back into the town of Hirod, where the people were more than grateful to provide sanctuary. The mysterious members were revealed to be the underground cartel, the Assassin's Guild, lead by Grand Master Dalton and Inquisitor Cox.

Inquisitor Cox strongarms Yelena's team into working for the Assassin's Guild and their goal of usurping the Divine Trinity. The Assassins are well-aware of the Hybrid and the conspiracies behind the higher positions of Sanctuary, and they intend to root out the corruption and build something anew.

Back in the city of Sanctuary, the trial of the century is hosted and Jerris's team is nearly sentenced to death. However, in a very shocking turn-of-events, the Divine Trinity arrive in the courtroom and Divine King Mathias's announces the innocence of the templars - due to a vision he received from God. The templars are quickly freed and are sent to personally meet with the Divine Trinity within their throne room. The Divine Trinity - Mathias, Camille, and Elijah, seek to make an alliance with the templars to improve the city of Sanctuary, and stop the Hybrid and his Lycan army. The templars still have their doubts on the Divine Trinity's noble intentions, but aid them regardless.

Afterward, Jerris awakens within one of Elijah's secret laboratories. It is revealed that Jerris was one of Elijah's experiments, but then the Most Noble leads Jerris to his most recent experiment - and his ultimate weapon against the Scourge Beasts. The mysterious speciman of the experiment absolutely horrifies Jerris, but he agrees to work with Elijah and whatever cause he has.

Finally, both teams pay their respects for the fallen templars in their respective funerals. Jerris's team attend a grand funeral for their Senior Templar, while Yelena's team set up a pyre and remember the likes of Warren and Vitraid.

War is coming, though, for the city of Sanctuary. One day soon, both the remnants of Isaac's squadron will clash over conflicting goals. Corruption still runs rampant, and the Scourge Beasts still remain a high threat. But the largest threat - the Hybrid - is revealed to be working for the Divine King.

The daylight is dying... and the darkness is coming.






Current Objectives

1. Prologue: City of Broken Angels

Private Templar Time (Free Reign) [Completed]
Send Rankings to Senior Templar Isaac Hills (Instructions (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=74995&page=25&p=2583785&viewfull=1#post2583785)) [Completed]
Formal/Informal Progress Reports [Completed]
The First Decision to Make (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=74995&page=74&p=2613894&viewfull=1#post2613894) [Completed]


2. Chapter 1: Discords of Treachery

Story Mission 1: The Rescue (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=75124&page=8&p=2628435&viewfull=1#post2628435) [Completed]
Story Mission 2: The Inquisitor's Fall (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=75124&page=14&p=2710287&viewfull=1#post2710287) [Completed]
Story Mission 3: Traitors to the Order (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=75124&page=17&p=2748516&viewfull=1#post2748516) [Completed]
Story Mission 4a: The Forsaken's Stand (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=75124&page=22&p=2800348&viewfull=1#post2800348) [Completed]
Story Mission 4b: Trial of the Century (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=75124&page=22&p=2802708&viewfull=1#post2802708) [Completed]
Story Mission 5a: The Assassin's Guild (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=75124&page=27&p=2851650&viewfull=1#post2851650) [Completed]
Story Mission 5b: The Divine Trinity (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=75124&page=28&p=2860776&viewfull=1#post2860776)[Completed]

3. Epilogue: Requiem of Heroes (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=75124&page=31&p=2888937&viewfull=1#post2888937) [Completed]

[TheDoctor]

Hi

[☆Catwoman☆]

Woot woot. Working on my character throughout the day. I'll hopefully have her up by tomorrow. :)

[LittleLionFire]

My gosh, I LOVE this. Will definately join, working on my character as well.

[IronQuill]

I am intrigued. I'll have a CS up soon...ish.

[Woz]

Hey homie this is just me being an asshole I guess, but it may be a better logical segway to describe the knight's reaction times as a sort of hyperkinesis – a more astute synchronicity between one's thoughts and actions.

It's totally possible that I'm just misinterpreting what it really is, but that's kind of how I rationalized the power when I saw it listed.

Anyway, I'm working on a sheet dude ^_^

[Sonic]

I'm working on my character right now. Can't wait to join.

[RedKayne]

Hey homie this is just me being an asshole I guess, but it may be a better logical segway to describe the knight's reaction times as a sort of hyperkinesis – a more astute synchronicity between one's thoughts and actions.

It's totally possible that I'm just misinterpreting what it really is, but that's kind of how I rationalized the power when I saw it listed.

Anyway, I'm working on a sheet dude ^_^

I just looked into what you were talking about, this Hyperkinetic trait certainly does sound to be the better way to describe the ability, as it differentiates more between enhanced speed and reflexes.

I'll update the Knight's power with the description, and no worries about being a jerk or anything like that, I do appreciate you helping out :)

[LittleLionFire]

Name: Leona 'Leo' Savage


Age: 22


Gender: Female


Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual


Class: Paladin
Abilities: Enhanced Speed, Enhanced Hearing, Sound mimicry


http://www.presidiacreative.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/digital-art-girls-53.jpg
Standing at 5' 11" Leo, as she likes to be called, has a a curvy figure to her length. Long shapely legs, a medium bust, curvy waist, strong arms, she is 158lbs of pure muscle. She has honed her body to that of a lethal weapon, able to twist into the weirdest positions. She is not as strong as a Crusader, nor as quick in reflex as a Knight, but she has her own quirks. She has many scars all over her back, criss-cross whip slashes, and over her legs, chest, and arms, but she has no scars on her face. Her neck is clean as well. Her hair is short and gold colored, with blond highlights, all natural. She has pale skin and heterochromic eye.
Her right eye is a pure ice blue.
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/b6/98/40/b69840b8a657e2f1e649d0fd9c318f41.jpg
Her left is a deep amber, almost red.
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/88/a3/c1/88a3c1a7570bf0a655f20af98c1b2bc7.jpg



Leo wears clothes that accent her body but she can move in them. She wears leather, for example, the following items. Corets, pants, she also wears fishnet on her legs, and steel toed boots.
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/6a/56/7d/6a567dfd59cba3559f9df494f4a21f33.jpg
http://i.ebayimg.com/t/S-XL-Vintage-Corsage-Damenkorsett-Bustier-Gothic-Steampunk-Neu-/00/s/MTAwMFgxMDAw/z/IhcAAOSwBLlU8Fiw/$_35.JPGhttp://www.medievalcollectibles.com/images/Product/large/RL-21149.pnghttp://thumbs2.ebaystatic.com/d/l225/m/m8FRSqNVz3fAciN22Gs2wqg.jpghttp://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/610VrdSeLbL._UL1500_.jpg
Leo wears the following, leather with gold design on it.
http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii187/silverymage/Trivium/Clothes/1be56badad063017b61dd52e0ec4bc0e.jpg
Daggers are hid all over her person, usually five or six. Then she normally fights with two swords that can be atatchaed at the bases and become one double sided sword.
http://www.knifelegend.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/1/-/1-33__64073.jpg
http://www.trueswords.com/images/prod/TS-GALTWINS.jpg


Personality:
Leona is a silent, cold person. She will not speak to those she does not know, unless she has a reason that calls for it. And that is rare. When she speaks, it is either sarcasm, or something important. She has always been one to act before speaking, so if she does not like you, you will know. She will give a cold shoulder, purposely bump into you, or you will get her stare. It is icey, and unforgiving. A glare that truly frightens the ones without a strong heart or stomach.

She is not one to make friends, but if she sticks to your side and listens to what you say, and if she willingly talks to you on her own outside of training and answering questions, you are someone she will protect. Now, with her life? She values the promise she recieved from her brother higher than whatever you could give, so she will save her life if it is the last thing that can be done. But if she sees no-way in a situation, that everyone will probably die, she will try and save the one she is close to in character.

She is not able to express her feelings easily, her face often stone and unreadable. Though if you can read her eyes, it will tel you everything. She carries her brother wherever she goes, in her heart and in her nickname Leo, for the lion, and in her eyes. The grief if she lets it flood her eyes, will blind you. Dimitri was everything to her, she loved him to the ends of the world. Was it romantic? No-one knows. No one knows about Dimitri. Her history is ancient, something no one knows unless they knew her back then. And she did not make any friends when she was younger so no one would know unless she told them. And that is a secret she keeps well guarded.

The one thing she finds comforting, children and their innocence. She will protect that second to her life, and maybe even before. She loves their little forms, and their laughter and the playful games they play. She will not hesitate to skewer you with her swords if you harm a hair on their head, and has done so in the past but with her hands and not in the Sanctuary.

Leo does not like men who use women, her mother having been used as a sex toy to the Templars in Malachi for a good portion of a year, and so she has a deep hatred of that, and of sex itself, thinking it will only be pain to the female.




According to Leona Savage
The Savage family lived in the city of Malachi, and cared for their own, the family prospering. The Templars were not abundant in their place, and they were able to ignore them for a while. The grandkids were thriving and creating more babies, and while there was not prosperity, there was food on the table and there was a roof over their heads. That was enough. Leona was born, 8th Generation of Savage lines, she was the only born that year, and for the years to come there would be no more Savage babies. The women were too old except for Leona's mother, and no more kids were born. Leaving Leona with only her brother as company, as all the other kids were older than his 9 years.

At age four Leona was already a quiet kid, sullen and cold to those she did not know, sticking close to her elder brother Dimitri. She was never an outgoing child, always sticking close to comfort, which really was only Dimitri. She never smiled around strangers, only very rarely did she smile and that was in the safety of their backyard with Dimitri playing as a dragon and she the warrior come to slay him. She would jump on his back, and he would run her through the yard and they would laugh quietly.

At five years, their mother was raped by a young Templar, and passed around to other Templars, their father unable to do anything.

At six, Leona lost her mother to suicide. Her father became addicted to drugs. And her life became a series of hide and seek games that were not at all fun to play.

Her father becoming a druggie hit hard, as he became aggressive and started to hit Leona. He never touched Dimitri as Dimitri was a force to be reckoned with, all muscled and fifteen, but Leona was just a six year old. When Dimitri went to work, which he had to to keep food on the table for him and his little sis who he called his Little Lion, their father would go and seek out Leona who always hid after she had found out quite a few times what it meant when he would drag her to the basement of their home. Where his fists would pound into her small form, and whips would crack across her back, arms, legs, stomach, and chest when she was older. This never took place in front of Dimitri, and Leona never told because she had a false sense of protectiveness, that if she would, her father would hurt Dimitri.

She managed though, as it never happened every day, but at most four times a week. She loved her brother so much though, that he got her through the tough days where he could feel and see her slipping. Her face became emotionless, he emotions hidden, though no-one can hide the eyes. And her brother was apt at reading her eyes. They moved when she was eleven, able to get out of that house, and they moved to Judah. Now, they knew nothing of it except it was where Dimitri had always wanted to go because he loved the name. Now, they faced the terror that those Monsters in all those stores and tales were actually, trully, real, and terrifying.

And at age eleven, not even three months after they had left Malachi, did her brother go missing. A Lycan tore into the town, and he never came home. Everyone assumes the smiling idiot yet protective boy was dead, but not Leona. She hoped in her heart and being that he kept his promise to her, that before he had left he had said, "See you soon, Little Lion."

Leona, to this day, still waits. In her heart is an eleven year-old who waits, and sits, for her brother Dimitri to come running back and hug her.

Leona grew up fast. She grew into her tall form now, and learned how to throw punches, how to bear beer and alchohol so it does not affect her when she drinks it, and to be able to contort her body into positions to fit into the smallest hiding place, or to avoid the fastest attacks. She learned to fight dirty to win, for winning was the one thing she needed to do to stay alive. She would win, and she would wait. She actively sought out those who would teach a little scarred girl, and badgered them with her presence, yet never said a thing to them. She became the ghost of the town, picking fights she could win but learn, and picking fights she could not win. She never died though, she always ran if needed. She was not afraid to do that, running. She would fight, she would run, or she would win.

She grew to know the word Templar in a different light than just a 'man that uses a woman', and Sanctuary, and she grew to become one who would want to fight as a Templar and protect those who could not protect themselves. And so she joined at the ripe age of eighteen as a Paladin. She has been under the eye of Isaac Hills for two years now, training hard, and waiting for her brother. As she always will.



It was dark, and it was cold. The basement was large, but it seemed small, closing in on all sides of the eight year-old girl who stood chained to the back wall. The loud steps of her father drowned out any other noise, as he stomped down the stairs. Gold and blonde hair fell messily around her face, framing her eyes. Her two different colored eyes. Both stared hard at the figure that was the man who had helped create her, nothing but a cold icy chill in them. Leona was used to this, but it was still cold and the walls still seemed to be squeezing the life out of her. Dimitri was gone for the day, working on the docks, hauling in fish and food for the nights supper he would be cooking when he got home. For her and their druggie of a father. No matter how much Dimitri made, some of it was always gone, no matter where he hid it.

Leona was used to not eating, as she would just throw it up later sometimes, if her wounds did not heal right like they sometimes did. Right now she flinched as the whistle of leather being dragged through the air sounded, and a crack resonated throughout the empty house. A cry echoed after, Leona not being able to hold her voice back, laughter following it, a shocking laughter of a drugged father.

Again and again the whip struck hard skin, scarred so much in layers it created more skin and became like hide on her back. Dimitri was never allowed to see her back naked, even though she did not mind the nakedness, she would never let him in on her secret. She would protect him to the end. Not that the muscley seventeen year old boy needed protection, but it was not wrong for her to think that. She was only an eight year-old after all. She did not know better. She thought she was doing the right thing. So again and again she created a headspace inside her mind, where she escaped and frolicked with Dimitri, playing and laughing like she wished they could do again. Back when she was still around, her sweet sweet mother. The woman who had given the earth Dimitri and Leona. But she was gone. So the whip came down again.

- - - Updated - - -

Whew, done. I hope this is alright, and tell me if anything needs to be changed!

[Megilwen]

Just want to be sure to reserve a spot. Busy with work so don't have time to make a sheet yet.

[Cfavano]

I might join. The weapons we'll be using, do they have to be realistic and pragmatic? Or will the 'rule of cool' apply?

[RedKayne]

@ Doc and Cat: Check it out, its Jaslyn lol

@ Megilwen: Gotcha, can't wait to see your CS 'til then!

@ Cfavano: To answer your question: realistic and pragmatic.

@ LittleLionFire: A lot of things look good so far in your CS, but I mainly have a couple of questions with your character's history. She originated from the town of Malachi, but there has been no mention of any Templars or hate of Templars. To clarify, did she move at the age of 9 or 11? And also, did she move out of town before or after the Templars stationed at town were killed?

Also, Co-GMs, if you see any other issues that need to be addressed for the CS's, feel free to speak up in case if I don't catch it.

[Scottie]

I am not gonna get a CS up tonight. Save me a spot please :3

[LittleLionFire]

@RedKayne
Hm, yeah I forgot to put that part in. I was having it where her family did not care about the Templars, and she never learned abut them until going to Judah. Added that.
And she moved at...age 11.
That would make it 12 years since she left, so how many years ago did the people kill the templars stationed at Malachi?

[LittleLionFire]

Sorry, double post accidentally...

[RedKayne]

@ LittleLionFire: I personally would like to see how Leona's family was affected by the Templars since they have been terrorizing the town, but its not a big deal if you don't change it. This is my fault for not clarifying this before though, but I'll make the Templar's deaths about ten years ago. For reasons I cannot spoil yet, but after the deaths of the Templars, nobody has moved out of Malachi. I will make that update shortly. This allows Leona to still be able to move out without being affected by the planned plot.

Otherwise, everything seems a-okay, and I will add Leo into the accepted character section!

[LittleLionFire]

Okay! That is totally fine! I can actually use the terrorizing and using woman to help mold her mother, and change some of her personality towards hating not Templars but men who use woman, and stuff! Lol.
As well, thanks for letting Leo free to be able to leave before, I appreciate it. Thanks!

[LittleLionFire]

I did not wholly re-write her history, but I added to the first and last part if it, and I added to her personality a bit. I will involve it a bit more when rping her if that is alright.

[Cfavano]

would this be a good weapon I could use?

http://i40.tinypic.com/mhyi6e.jpg

[RedKayne]

@ LittleLionFire: Looks good so far! Lol I can already tell that Leona and Anna will not get along well

@ Cfavano: What character class were you planning on using?

[Cfavano]

Crusader, of course.

[RedKayne]

@ Cfavano: Alright, just wanted to make sure. That will be fine, but just letting you know that weapon will still significantly slow him down regardless of the enhanced strength.

[LittleLionFire]

@RedKayne
Haha, I figured that from reading her sheet the first time, the character in mind would be amost complete opposite of her. Lol. But looking forwards to interacting with your characters, as well as the unmade-inwaiting characters too! Teehee...

[Cfavano]

which is why I will also be using the tower shield:

http://demonssouls.wdfiles.com/local--files/shield/tower-shield-on-hand.jpg

[Maya]

Name: Kiera Sanford


Age: 27


Gender: Female


Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Class: Paladin
Abilities: Enhances Speed, Enhanced Hearing, Mimicry


Appearance:
http://i1081.photobucket.com/albums/j346/ceridstar/warrior_female-1_zpsj4zto5uj.jpg

Equipment

http://i1081.photobucket.com/albums/j346/ceridstar/711iTga5ufL._UY500__zpsmwfjfk8a.jpg


http://i1081.photobucket.com/albums/j346/ceridstar/a1f7641d-4e04-4da2-bce7-eba8759d4557_zpsis5wem0f.jpg

There's not much armor in her arsenal. Mainly a few strategic pieces across the chest, arms and legs. Enough to provide some semblance of protection; but, still allow for ease of movement to maintain a low profile in the terrain when out on assignment.


She always travels with a light bow and quiver of arrows. (see Armor) In addition, a small hunting knife strapped to her right thigh for easy access.



Personality:

She's like the tale of two cities. When not having to work or train, Kiera is fairly laid back, a bit of a tease and easy going. She's known to cheat at cards; yet, denies it even when caught red handed. There's a air of confidence about her. Someone who walks with her head high as if she owns the world, or at least one little part of it. A quality some find appealing and others quite irritating. If need be, she'll push a few buttons to get her opinion across to the powers that be.

During those tense moments when there's a job to do, she'll become eerily quiet, a tad introverted and super focused on what needs to be done. Most find it's best not to even try to crack any jokes or do anything to get in the way of her 'quiet time'. When it's kill or be killed, there's no room for error.


History:

Kiera Leann Sanford was born and raised in Eden. Her father had been a successful builder before the city's lake went bad and all fell into hard times. Afterwards, he'd take any old job someone offered to keep his family afloat working dusk til dawn or longer. Illness weakened his body but a heart attack took his life. Her mother still stayed in a place normal people would consider almost unlivable. Barely a thriving city anymore, the place still hobbled along with nothing short of a death grip on the old ways. Their water fouled..the food sources all but gone. Yet the elders refused to acknowledge the downward spiral of their plight.

Even among each other, they barely trusted anyone. Especially outsiders. Too proud to reach out to the Church, too paranoid to seek any help from Sanctuary. The powers that be would rather their inhabitants sit and rot than dare appear to bow down to another.

Pride goeth before the fall. Kiera's mother saw that drop off getting closer in the distance. People were starving, wasting away and dying. Wouldn't be long before only a few remained. Even the young were suffering. That's why she made the hardest decision of her life to send her baby girl, only six years old, away. Doing so, was the best decision she could have made for the child. Even though she knew, with her daughter's youth, she'd likely not even remember the woman who'd given birth to her.

Once within the city of Sanctuary, Kiera was placed in a children's home of sorts. She was adopted by a loving family who owned a local bakery. By twelve, she was working beside her adoptive mother making fresh made bread, cookies and cakes. While she enjoyed the job, it was never an occupation she wanted to commit her life to. On the very morning of her eighteenth birthday, with her families blessing, Kiera put her name on the list for militant training. A move destined to change her stars altogether.

She didn't expect the training to be easy. Nothing worthwhile ever was. Through all the ups and down, aches and pains and all those times where it would be easier to throw in the towel and give up, Kiera endured. She wanted to be a Templar and do her family proud.

In the process of all of the training, they found her special skills and helped her hone them. Upon completion of the field test, she attained her goal of becoming a Paladin. Baking was now only done for special occasions.


[/QUOTE]"Keep that hood down over your head and your eyes to the ground. Don't draw attention to yourself and talk to no one unless you have to. I've packed two loaves of bread. That's all I had left so eat it sparingly on the way." How much a child so young might comprehend of her requests was unknown. The middle aged woman, named Mary, toyed with her daughter's long, blonde locks almost lovingly before taking some sheers from the dining table, and with great regret, cutting the silken strands off to just below the ears. Feeling it was easier to brush and keep clean during the journey. She'd place those strands of what may be the last reminder of her only child into a wooden box full of other precious momentous collected over time.

The girl, all of six, was entrusted into the care of another family in the town, also making their way to greener pastures in Sanctuary. Their goal..giving their children some chance of a better life. Mary's husband had died only a year before and she barely made enough washing clothes to keep a roof over their heads now. The woman scrounged together every item of value she had means to procure in order to raise the money needed to pay for her daughter's to escape to a better life. Right down to her wedding band, every last cent went to buy her a place on the caravan with other families seeking the same goal. The money went to two guards who guaranteed all would be safely delivered to city gates. From there, fate would handle the rest.

Glancing into the broken mirror hanging on the wall of her mother's room, the girl, much more aware than most for her age, softly whispered. "What if the beasties come? What do I do?"

Pressing a kiss to her forehead, she'd answer honestly. "You run. Run as fast as your feet can carry you and never look back. Promise me that." Many of the people in Eden may not trust the Templar's; but, there was no future here for the young. She recognized that.

"I promise." Those big eyes with the golden hue brimmed with tears once the reality of their situation became more clear.
__

Kiera never saw her mother again. Nor did the so called guards provide safe passage. In fact, they were woefully ill prepared for the sneak attack when passing through a valley on the third night of their journey. The beasts must have been tracking the group until it stopped to allow for rest as the sun set. Under the cover of darkness, the vampires attacked. Some of the travelers knew how to fight them. Most did not. Their screams of terror piercing the night as people scrambled in all directions trying to find a place to hide.

She didn't run. There were so many of the evil beasts circling around, the only thing she could do was squeeze herself between the three barrels used to transport water while hoping none of the bad things could see her. By morning, the few remaining survivors made their way back to the site. A few hours later, perhaps by sheer luck, a group of Templar's arrived as well. Even though her mother would never know it, her daughter, the youngest of the group, did finally make it to Sanctuary.

[TheDoctor]

which is why I will also be using the tower shield:

http://demonssouls.wdfiles.com/local--files/shield/tower-shield-on-hand.jpg

Uh. I don't think so.

Using a giant greatsword of that size plus a tower shield? That probably isn't gonna fly in this RP. It simply isn't realistic.

[Dire Hoef]

Wow... Uhm... There may not be a spot for me...

[Cfavano]

Well, I am stronger than a normal human.

[RedKayne]

Well, I am stronger than a normal human.

He's twice as strong than a typical human, but he is not a demigod, Cfavano.

Doc is right about the sword and shield combo being unrealistic, I thought you were only planning on using that giant blade as a two-handed weapon, which would be more plausible in this RP.

@ Maya: I will get a good look at your CS a little later and address it, I have to get going right now.

[Cfavano]

Then I'll just 2-hand it is all, no problem. I just thought it would be cool, considering that the sword and that shield are two of the most powerful pieces of equipment in Demons' souls.

[Imperial1917]

I have just one thing to say:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NYuVePd-fFs

[Rha'az]

Reserve me Red!

[TheDoctor]

Alas, this is not a Souls game. If it were so, this would be a long, painful, and excruciatingly punishing RP

[Cfavano]

well, as storm said in the recruitment: Much Blood, Very Borne

XD

[LittleLionFire]

Man I am so excited for this Rp! Lol..SOMEBODY GIVE ME A COOKIE THOUGH!!! Nobody was handing any out...makes me sad...

[Rha'az]

*hands a jar of cookies* Here

[☆Catwoman☆]

It's not just about the strength either, Cfavano. Even if your toon could wield both, he'd have no maneuverability with one massive object in each hand.

@Kayne: Heehee, yeah I noticed that :P

[Cfavano]

I know, and that was kinda my idea, a lumbering behemoth. But, I'm okay with just the sword. I'll Guts it up.

[LittleLionFire]

Thanks Rahz!
*holds jar close to body, and smiles at Rahz then looks shadily and warily at the others*
Nomnomnomnomnomnomnom

[Yamimoon]

I would like to join, but I don't know how long it will take me to make a character sheet. I am working till late tonight, and I have plans for tomorrow. If you don't mind waiting a couple of days, I can get to work on a sheet on Friday. That is if you are still looking for players. If not then I will be fallowing this Rp!

[RedKayne]

@yamimoon: don't worry, you can submit your sheet on Friday, there's no rush

@ Maya: I sent you a PM regarding your CS

[RedKayne]

Maya's character, Kiera, is accepted.

Looking forward to everybody else's sheets!

[RedKayne]

Maya's character, Kiera, is accepted.

Looking forward to everybody else's sheets!

[Waarnemen]

This looks so beautifully made, and I am having a high urge to write in this. I'll have to see my schedule before sending any character ideas.

[AngelWing]

Reserve me a spot, Kayne! I'm in choir camp with two weeks before fall semester, so I'll have to work on my CS late at night, but I'll get it up in a few days. Still haven't decided what class I'd like my character to be anyway, so that gives me time to think haha.

[Rha'az]

Thought I've reserved a spot. Did I?


Name: Aracanus Stormfall

Age: 34

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Class: Crusader

Enhanced strength
Enhanced smell
Hard skin (sorry, forgot what it name was)

Appearance:
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/5f/4f/e4/5f4fe4aa2db9e3daffd39cee3d711ff1.jpg

Equipment:
He usually wears a black coat with the same patterns in the picture. A black pair of boots and a pair of grey gloves.

http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20121231040620/darksouls/images/7/7e/Dark_souls_2_concept1.jpg
The greens are black and the white patterns are coloured red.

His arsenal are a two-handed sword and a pistol-sword hybrid. The hybrid weapon is the one he rarely used.

Personality:
When it comes to battle, he became a cold, merciless fighter who had no feelings of slaying monsters. He got rid of his fear as a youth using a potion sold to him by an unknown man. He slays those vile creatures mercilessly, sometimes even dismember them brutally.

Other than his ruthlessness he is protective to his comrades, he prefers to get himself slain than his comrades. For letting a human getting scars was too harsh for him. Well, slaying monsters brutally is way better then seeing teamates getting butchered. He also prefers to charge head on instead of planning an attack. For him, butchering bloody monsters IS the plan. In rare occasions he will follow plans that suits him, such as a plan which involves lots of killing beasts.

Outside of every battles, he is a rather silent person and prefers to live his life solitarily. He dislikes being disturbed.

History: Aracanus was borned in slums of the city. His early life was accompanied by the darkness, the lights were dimly lit. Some even thinks he is a child who was going to be possesed by the darkness. But Aracanus' father taught him about the Almighty God, his faith was strong. He knew the light will be returned to this world. The darkness will fall when the light came. In his early years as a teenager, he trained himself to sword wield. He trained day and night, and even went sleepless through a few days. But the day came, the day where he first encountered a Scourge Beast in his life. For the first time, he was shrouded in fear. He stood there, nothing to do, helpless in every way possible.

A Templar suddenly came to his aid, his eyes were opened, he thought to himself, how did the Templar did not felt any fear like he did? He took a decision to buy an illegal potion from a man. For a price of course, but when he bought the potion he needed he gulped every drop of the brewed potion. Emptying the bottle, he felt fear no more. He then went outside the walls of the city where was borned, and hunts down a beast to kill. He was ambushed once again, this time he didn't felt fear, but the courage to stand against the ferocious of darkness. He butchered it brutally with an axe he found lying on the ground before he was ambushed.

He returned from his hunt, covered in blood. From his face to his clothes, the townspeople were in fear. Thinking he was a vampire or a dangerous creature who had killed a human. But no, the Templar who saved Aracanus recognised his face. The Templar got down from his powerful steed and walked to Aracanus, and reached out his hand to Aracanus, offering him a place with the Templars. From then on, he became a Crusader, slaying beasts to preserve the world's peace.

The winds of the Borderfields greeted him, the sand, the dust were made contact with his armor. The place was dreaded to his perspective, his eyes looked the field. He looked from a side to another, until he saw a young child sitting under a rubble of wood freezing in the wind. Aracanus went over to the child, he took off his Crusader's cape and covered the child with it, "Stay warm child, and stay silent," then a sound of something had fell to the ground can be heard a few feet away from him current location. A monster to slay, a monster to bleed.

He draws out his two-handed sword from his back and gripped the handle of the sword tight, he did not want to lose his grip in a fight against a Scourge. He stood still, he kept himself calm. Although he didn't fear anymore he can still be nervous. Then, a snarl. "Damn," he said in a soft voice. Aracanus looked at the child, he assumed the child was more afraid than before. The child was pale, Aracanus needed to bring him to the Sanctuary to bring him food. But not now, bringing the child with a beast roaming around was dangerous. It could end both of their lives brutally.

He smelt the air, "Ahh, come out!" He knew where it was now, the beast jumped at him and Aracanus instantly swung his sword at the beast. Sending the foul creature to the ground, bleeding at the left frontal leg. The beast was limping, still wanting to kill the Crusader. Aracanus walked closer to the injured beast, he impaled its head with his sword and it went through the head and stuck on the ground. Seeing it killed, he kicked the head of the creature while it was still stuck with his sword. He gave it a kick at its mouth, and the head was split open. A brutal kill indeed. He looked at the child, the young one was scared of him now. "Don't fear child, I will not kill you."

[Sonic]

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[Sonic]

Amittay Caesar

"But if you do wrong, be afraid, for he does not bear the sword in vain. For he is the servant of God, an avenger who carries out God's wrath on the wrongdoer."--An excerpt from the Book of Requiem

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Height: 6"1

Weight: 182lbs



Age: 23

Gender: Male


Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual


Class: Knight
Abilities: Rapid regeneration, enhanced sight, and hyperkinesis


Equipment

Clothing and Accessories:

He normally wears long sleeved shirts or hoodies and dark jeans. He wears a medical bracelet that has his younger sister’s name on it. Although he knows how weird it seems, it is the only thing he has to remember her and so he never takes it out of his sight.

Armour:


Black gloves (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/8d/63/ca/8d63ca3aacfaff9735c9e6ba7869eb1c.jpg): Amittay will wear these gloves whenever he is in combat so that he never has to directly touch the weapon that is doing a killing. This way the gloves act as a sort of barrier that protects him from being directly involved in the killings. (In other words, his hands remain ‘clean’.)

Dark cassock (http://www.henningers.com/slabbinck-cassock-sm.jpg): This is a bullet-proof cassock that weighs approximately 10kg. It was specially designed so to protect him from weak attack to medium level attacks, and so that he could still move freely.



Weaponry:


Bow and Arrows (http://classic-bow.com/catalog/images/asian_archery_118.jpg): Amittay wields a composite bow that is especially renowned for its accuracy at long distances. The bow itself is made of fiberglass and wood. The arrows are dipped in Daemon’s Kiss, which Amittay learned to make from his adopted father who worked as an apothecary.

Pistol (http://www.vikingsword.com/vb/attachment.php?attachmentid=113582&stc=1): Amittay always carries his father’s pistol into battle and although he never uses it, he makes sure that it is loaded and primed to fire. He has little experience with the pistol and hoped that Edmund Lyon will teach him. The pistol itself is an 8-chambered matchlock revolver.



Personality:

Despite his looks, Amittay is not a very strict person. Although some people may take him as one, he is, as a matter of fact, a very friendly person who enjoys the company of others. Unless he is studying at the library, he prefers to be in the company of another person. To be sure, however, he spends most of his time at the library and so as a result, people see him as someone who likes to be aloof.

Amittay is a very subjective thinker, which is rather uncharacteristic of an amateur scientist, however is a result of his guidance under the bishop he traveled with for a part of his life, and his prowess for works in philosophy and theology. Whenever a problem presents itself, Amittay is normally the Devil’s advocate, always postulating the question: “What if?” This tendency to look at situations form multiple perspectives means that he is not the best decision-maker and further, does not feel affiliated with certain political ideologies or cultural happenstances around Sanctuary. Needless to say, he is not leadership material.

The only topic Amittay feels quite passionate about is religion. He feels that God is the foundation of which all knowledge rests and if it was not for Him, then any quantitative knowledge discovered on earth would not be credible. However, Amittay is plagued by a constant dilemma when making moral decisions. Is a situation ‘good’ because God says that it is good or does God say that it is good because it is good in of itself? Amittay feels that he will never find the answer to this question, however it plagues him all the same. Nevertheless, if Amittay is certain that what a person is doing is immoral or blasphemous, he will not hesitate to take any required action to stop him.

Amittay has severe insomnia. There will be times when he will go without sleep for several nights, and other times when he will only sleep for three or four hours.At first he tried taking Beatus to help him sleep, and it did work. However, he always awoke with a headache and so he disbanded Beatus. He believes that his problem is more psychological than it is neurological.

Amittay has an uncanny reverence for the Masked Inquisitor. He believes that the latter is someone who has been bitten by a Beast, but has somehow been able to retain his humanity. Whenever the Masked Inquisitor makes an appearance to escort the people of the Pilgrimage to their destination, Amittay is always there to watch him leave, study him, and see if he can get any clue to his identity.

Amittay is an admirer of Phaneul; the archangel of wisdom.


History


The Son of an Adventurer

Amittay was the son of Chaviv—an infamous apothecary who devoted his life to researching Beasts, and whether or not a human who had been bitten by a Beast, could have their humanity restored. Although Chaviv’s intentions were good, his means stirred some disdain amongst the townspeople who thought that he was insane, which may have been true as he was regularly seen performing seemingly purposeless experiments such as poking chickens and pinching himself at weird moments.

Chivav left Levi to explore the Plaguelands—despite his wife’s disapprobation—leaving his wife, and two children behind. At the age of ten, Amittay’s life experience could be stored in a cardboard box so, having his father suddenly throw him the responsibility of being the man of the house was daunting to say the least. However, his mother, Ruth, assured him and his sister Judith that their father would return soon and so, they should not worry. Instead, Amittay should focus on The Choosing—a ritual within the Caesar family that forced a member to ‘choose’ which Holy Book he would focus on. At the time, Amittay was not a particularly religious person, however he did find that the stories in the Book of Requiem were interesting enough, and since he idolized his father, who had chosen that book when he was ten, it did not come as a surprise when he told his mother that he wanted to contrive his faculties to studying the Book of Requiem.

Every day when Amittay returned home from school, he would sit in the kitchen and go over the Book with his mother, who would give him the definition of words that did not normally come across in the books Amittay read at Levi's elementary school—words such as ‘supercilious’ and ‘sanctimonious. Amittay was an adept learner and it did not take long for him to be able to read the Requiem without his mother’s assistance and at the age of twelve, he could critically analyze and extrapolate profound teachings from the Book, which was good because news had been sent ahead that his father would be returning within the week.

By this time, Judith, who was two years younger than Amittay, had begun her Choosing ritual. Similar to Amittay, it was not surprising when Judith chose the Book of Vision. It was the first Book her mother taught her how to read, and she also kept a copy just beneath her pillow.

Judith was not a healthy child. Born with a weak body, she had to take medication to keep her illness at bay and weekly checkups with the town’s physician. On the day of her choosing she suffered from a seizure and had to be lifted on a stretcher to the town’s clinic where she remained for the night and was allowed to return home two days later.


The Exile

Chivav returned home a day after Judith’s recovery, looking just as sick as his daughter had been only several days prior. He was immediately rushed to the clinic, but no one knew what ailed him. However, the appointed physician did note that there was a peculiar mark just above his waist that looked like a bite. Nothing was made of this then, but on the following day rumours began to spread.

People feared that he had been bitten by a Beast and some even went as far as to say that he had allowed himself to be bitten. The townspeople wanted Chivav to leave, however Chivav resisted—arguing that he had not been bitten by any Beast. According to him, it was only a dog bite he had received on the journey. This explanation, incredulous to all outside his family, only made them want him exiled even more.

In a pith of rage, a group of townspeople killed a goat and put its head on a stake. They planted this stake just beneath the Caesar’s front door and just below the head was a placard that read: “Your Next” in blood. It was on that day when they decided to leave. The family prepared a stagecoach and decided to head north, towards Malachi because Chivav believed that the mayor of Levi would tell all other towns about Chivav having been bitten; all except for the town of Malachi, which was isolated from the other towns belonging to the Borderfields.


The Journey

By this time they have been travelling for a week, taking regular stops to feed the horses, rest, and eat. Chivav taught Amittay to shoot a pistol, and with his father’s help, he killed a rabbit. Amittay spent most of his time with his sister, and even recalled one night when they could not sleep because they could hear the fevered noises of their parents making love just outside the coach.

Now they are certain that Chivav was not bitten by a Beast, however they cannot go back because they know how paranoid the people of Levi and the other towns are. If they return, they will still be seen as enemies. And so, they pushed forward, towards Malachi, in hopes that the town will not have heard of the rumour.

One day, however, Judith took sick and so they stop for the night to give her time to rest. Ruth and Chivav agreed that their daughter will need strong medication to combat this stroke of illness and although it may be dangerous, they should risk a stop in Jericho, visit an apothecary, and hopefully find medication to heal their daughter.

It was decided that Chivav would go to the town because he did not want his wife to walk alone. He took some food with him and made the journey, however does not return for two days. On the third day, when he did return, the family found that he had become an Arachne. Only his torso remained himself, everything below that had been turned into a spider’s body.

Instinctively, Chivav murdered his wife, but right when he was about to attack his children, he stopped. With this momentary control over his body he altered his gaze between Judith and Amittay, and then left, hurriedly.

Without the medicine, Judith died that same night.



Malachi

After his father’s attack, a very stunned Amittay made the remainder of the journey to Malachi in the stagecoach. He was weak, scared and underfed. He only made it to the outskirts when he lost his hold on the horses’ reigns, and fainted from exhaustion and mental stress. The coach stopped and he remained stranded for several hours before a couple noticed the boy not too far from their city. They went to investigate and when they found Amittay slumped in the carriage, they took him into their home.

The couple’s name was Paul and Sophia Witherspoon. Similar to Amittay’s father, Paul was an apothecary trying to discover a cure for something thought to be incurable, that is, his wife’s bareness. For five years they had been trying for a child and then, after the misgivings of the Templar, they had quit trying altogether, although Paul had secretly continued his research without Sophia’s knowledge.

The Witherspoon’s saw Amittay’s arrival as a gift from God. They were the only religious people in the town of Malachi and they made sure to keep their piety a secret. Paul told Amittay that there is no better medicine than prayer. They decided to keep Amittay—now an orphan—as their own child so that he could be the son they could never have and teach them more about God.

By this time he was thirteen years old. Paul taught him how to fish and how to use a bow and arrow for hunting. When Amittay showed Paul the revolver, the latter said that he did not know how to use it, and was uncertain whether anyone in Malachi knew how to use a pistol. Disheartened, Amittay kept the gun in safe storage.

It was at the age of sixteen when Amittay resolved to become a Templar. He wanted to continue his father’s research to discover if a human’s transformation into a Beast was reversible, and if not, to find whether or not there was any humanity left inside of a Beast. He hoped that by becoming a Templar and moving to the Sanctuary, he would have access to thousands of reference books, and be able to encounter these Beasts face to face.


A New Adventure

Now eighteen years old, and a potential candidate for a Templar, Amittay had made up his mind to leave Malachi. Throughout all his years of being in the city he had kept his piety a secret just like Paul and Sophia, learned fishing and archery, but had yet to make any advancements in his father’s research.

Every couple months or so a passing bishop visited Malachi, and was quickly turned away by the townsfolk. Amittay hitched a ride onto this coach several weeks after his eighteenth birthday. His adopted parents saw him off under the veil of night, and when the people noticed that he was gone the following day, they did not care very much as Amittay had not made any strong bonds—outside of Paul and Sophia—during his stay at Malachi.

Along the path to Zion where Amittay would train to become a militant and then a Templar, the bishop that picked him up—Father Cassius—taught him about prominent philosophers and theologians from the past. Amittay’s philosophic prowess was greatly benefited as he gained a new appreciation for the Three Holy Books, and metaphysics in particular. So much so in fact, that after he became a Templar, he spent most of his time at the library reading essays on monsters, taking notes, and trying to discover if beasts do have humanity, and if they can ever become human again.





Sometimes, when the present is silent, the past will make itself known. During these rare moments, the present is forced to listen for it cannot combat the other’s irrevocability that has been bestowed upon it by the omnipotence of God.

Amittay lay his pen to rest, bridged his fingers, and placed his chin upon them. If anyone were to enter his room now they would see a philosopher at rest. Papers were strewn about the floor, so too were pencils, pens, erasers, and a banana peel that will begin the process of decomposition in two days if Amittay did not do something about it. There was, also, a sense of tenacity about the room. A visitor will not notice it at first, however if they stayed long enough then they will feel it pull over their face, like the lid of a coffin will be pulled over a corpse.


He could really use some Beatus right now; that had been a good remedy against insomnia and he would have continued using it if it hadn’t given him such debilitating headaches the following morning. But, headaches be damned! He would do anything for some sleep—just an hour or even a minute. For the first time since he resolved to stop using the substance, Amittay Caesar regretted tossing it away.


Inwardly, Amittay thought: I’m addicted.


A knock came at his door, followed by the prosaic command: “Turn off your damn lights!”


Amittay winced and turned his damn lights off, but not before putting away his sheets of notes first. Crawling into bed, he knew better than to try to sleep. If you tried too hard then you will only become frustrated and how would that benefit anyone? It would not. He would lay there, still as a marionette who had lost its puppeteer. He mouthed a silent prayer, asking for God to grant him just a minute of sleep, however only if that was His will. If it was not, then Amittay promised that he will not complain nor weep for He was always just.


***


Amittay did fall asleep. He did not recall when, but that did not matter. And who cared if he was having a nightmare? Tomorrow, it will be a new day. Further, this nightmare was not new to him, and any fear it caused was only exaggerated by Amittay’s unconsciousness.

He saw his father, after the Change. His hair was as white as snow that has yet to touch the earth, and his eyes were of that perfect blue only imagined by painters. He had high cheek bones that were accentuated from how eviscerated his skin is. His father looked beautiful, and Amittay almost called his name—“Chivav”—but stopped himself. That was not Chivav. Below his father’s torso, where humanoid legs should have been, there were, instead, a repertoire of limbs belonging to a spider. His father looked like an experiment gone wrong.

Chivav met his son’s eyes and held it. Below him—below his eight limbs—were Amittay’s mother and younger sister. Their blood had stained his father’s otherwise black skin. “Hello, son. I’ve killed Ruth and Judith; sorry about that,” said his father. “Do you forgive me?”


“I do.” Then, “I don’t.” A pause. “I do and I don’t.”


Chivav chortled, like a turkey, and bowed his head, as if he were about to court a maiden. “Well, when you figure it out just tell me, okay? Okay? Okay? Okay? Okay? I’ll kill you later, okay? Cool? Yes?”


Amittay nodded and when he awoke, it was to a scream, and it took him several moments to realize that he was the one screaming. His bed sheets are doused in sweat, and when he looked outside, the night still pressed obstinately against the window.


He only got an hour’s sleep. He left his bed, went onto his knees, and thanked God Almighty.

[Waarnemen]

Looks good!

[RedKayne]

@ Rahz and Sonic: I will send you a PMs regarding your sheets

[☆Catwoman☆]

Name: Yelena Renakovic

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Class: Knight
Abilities: Rapid Regeneration, Enhanced Sight, Enhanced Reflexes

Appearance: http://darkdreams.d.a.pic.centerblog.net/8c6bfec9.jpg
With pale skin, piercing blue eyes, and ornately colored hair ranging from black to burgundy to plum, Yelena is quite striking. She is the epitome of the gothic style preferred in Sanctuary, even her intricate eye makeup (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&size=l&tid=74422937) doing justice to the dark fashion. Standing at 5’8”, 125 pounds, she is tastefully muscular. When off-duty, she lets her long locks hang in loose waves, but on the job it is bound back in a few tightly interwoven braids.

Equipment:
Casual Clothing- Yelena, despite her often gruesome career, has an appetite for fashion. When off-duty, she enjoys elegant dresses (https://img0.etsystatic.com/000/0/5745881/il_570xN.273270842.jpg) and laced boots (http://guideimg.alibaba.com/images/shop/105/02/11/3/wide-calf-black-lace-up-victorian-wedding-bridal-boots-steampunk-retro-gothic-mary-antoinette-womens-size-7_774713.jpg).
Weaponry- Yelena is best with a sword (https://pics.ricardostatic.ch/2_749455562_Big/sonstiges/kit-rae-avoloch-sword.jpg) and shield (http://farm1.static.flickr.com/227/491469488_ba9ad5b652.jpg?v=0), but also possesses a revolver dagger (http://i.stack.imgur.com/AdyhR.jpg).
Armor- Medium steel armor (http://drh1.img.digitalriver.com/DRHM/Storefront/Company/sqenixus/images/product/screenThumbnail/MD/faora_bg03.jpg) with a black hood and cape

Personality: Yelena is independent, sultry, charming, and used to getting what she wants. She is loyal first to herself, then to her job, with all else typically falling on the backburner. She has skillfully performed for the Templars since completing her military training at 18 and her no-nonsense attitude on the job has caught the attention of those in high places.

While generally easy-going and agreeable, Yelena will rarely hesitate to take an action some might consider ruthless or despicable. In other words, the mission takes priority--collateral damage is to be expected. While some of her peers choose the moral high ground, she is willing to sacrifice ethics in order to get the job done and makes no apologies for it; she considers such things necessary to the preservation of the human race.

Yelena is a fighter, physically and mentally. Bull-headed and straightforward, she will impose her opinions and suggestions on others to the point of insubordination if she believes them to be the best course of action, particularly when in a bind. This makes her clash with colleagues quite often. Nevertheless, there is plenty of mutual respect to be found, regardless of differing opinions.

History: A native of Sanctuary and only child born to nobility, Yelena had a cushy upbringing compared to most. Her parents, being strict but nurturing, saw to it that she was given the best education, the best tutors, and taught all of the etiquette and behavior expected of someone of her status. Though she excelled at nearly everything she was taught--with the exception of quiet obedience--Yelena had quite the rebellious streak. She was prone to back talking, sneaking out, and generally running amok. It was not unusual for her to steal money from her parents--after all, those pretty clothes cost--or kidnap Dad’s bottle of whiskey. But the arduous little girl could be incredibly sweet and disarming, manipulating everyone from servants to tutors to her poor father.

Eventually, her exhausted parents determined that something must be done if their child’s antics were to be stopped. Therefore, despite how taboo it was considered to be for a noble lady, Yelena was enrolled in a swordsmanship training class. The idea was that it would teach her discipline and, to be frank, completely exhaust her so that she would have no energy for troublesome shenanigans when she returned home.

And it worked.

Not only did it work, Yelena truly loved and excelled at it. She was twelve, allowed entry only because her parents paid extravagantly, and one of the only females in the class. Certainly the only female of rich blood. But here was a place where her headstrong nature and innocent appearance worked wonders, taking her from targeted underdog to feared superior in record time. She loved the hard work involved, the discipline, the skill, the power, and therefore determined--to her parents’ dismay--that she would enlist as a militant as soon as she turned 18.

Despite her fiery personality--something that had certainly not been diminished--Yelena managed not to get thrown out and went on to become a Knight. Her service has been exemplary, and she is respected and trusted by both her colleagues and superiors.


Bourbon.

Full-bodied, spicy, sweet. A description that matched the alcohol as much as it did the woman drinking it. At least, that’s how the gentleman sipping the beverage with her saw it. A few more tantalizing adjectives sifted through his mind as he studied the young woman lounging across from him, glass of bourbon in hand, long legs peeking out from the slit in her skirts.

“I trust the bourbon is to your liking,” Roderick stated more than asked. That was his problem, the madam thought. Arrogant, presumptuous. His tone carried that same self-satisfied note that she heard time and time again with those of his stature. The noblemen of Sanctuary all seemed to be afflicted with the same egotism, so secure in their wealth and education that they believed themselves above criticism and scrutiny. In their hollow minds, all fell adoringly at their feet, full of admiration and desire.

Yelena, small smile playing on her crimson lips at the thought, bat her long eyelashes his way, head cocked slightly as it rested on her hand, elbow propped neatly on the arm of the couch. Her long, multi-colored locks spilled over her shoulders, complemented by her elegant, black-and-ruby dress.

“Of course, my dear Roderick,” she replied truthfully. It was, after all, a delicious whiskey. It should be, considering its cost; due to the increasing rarity of wood with which to make barrels, exquisite alcoholic beverages such as this were incredibly expensive.

So, too, were the fashionable clothes and lovely shoes Yelena was fond of, let alone the jewelry that adorned her neck, wrists, and fingers. That, she mused, was why she tolerated the company of those like Roderick: spineless cowards sitting high in their estates and whining about their mundane problems while the rest of the world worried about illness and meals and…

…monsters. Always monsters.

Yelena smiled sweetly, fiddling absentmindedly with the newest addition to her jewelry box: a beautiful ruby on a platinum band, sitting nicely on her left forefinger. Spineless cowards indeed, no match for her skill with a blade.

But they sure knew how to spoil a woman.

[Waarnemen]

Question: What date would this take place? Do they have holidays, such as Easter or Ramadan?

[TheDoctor]

Question: What date would this take place? Do they have holidays, such as Easter or Ramadan?

The date isn't super important. Holidays would not be related to our holidays at all since the religion is entirely different. Think of them more as religious events than holidays, should any exist

[RedKayne]

Another brilliant character, Cat :)

Both Cat's character and Sonic's character have been added into the accepted list.

Hope to see more coming!

[RedKayne]

And yet another double post! Curses...

[Sonic]

Awesome! Can't wait to see what you guys have in store for us.

[Cfavano]

Name: Matthew Tannhauser


Age: 34


Gender: Male


Sexual Orientation: Bisexual


Class: Knight

Abilities: Healing factor, Super vision, hyperkinesis


Appearance:

http://features.cgsociety.org/newgallerycrits/g89/164489/164489_1227515526_medium.jpg


Equipment


Casual Clothing: He typically wears what is fashionable among the nobility

Armor: Pictured

Weapons:


Silvril steel Longsword - A special alloy of silver and steel long used by his family in the hunting of beasts. Thricefold-blessed and razor-sharp, it is an anathema to beasts of all shapes and sizes.

Repeating crossbow - a gas-powered bolt thrower, accurate and expensively made, can fire ten bolts over the course of a minute on full-auto. The bolts themselves are heavy wood and silver stakes, steeped in holy water, and inscribed with ward and anathemaic runes.

Two Flintlock .52 caliber pistols, which fire silver bullets, each of which is marked by the holy symbol of the Templar order.

several silver daggers and silver tipped wooden stakes and a wooden mallet.

Several vials of Vigor potions, healing salve Holy fire, and putrid oil.




Personality:

Matthew is a Noble, in word and deed. He is arrogant, self-righteous, and has an ego bigger than Sanctuary. He is flirtatious and manipulative, and has a reputation of being a philandering asshole, though, woe is anyone who openly calls him that, for he is quick to challenge the offender to a duel.

He fights dirty, and is quick to resort to violence to solve his problems, which his father approves of and has encouraged. He can be called a bully, and he certainly acts like it sometimes.


History:

Matthew was born to the noble Tannhauser family, an ancient and prestigious Noble family that has existed in Sanctuary for as long as anyone can remember. They are a family born and bred for the hunting of Beasts, and that was how they originally made their fortune, taking on bounties and working as mercenaries, which became some of the first Templars. As the years passed, the family inserted itself into the church even more, with many members becoming Bishops and Inquisitors, among other things, all the while bringing fame, glory, and gold to them. As time passed, it became mandatory that all male members must become Templars, or become disowned.

Thus, Matthew came of age. All his life he had been trained for this, and, because of his family's standing, he was given his test at 18, becoming, like his father, and his father before him, a Templar. He has served for more than a decade, racking up quite a large kill-count, not that anyone outside of his family is truly keeping an accurate tally. Rumor has it that he may be up for promotion to Senior Templar in a few years, though it is just a rumor.


RP Sample:

The ruins were quiet as the patrol entered them. Sightings of monsters in the area had been increasing, and rose above accepted levels. "Move up," Matthias said, as he and his team of knights entered the abandoned cathedral. As the squad fanned out, bones crunched under their boots. There had to be hundreds of bodies, all with the meat picked clean from their bones. Light streamed in through the open doors and through the once beautiful, mostly broken stained glass windows, shining on the ruined pews. A rustling was heard, and the screech of bats. Matthias gave the order to halt as he and his men looked up. Glowing red eyes looked back down at him.

With a silent command, one of his men aimed his crossbow up at the ceiling while another struck a bit of steel against the tip of the bolt, which ignited it. The tip was made of magnesium, and when the knight fired it, the bolt lit up the ceiling, causing the massed vampires to scatter, flapping around as they fall. At a command, the gathered knights begin loosing bolts, arrows, bombs and bullets into the vampires, using their hyperkinesis to strafe around the vampires. Matthias ducked under a vampire's claw as he rushed the beast, pointing his crossbow upwards and sending a bolt up through its chin, killing the creature and leaving a sizzling hole. The rest fell swiftly. The killteam gathered the bodies together, decapitated them, then burned them in a pile. As the ashes drifted away, the silent figures of the Templar killteam vanished over the horizon, to fight another day.

[Waarnemen]

You know, on second thought, I'll have to retract my reserve; something came up, and I will not be able to play.
I wish you all luck on this amazing adventure! Adieu!

[LittleLionFire]

Lol, I am realizing Leona is going to be at odds with all of the women so far...ha-ha, what with her own personality.

[☆Catwoman☆]

Haha, yeah, so let's see...Yelena is going to butt heads with Isaac on occasion--though she likes him--and probably have a quiet admiration for Anna and her spirited personality. She will take pleasure in pushing Leona's buttons since she'll regard her as too uptight, be pretty neutral towards Amittay, and get along pretty well with Kiera. And, of course, she will know Matthias considering they are both of noble families and will quietly think just as little of him as she does most noblemen--especially since he really is an egotistical jackass. But she will also treat him the same way she does most noblemen: by flirting and assuaging his ego...unless they are in the midst of battle, where she becomes far more serious.

[Sonic]

Well when your mother gets raped by the organization you're now working for you do tend to have a belligerent attitude to the world.

Can't wait for the RP to start and see the other interesting characters.

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Haha I feel like a lot of people will be neutral towards Amittay considering how ambivalent he can be when the topic does not concern religion

[LittleLionFire]

Lol yeah you are correct Sonic. Though she does view the raping as the men's fault, not grouping the Templar name with them. She understands it was not the organization then but men at their own will. She will react accordingly to advances on her persona. Try and kick their asses. And lol she will not have a problem with Ammitay, but definitely with Cfvanos character, lol. She will be cold to each woman so far and admire Issaac because he has a daughter. Lol.

[Sonic]

Lol I know for sure that Amittay is going to have a difficult time getting along with Yelena and Matthias, which is going to be fun to play out.

Leona and Amittay could become good friends since they both know what's it's like to lose a sibling.

[Sonic]

Just leave me alone double post...

[RedKayne]

Alright, Cfavano, looking at your CS now.

The first major thing you need to do is change your character's first name. We already have a major NPC going by Mathias, and it will be dreadfully confusing to have two people with the exact same names. I understand it may be a bit realistic for people to have similar names, but for the sake of this RP, I rather not deal with any confusion.

I would like to clarify that the first Templars weren't mercenaries, but I suppose that they could have a few in their ranks during the First Plague. Also, I think it would make more logical sense if there was a rumor that your character is up for promotion to become a Senior Templar, like Isaac. In order to become an Inquisitor, one needs to become a Senior Templar. A new Inquisitor immediately selects a Senior Templar, and this is primarily his/her own decision. A new Senior Templar is also picked if the old one suddenly... passes away.

[Aureyon]

Technical difficulties.

[Cfavano]

Okay, I'll change his name to matthew and promotion to senior templar.

[Cfavano]

it's all fixed

[TheDoctor]

Name: Jerris Greymir

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Class: Knight
Abilities: Hyperkinesis (specifically enhanced to its fullest capability, almost to the point of precognition. Other skills were inhibited. See History)

http://orig06.deviantart.net/0215/f/2015/086/d/7/giltia_e_yuchenghong_by_yuchenghong-d8nauxw.jpg
Minus, of course, the robotic arm. He stands at around 5'9", is a little bulky but slim, and has ice blue eyes.

Equipment
Casual Clothing: White button-down, tan slim fit pants, casual black shoes, occasional dark navy cloak
Armor: white shirt, small and light leather breastplate overtop, navy collared jacket (see appearance), occasional dark navy cloak over the jacket. Black pants, brown boots.
Weapons: Twin blades (http://www.katana-for-sale.com/ProductImg/125/Shop-Hand-Forged-Qing-Dynasty-World-Of-Warcraft-Ancient-Chinese-Dao-Sharpened-Carbon-Steel-Blade-Saber-Sword-b0.jpg)

Personality: Jerris has, ultimately, no personality. He certainly isn't friendly, warm, or welcoming in any way, preferring the company of his own thoughts. On the flip side, Jerris is not needlessly hostile and hardly loses his temper. He cares not for trivial feuds and small arguments, carrying an almost haughty, superior and nonchalant air about him. His voice rarely raises from a dull, knowing murmur, and it only becomes louder when he must address a large crowd.

He wasn't always like this. In his youth he was still quiet, but in more of a shy, withdrawn sense. He would smile and stutter his words, gazing with big open eyes to the world about him. Whatever happened during his transformation into a Templar changed his attitude quite dramatically. At least, that's what they told him.

Now, his eyes are judgmental, uncaring, and almost lifeless, flaring with energy only in the heat of battle.

From his earliest memories, Jerris knew himself as an orphan, a street urchin. His life consisted of pickpocketing, stealing, robbing, and sleeping amongst the homeless. Food was a blessing; bed, a luxury. As he grew older, he worked closely with a band of local thieves, participating in heists and sleeping at their improvised shelters. It wasn't an easy life, but it, as the nobles called it, "put food on the table." Whether that food was legally obtained was irrelevant.

One day, his band of thieves were conducting a heist on a lavishly decorated noble home. All was according to plan until one of their new members panicked, was caught by the guards, and immediately ratted out the rest of the crew. Jerris and his band were forced to retreat, but in the confusion of the chase, Jerris was separated from them. While he made an improvised exit from one of the towers of the villa by climbing down the outside, his foot hit rotted rock, sending him plunging to the ground below. His body was broken, shattered, and within inches of death.

At least, that’s what the Church told him when he woke up many months later. They said that they took him to the infirmary immediately afterwards, stabilized his condition, and set to healing his body. Many of the priests claimed that he had lapsed into death, his heartbeat initially halted before he was "raised by gilded seraphs" back to life. He was breathing, his body was weaker than ever, and yet he was alive.

Then they told him he was a Templar.

Jerris didn't know how it had happened, and definitely not why. He didn't even remember anything about his life before, only what the members of the church told him. Was all they said actually true? Was his name even Jerris, or did they hand that down to him? He was essentially a blank slate, and the only thing for him to draw upon it was the Church's hospitality. After a year of recovery, even that was taken away as he launched straight into Templar training.

The Knight class had been bestowed upon him, but with a more specific set of skills. Instead of having three abilities like the other Templars, Jerris somehow only received the one of hyperkinesis. He never knew why, but at some point during the unknown process, he developed only one. Said power was pushed to its absolute limit at the expensive of the abilities of enhanced sight and advanced regeneration, but Jerris found that he never even needed those abilities in the first place. His hyperkinesis was so instantaneous that bodily wounds eventually became near impossible, and far sight was not necessary for what he was to become. Swordplay--dual swordplay in particular--became his specialty, along with excessive mobility and acrobatics.

His skill set was quite particular, and his quick-witted mind noticed that they were training him in a very particular way: to kill humans. Sure, those skills were eventually adapted to fend off the Scourge, but mankind always remained most vulnerable to him.

Six years of training passed. At the age of nineteen, Jerris graduated as a Templar, entering under various Inquisitors before settling under Inquisitor Caleb's hand. Senior Templar Hills stepped up to lead, and eventually, Jerris filled in as a sort of assistant for him. He sought to the squadron while Hills could not, keeping order and running private missions with the occasional advice to the Senior Templar when asked.

In the end, however, his loyalties lie with whatever will get him answers.
"Some sorta freakish experiment, I hear. That's why he can't be touched."

The campfire blazed bright and strong in the deep night, illuminating a small trio of soldiers. One of them, a lean, boyish man with straw-like blonde hair and crusty leather armor, leaned forward on the log that served as his improvisatory stool. "That's why he ain't like the other Knights. Something happened when he became a Templar."

A womanly giggle came from the second figure, who was clad in heavy rusted iron armor. "Well duh. Everyone knows that something happened, we just don't know what." She leaned back against the rock sticking out of the ground, a muffled clink coming from the metal-on-stone contact. "He moves quicker than anything I've ever seen, and he barely even talks. Maybe he's a psychopath."

"He's too quiet to be a psychopath. I thought the crazy ones usually talk." The blonde man shrugged back to her. "If not a psycho, he's at least a freak. Rumor has it that he used to be an assassin, but King Mathias stayed his hand by himself and hurt him so bad, he begged to serve the King as good as he could."

"I heard something entirely different." The woman crossed her arms and pursed her lips. "I heard he used to be a girl, but he went through some freakish transformation. That's why when he became a Templar, he couldn't adopt the rest of the powers: because he was incomplete without his d--"

"You're both wrong."

Their eyes flashed to the third man, a heavy set black bearded man with thick steel armor from neck to toe. His gaze remained on the bastard sword he cleaned in his lap, which glimmered an angry red from the reflection of the fire. After a moment of quiet passed, he raised his stare to look at the two of them, hardened eyes peering through a heavy brow. "That's not at all what happened."

His sword flipped as he started to polish the other side, the frayed oily cloth brushing smoothly against the blade. "He was made of Scourge and woman. His poor mother was fucked by one of those savage Vampires out there and left to raise the beast of a child. He killed her on the way out and has been crawling across this earth ever since." His eyes returned to his blade with a snarl. "My uncle's neighbor works for Most Noble Latharos. He told me that instead of killing the monster, Latharos wanted to use it as a weapon and raised it to be a Templar."

The steel man spat to the side. "Filthy half breed, that's what he is."

"You're kidding?" Straw-head gaped at his fellow soldier. "So that's what he is? Jer--"

"Templar Greymir!"

Their heads whipped to the side at the woman's call, eyes wide with panic. At the edge of the light directly behind the steel-clad man stood a moderately sized figure in a dark navy cloak. His hair, a mop of white atop his head, perched slightly over his lifeless black eyes, which stared calmly at the three soldiers. They stood quickly and saluted, the steel man stammering for words. "Templar Greymir, I didn't know you...were..."

His words staggered to a halt as the Templar fixed his eyes upon him. His stare was as unsettling as any Scourge Beasts', feeling as if it stripped the target of cloth, skin, and flesh. It pried at the inner mind, questioning loyalty and dedication with every passing moment. It simply felt wrong.

After what felt like a minute of uncomfortable silence, Jerris Greymir turned his back to them and left the fire. "Return to your watch."

[LittleLionFire]

Oh. My. GOD. TheDoctor, I LOVE JERRIS! Can I marry his image? HE IS SO CUTE! Lol, okay yes I am excited for this RP. Too excited? Pft. Ha. Whatevs. Lol. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA someone give me something without sugar...


Anyways, Hm, Leona will probably hang around him and Amattay mostly, as Jerris seems to be more quiet than speaking and she is fine with that, and Amattay is just not talkative talkative from what I get. Plus they are not after anything using their body for sex so there is that...lol. I CANNOT WAIT TO RP! *pants*

[Cfavano]

His picture has pistols, but he doesn't?

[TheDoctor]

His picture has pistols, but he doesn't?

Matthew's picture has a pilgrim hat so I don't wanna hear a peep outta you

I kid I kid, I just liked the appearance of the pic

[Cfavano]

he is wearing that hat. and it's not a pilgrim hat.

[TheDoctor]

PILGRIM HAT PILGRIM HAT MATTHEW WEARS A PILGRIM HAT

[☆Catwoman☆]

Oh dear, Yelena will not like him at all...

He might be the only character she is genuinely intimidated by! No mind games from this dame...

Edit: And the physical appearance of the character in the pic is more important than whatever they might be wearing or carrying, unless otherwise indicated. Just so you know.

[Cfavano]

I was just pulling his leg XD

I'll have to look again but, picture-wise, I think Matthew is the closest to what someone would think when they picture 'hunter' when used in this context.

[☆Catwoman☆]

He does look a little Steampunk-Helsing-esque.

Dat hat.

[Cfavano]

I know right? It's glorious.

[TheDoctor]

Jerris is not gonna get along with Matthew at all. This is gonna be hilarious

Then again, I don't think Jerris will get along with anyone but Isaac, but...

Anyway, what a lovely cast we have. Great characters everyone, keep them coming!

[Sonic]

Lol Amittay will be too focused on his research to even notice if someone has any romantic feelings towards him. I feel like him and Leona will make a good tag team during a fight

[RedKayne]

Eh, Jerris doesn't look anything special... I suppose I should add him to the accepted character list *sighs*

On that note, Matthew is also accepted and added to the list

Definitely like what I'm seeing so far, people, and we have a lot of reserved spots so looking forward to seeing more awesome characters!

Isaac is gonna do his best to get along with everyone, Matthew might make it a little hard on him, though. Anna is gonna get along with a couple of people, but will absolutely hate a couple of people.

[Sonic]

Hey Kayne when do you think this RP will lift off the ground? :)

[RedKayne]

Well, a lot of people told me that they will finish their CSs over the weekend. So we will wait on that, and after all of the characters are made, I probably need a day or two to solidify story details. I'm predicting that the IC will open around next Tuesday, sound good?

It may be a little wait, but I promise that what I have in store will be worth it :)

Like I said in the interest thread, this RP heavily rely upon character actions and decisions, and so what you all will do will have short-term and long-term impacts throughout the RP. I'm particular excited how you guys will affect the world.

[Cfavano]

Matthew takes a very hard line on the scourge. Like, summary execution of someone who might be infected on the spot

[Maya]

The suspense is terrible... I hope it lasts.

[The Texan Queen]

So sorry for my late arrival! I started a new job and it kind of threw off my normal routine. But I am here! I'll have a CS up sometime tonight.

[Yamimoon]

Sorry for taking so long on my profile. Working out couple more details, and I should have it up.

[LittleLionFire]

Yay! Yamimoon!

Also ha-ha Sonic, I agree. Amittay and Leona would make a good tag team, since she would actually be able to stand him.

And romantic relationship? Ha! She hates sex, and is cold to most everyone, how is that happening? Lol.

[IronQuill]

Been pretty busy this, but I'll if I can get my CS up tomorrow night (PST).

[Aureyon]

I should probably reserve a spot, officially anyhow. I'll have Julius' history and various other empty spaces filled and finished by tomorrow night.

[RedKayne]

Alright, sounds good Ninja and Sun, looking forward to seeing your CS's!

Oh, and one thing, Sunstrider, I noticed that you made a relatively mature character. I just want to remind you that a templar has to serve for less than 15 years, but one can enlist and apply as a Templar at any age after 18.

[Aureyon]

Alright, that's not a problem. I'll think on it and work that in. I had vaguely remembered reading that somewhere anyhow.

There was just a little bit more to read, and it all mushed together on my phone. Haha

[Sonic]

@Kayne: Tuesday sounds great. I'm just filled with suspense. Can't wait to write my intro post and see how large of an impact my character and the others will have on this world you've created.

@LittleLion: Lol yes I remember reading that in your character's personality--or maybe it was her history?--and I thought it was a pretty interesting addition. She and Yelena are almost near opposites. That's going to be an interesting relationship to see.

[☆Catwoman☆]

Leona will be Yelena's (Yelena, Leona, Yelena, Leona...) favorite toy. Push the buttons and see what happens! Which she might actually regret...

[LittleLionFire]

Ha-ha, Leona will probably just ignore her and take it out on her through actions, cuz with her her bite is as bad as her bark if you can get her to bark. Lol. Her bite is worse though...

[Yamimoon]

I will repost the profile once I have time to work on it. Witch will be probably tomorrow. Sorry for the inconvenience.

[Cfavano]

How fast are the knights, exactly?

This fast?


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vPlT2uKruwM

[TheDoctor]

2 fast 2 furious

[SikstaSlathalin]

This looks interesting. Room for one more?

[Cfavano]

yup, I'd think so.

And if not, you're Sikstaslathalin, room will be provided.

[SikstaSlathalin]

XD I don't think Kayne holds my RPing in such high regard.

[Cfavano]

but you're also a celebrity.

[RedKayne]

There's always room, whether you're a celebrity or an unknown hero ;)

Anyways, Siks, unsure of what impression I gave on your RPing beforehand, but you are very welcomed to create a character.

[Aureyon]

I'm starting over on my character idea, so I hope you can be a little more patient with me. I couldn't find the inspiration for the history and such. But, bear with me and I promise that I'll have a character prepared before tuesday.

[The Texan Queen]

So.

I lied. I got drunk last night and got called into work to help with this fair and serve beer -.- I was hungover and out in the sun from 10 am until about twenty minutes ago. Now that I am home and have had a shower and a beer of my own I will work on my character. So sorry Kayne!

[SikstaSlathalin]

Ok, I'll get an idea rolling for the char.

[The Texan Queen]

Name: Selenada (Selene) Nina Volkov

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Class: Chevalier
Abilities: Camouflage and enhanced stealth

http://i577.photobucket.com/albums/ss217/Beki_Beaulieu/image.jpg1_zpsy33zqrx9.jpg

Selenada has tan skin that always has a fresh glow to it. She's a bit on the short side standing at 5 feet and 2 inches, curvy build and striking features. Very blue eyes, soft skin and long, soft blonde hair.

Casual Clothing: Selenda typically wears beautiful dresses in different shades of blue and pink, similar to this. (http://i577.photobucket.com/albums/ss217/Beki_Beaulieu/image.jpg2_zpsdexkzmg5.jpg)

Armor: She feels God is the only armor she needs.

Weapons: Even though she is strong in her belief that God is her weapon she does keep a small dagger and small hand gun hidden on her at all times.

Personality:

Soft/Kind: She has this very gentle and graceful air about her. Selenada is very soft spoken. Her voice is just a decibel above a whisper and it seems to soothe any who listens to her. She makes sure to choose her words carefully to make sure they are never harsh, a persons feelings are important to her. Making sure everyone is well taken care of and treated with extreme kindness is her priority. She likes to see people happy and healthy, especially in this destructive place.

Religious: Selene stands by the Church one hundred percent. She finds great peace with the love she has for her God and loves to spread the word to anyone willing to listen. Her faith is strong and she has never once faltered from it. She won't push her beliefs on anyone, she believes people should naturally come to their own want and need for religion.

Shy: Even though she loves talking with people and helping them out in anyway she can, she can be a bit awkward and shy at first. Of course if you're talking about religion or alchemy she has no issue in holding a conversation, but anything beyond that she can be extremely awkward. Selene will stumble over her words and can get flustered very quickly, she finds it best if she just sticks to what she knows when talking to strangers. Even with people she is comfortable with she can be a bit nervous.

Sensitive/Emotional: Sometimes she can take what you say differently, she over thinks things and can get upset easily. She doesn't handle being talked to sternly very well and God forbid you yell at her. Yelling is something she cannot handle, it will make her cry and feel very attacked. If she feels your tone is slanted in anyway she gets a little upset. She tries not to show her emotions because she gets embarrassed about being so sensitive, so just mind yourself when dealing with her.

History: Selenada grew up in Levi and later moved to Sanctuary. She lived on a small herb farm with her parents and the small handful of live stock they did own. Her family life was very toxic growing up. Her father was a drug addict, Robur being his drug of choice. Even though he was a drug addict he used the drug to not only get high but help him get through his work faster. The drug made him very angry and sometimes violent towards his family, mainly Selenada. He would scream and yell at her and sometimes hit her whenever he would see fit. Her mother just sat back and watched And did nothing, said nothing and sometimes defended her husband. Her mother believes that since her husband was the bread winner and leader of the household it was his job to make judgements on how to handle Selenada. It's not like she was a problem child either. She was very quiet and reserved and would do whatever her family needed her to do. Selenada knew at a young age that her father abused drugs and she kind of forgave him for his mean actions toward her, she knew her father would never do what he did if he wasn't high.

The only time Selenada had something to look forward to was when her Aunt Marnia would come from Sanctuary and visit. Selenada is very much like her Aunt. She got her interest in alchemy from Marnia, a very skilled alchemist. When her Aunt would come visit she got a break from her angry father and her ‘blind’ mother and truly got to enjoy herself. Marnia would show her tricks with the herbs they grew and would tell her all about God and what life was like in Sanctuary. Even though this mystery place didn't sound as pretty as Levi was she viewed it as exactly what is was; her possible sanctuary.

When she was fourteen she had made the decision to leave her home in Levi and go live in Sanctuary. She felt like she didn't fit in here. She was very religious compared to her parents and they didn't believe in alchemy, even though they grew and sold the herbs used for it. Selenada believed she would be happier and safer in Sanctuary and had made arrangements with her Aunt Marnia to move out there. The night she had planned to leave her father came home, drunk and extremely high, and caught her in the middle of sneaking out. Outraged her father proceeded to attack her. Throwing her around, shouting about how ungrateful she was, hitting her with objects and spitting on her like she was nothing. Just when Selenada thought she was going to be beaten to death her father just stopped hitting her and fell to the floor and began to convulse. Not thinking twice about it Selenada gathered her strength and fled her house without looking back.

Sanctuary was definitely different than Levi, but despite its dark atmosphere she found her light in the city. Marnia taught her everything she knew about religion and alchemy, showed her around the town and gave her the life she deserved to have. With her new found religion and great skill in alchemy Selenada was the happiest she had ever been, happier than she thought possible.

Four years later she felt this very strong urge to go through Templar training and she truly believed it was God pulling her to this training. Templar training was a totally different beast than she thought it would be. She didn't realize what an affect her past had on her, anytime anyone yelled at her or went to fight her she immediately broke down. She reached a point while in training where she thought she wouldn't make it and questioned why she even went. Selenada was convinced she made a mistake but then remembered why she was there in the first place. God wanted her there for a reason. She grabbed onto her faith tightly and gritted her teeth, crying only when alone and refusing to show weakness to those around her. Somehow, by the grace of God, Selenada made it through.

Now she lives in one of the abounded churches that she brought new life to. She feels safe inside the church and closer to God. She spent years restoring this church and bringing it back to its glory and now it's almost completely finished. Selenada spends her time working on the outside of the church, mixing potions and helping those that come to her.


RP Sample: The Church represented many things for many people. To some it represented a place of peace, a place to find shelter. Others saw it as a simple building, the people and things discussed and performed making it a special place. Few found it to represent lies to keep people in line and under control. To Selenada it represented so much. To her the church, specifically the one she lived in, her home. Her safe place. A place of healing and love. A place to help others and shine light on her religion and beliefs. It was a place where she could be her complete self and be comfortable.

"Here," her voice broke the call silence of her the large church. Selenada extended her clutched hand to an old woman sitting in the pews. "Crush these and mix in water or soup. Any liquid you take in will suffice," she said as she sat down and placed the bag of herbs into the old wrinkled hands.

"And this will help my back?" The old woman's voice seemed to shake with each word.

"Of course. Sometimes our religion and praying can only go so far, with herbs and my alchemy I can further help people in ways our Lord cannot," Selenada explained and gave the small hunched woman a warm smile. "I will still pray every night for your back and hope you have a fast recovery." She stood and helped the woman up from the pew as well.

"Would you mind if I walked you back home? I have some errands to run anyways and I figure I could keep you company on your way home."

"I see no reason as to why not!" The old woman chuckled and linked arms with Selenada and led her out of the church.


I'm still working on her history and my RP sample, but i figure I would put up what I have while I take a little break. My mind is turning to mush.

[IronQuill]

"Trust in Iago..." (https://youtu.be/WamIZ_nDsk0)

Name: Iago Santoro, more commonly Iago the Fool

Age: 37

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Hetero

Class: Chevalier

- Abilities: Web Formation, Camouflage, Enhanced Stealth

Appearance: One look at Iago and just about anyone in Sanctuary would not be very impressed. 5’5” tall with a lean physique that implies some strength but more dexterity yet not enough food intake gives Iago the appearance of someone poor but dangerous. Rough honey colored skin, angular features for a face with a pointed nose and chin, dark green eyes, and a trimmed mustache. Shoulder length mess of jet black hair tied braided in dreads and adorned with colorful beads and small fetishes made from beaks and bone.

Equipment:
Casual Clothing: Iago’s taste in clothing reflects his station. Unassuming, functional, and comfortable. White blouse worn with a dark blue silk vest; trousers of a very dark shade of grey; black sash wrapped around his waist; black leather shoes; and a bowler hat.

Armor: Hooded mantle made from soft leather, a black bandanna for a mask, and leather vambraces. The left vambrace was several loops sewn to it, to hold the bolts he loads into his arbalest.

Weapons:

- Dagger: Ten inch blade, hidden in the sash with its scabbard
- wheellock .22 calibre pistol, hidden in the sash along with its ammo and powder.
- Arbalest: slung over his shoulder with a leash, the windlass for it can collapse into a storable form and is kept in a pouch stringed to his waist.
- Grapple hook: a three prong hook tied to a long length of hemp rope, also acts as impromptu flail if the need presents itself.

Personality: To call Iago the Fool an odd fellow would be like calling a lit forge “toasty”. Nothing he does seems normal to anyone; he speaks in the third person even in the presence of his superiors, his accent is a shadow of a culture long lost to the plagues and now only seems out of place in greater Sanctuary. Passive, foppish, perhaps even cowardly, Iago is and will simply always be the Fool of the Templars, the enigma that is ignored.

However quirky he is, Iago possesses depth to him. Despite his own stumblings, Iago is proficient at what he does and does it with a vigor that a zealot could respect. He is trusting, dutiful and charming to his fellows. He pays no heed to the game of lies the corrupt and powerful play, merely acting out the duties of his station.

And if you fall for that act, then Iago the Fool is doing his job right. For you see, Iago is no foppish Templar, but a spy for a much greater power in Sanctuary. The man Iago truly is is a far more dangerous, whose lies are like honey and scruples are few. His view on the world is as dark as the eyes of a wendigo, and he sees no reason why he cannot profit from the misery and taint the world has succumbed to.

No commission too dangerous, no soul too innocent.

History: A long time ago, before the beasts tainted the world, there thrived a kingdom. Its lands were south of where Sanctuary now stands. Its people valued guile and cunning over strength and power, thus many spies and assassins came from this kingdom, carrying out their dirty deeds in the shadows of countless nations. This kingdom was lost to the plagues, its people driven to extinction, save for a scant few who sought the safety of Sanctuary and sacrificed their freedoms for sanctity. Those who came after their forebears hated the overbearing authority of the city’s masters, and sought the little places where the reach of the Divines could not touch, the slums and borderfields. Their blood diluted with each generation, their distinct features nearly disappeared, and the history of this once cunning people became mere whispered myths.

Iago does not know much of his ancestors, only that he takes after them almost to an exact point. Born a bastard to a poor seamstress in the slums, Iago learned life would never be fair and only those who knew opportunity knew prosperity. He worked as a spy as a young man when he became too old for thieving markets and cutting purses, thieving secrets and cutting throats for petty gangs in the eternal war for Sanctuary’s dregs. Working for gangs turned to working for the drug cartels, ambushing couriers and deciphering routes. As he grew older, he found himself getting much better at his work. He saw to that his reputation with his work grew slow, for a spy with a reputation is a spy with a target on his back, and began work with corrupt elite of the city. Where his name was of no importance to the nobility.

For awhile he traded the unseemly truths of the corrupt for profit and thought himself untouchable in his trade. However, one day Fate bluntly disabused Iago of this notion. He had run afoul of men far nobler than he, men under the service of the formidable Inquisitor Luther Darkwood. The thrashing he received was expectantly brutal and just as he thought the last inch of his life would be snuffed by a pistol pressed against his forehead, Fate seemed to intervene again, this time on his behalf. Another man came upon a scene, one more powerful than the men who served Darkwood: The Archon Balthazar Hills.

Now a spy in the Archon's pocket, Iago is a cog in Hills’ machinations to dismantle the Templar Order and see its secrets come to light. And this suits this Iago just fine. The last words to the Archon before being sent off to enlist with the Templars:

“Trust in Iago...”

RP Sample:

It was early morning and sun rose on brightly the gleaming spires of Sanctuary's heart, and in the long shadow those spires cast sat a church, long abandoned and dusty, sat nestled in the city's deepest slums. Iago sat in the one remaining furniture in the small chapel that did not succumb to rot or the trappings of cob webs, the confession booth. Iago took a deep breath, ignoring the smell of must and dirt, and said, "Forgive Iago, Father, for he has sinned..."

The screen viewport's opened upon and Iago could see the vague silhouette of the man behind it. "Speak," The man spoke, voice dry and raspy. Iago fiddled with something in his hand, an envelope.

"Iago stole from a man the night before," He said. "Stole from him the paper in his pocket. Not his money, Heavens' forbid, for Iago is not that petty. Iago stole from him a letter. A letter containing an unseemly truth of an order of good men. It seemed so easy...." He began stroking his mustache, thinking about last night. As he said, it seemed so easy. An old priest of sorts, a mendicant by the tattered robe on his back. All it took to get to the letter was an act; empty flask in one hand and stumbling gait. One clumsy brush against the monk's shoulders in the moon's light was all it took to grab that letter and a hasty apology from the old man.

"Iago had read the letter, man has masters. The Templars, they use the old man to spy on dissidents in the borderfields, men of fighting who speak poorly of the Templars. What they do next, it is not said in the letter. Though this hardly seems like the behavior of our City's most holy warriors, no?"

The man behind the screen made no sound, or even a hint of movement. "Leave the letter in the booth," He finally said, shutting the screen port. Iago smiled wrly, he got out of the booth leaving the letter inside as instructed. "Tell our master that Iago shall have more for him to study next we meet," He said, "Iago must return to the Templars soon, for he will be late for drills. He mustn't raise suspicion."

Just as he was about to pass through the chapel's oaken doors, he turned his gaze back to the old musty confession booth. He smiled much wider, realizing the man in the booth would not be leaving so soon.

"Trust in Iago..." Those words echoed against the walls. "...For he shall bring you truth."

[Aureyon]

Name: Octavius Elijah Warren

Age: 25


Gender: Male


Sexual Orientation: Undetermined.


Class: Blackguard
Abilities: Poison Generation, Scale Armor, Seismic Sense



Appearance:
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Seemingly springing from the ancient stories, he bears the body of a Grecian Gladiator. Living on the fringes of civilization tends to mold one into a warrior far more quickly than those living closer to the great city His eyes are the color of the coldest rays of moonlight. His face bears a solitary wound, stretching from just below his left eye all the way to his left ear, showing that he is no stranger to fighting, and further examination upon his face would reveal young and prominent lips with a sharp nose. His facial hair is trimmed, but rugged left to grow out again. His hair is the color of a wheat field and cut in the caesarian fashion.

He stands at a rather average height, but has filled out well beyond 'average', his muscles becoming as evident as if they were made of iron. On the fringes, it is a constant fight for your life, so it is expected that he already bears the scars (and body) of a seasoned warrior. It is no surprise that the boy has a map of his past etched forever onto his body by the scars and wounds that decorate his skin. His eyes still retain their youthful vigor and wheresoever his eyes fall, it seems that they see far more than they should.

He also bears a self-designed tattoo (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a5/f7/cf/a5f7cf5e9fdefe2c42def2ebb07ba6f9.jpg) in golden-rod color spanning to the wrist of his right arm to his right collarbone, and all the way down to his waistline -- and widened to fit across his right breast down to his waistline. If one looked closely enough and at the right angle, they would see that the series of tribal patterns formed the name of Gadriel in ornate script. The 'G' and 'A' reached to his mid-arm where it then elegantly flows into the letter 'D', which in turn flows to meet the 'R' and continues in this pattern down his chest until it reaches his waistline and fully spells out the name of the Aspect of Kindness.







Equipment
Casual Clothing: Generic Shirt and Trousers, with suspenders (http://cdn11.lbstatic.nu/files/looks/medium/2013/10/18/3349262_open-uri20131018-4425-1ypu0f.jpg?1382072537) and a pair of simple brown boots. (pictured above). Exclude the hat.
Armor: A simple set of lblack hardened leather armor (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/cc/68/9c/cc689c9ddf6e2116ee2b078527c98362.jpg) with a silver helmet (http://www.blackcountrymetalworks.co.uk/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/285x0/17f82f742ffe127f42dca9de82fb58b1/g/l/gladiator_helmet.jpg)(colored the deepest shade of ebony) that provides unhindered vision with small spikes as an added defense. He wears a pair of light traveling boots so as to move quickly on the battlefield.
Weapons:
A silver sword (http://i410.photobucket.com/albums/pp183/Zen_Katsuragi/SilverSword.jpg) engraved with a cross just above the hilt on the blade itself. It bears the pommel of a monsters skull.

A Recurve bow (http://www.merlinarchery.co.uk/media/catalog/product/s/c/scythian-detail-1000_1__2_1.jpg) with bladed tips where the bowstring connects just beneath the blades. The bow has been treated and hardened so as to be more durable than a regular bow. It has a quiver of 20 silver tipped arrows.
Misc:
Healing Salve (x 4), Torpor (x 3), Numbing Oil (x 2)

Personality:
Faithful and Loyal: Octavius learned the value of faith while in Zion and Hirod, and as such holds God in the highest regard, taking it so far as to dedicate himself to the Will of God and follow the path of the Righteous. He believes that to bring light back to the world, all the dark must be destroyed. He is also loyal to a fault to those that prove themselves worthy of his loyalty. If you are counted among his friends, or those that deserve his loyalty, you will find no greater ally than him. He is a defender of sorts, in that he would put himself in harms way to protect one that he deems a friend.

Determined and Single-Minded: Here lies his greatest, potentially fatal, flaw. His determination can push him to perform extraordinary feats not thought capable of him at first glance, but it can also lead him to become set on a single path, oblivious to all others before him. If he sets his mind to something, you can bet that it will be done but once he sets off upon that particular path; he is not easily swayed from it. Although, if it becomes a choice between his friends and his path (and the bond is strong enough) he will chose his friends over his path.

Kind and Compassionate: He is likely one of the kindest souls you would ever meet on your travels, a trait passed down from his mother to him before she died. This kindness does not extend to those he deems servants of darkness, or the corrupt. He has a particular soft spot for those who are unable to defend themselves, likely an after effect of the scene he witnessed in Hirod when he was still young. His compassion stems from the compassion shown to him by the man that became his father. It is only right that he show the same compassion that was shown to him to those around him.






History:
Octavius was born into the chaos that was Malachi, his mother a victim of the Templars physical abuse that gave rise to the hate that now festered in the hearts of all within Malachi. He, being a child of rape, had a difficult life in his early years, hardly older than five - he found himself the victim of malicious attacks by other children of the village who knew his lineage. The attacks were often verbal, some rare few physical, but it should have been enough to break the will of such an innocent soul; but it did not break him.

His mother, a worker on the docks, noticed the abuse that her child received and after a further year of enduring the abuse she packed up her belongings and left the the town of Malachi with her six year old child in tow. She had to escape the abuse that had befallen her child. They had to escape the memories that were still etched upon the walls of that cursed town; the town of the Faithless, is what his mother would call Malachi.

They made the trek across the borderlands to the mining town of Hirod, where they began to forge a new life from the ashes of the old one. It was here that his life began to improve significantly better than in Malachi, his experiences of that place being all but forgotten by the new ones from Hirod. At the age of seven, he began to labor under the guidance of one of the guards sent by Sanctuary to protect them from the Scourge Beasts that would, on occasion, attack the town.

For seven years, Octavius would train under this man in the ways of the sword. His skill increasing each and every day that he would train, further evidence that he was a quick learner and an even faster study. Throughout his years under the guidance of the man, his views began to alter, no longer was the man just a man; he had become a 'father figure' to Octavius. His mother would notice this change as well, and this led to the eventual union of his mother to this man, giving Octavius a true father and one that he so deeply cherished.

Alas, for every good thing there must be bad and this held true in Octavius' case. At the age of sixteen, the town of Hirod fell under siege by a sizable group of Scourge Beasts. The scourge beasts known as Lycan had traveled in a formidable pack, and had managed to infiltrate Hirod with the townsfolk, and their guards, being none the wiser until it was too late.

Such destruction was wrought on that night, and such wanton pain was felt as his world shattered before him. He witnessed the deaths of both his mother and father at the malevolent jaws of the Lycan threat. He had managed to escape notice of their senses due to the torrent of blood that covered him, both his mothers and fathers, masking his scent from the creatures.

In the year following the attack, he would use his training to defend his home from the threat of the Scourge Beasts, becoming a self-proclaimed defender of Hirod. Still considered a child among the townsfolk (seventeen), he would fight with the guard that arrived from Sanctuary. It was one such fight, that brought the scar that would forever mar his face, the result of falsely believing a monster to be dead, only to have it rear up and attempt to tear his throat out. Fortunately, he survived the ordeal with only a scar that stretched from beneath his left eye to his left ear. His hearing on his left side is far less astute than that of his right side, causing him a great deal of trouble for future fights.

It was on the morning of his eighteenth birthday, that he left for Zion intending to be inducted into the Order of the Templars. After several weeks on the road, and a fierce determination guiding his footing, he found the town and enlisted as a militant. He quickly surpassed expectations in his training and exhibited a strength not many would possess, and when given the opportunity and without second thought, he chose to undergo the field test to become a Templar in name and deed.

It was no surprise that he survived the ordeals, but try as he may, he could not remember what made him worthy of becoming a Templar. Nevertheless, he exhibited a natural talent for sensing structural frailties -- likely some innate ability from his time in Hirod's mines. It was through this natural gift that he chose the path of the Blackguard; though it was not in the way that many expected.

He chose to follow the path of Gadriel, the Aspect of Kindness, and as such molded his abilities to better suit this path. He considers the archangel to be his patron and as such often offers prayers to him above all others. Following the path of Gadriel, he used his abilities as a Templar to soothe, even to heal the wounded and dying.

It has been seven years since his induction into the Templar Order, and already he can feel the weight that the order bears upon their shoulders. It was in the order that he found his faith in God and his sense of morality; and it was very clear. All things dark are to be rooted out and destroyed, so that all things light and good may thrive.


RP Sample:


As the light of the dawn crept over the walls of Sanctuary, they would meet the form of a man kneeling in silence upon the highest point on the wall. His lips moving in unintelligible words, but obviously offering prayers to Gadriel and God at the dawning of a new day. He could be found kneeling in the same place every morning. It was moments like these that kept him fighting for good, the little moments of happiness and peace that seemed to drain away the troubles of reality.

Orbs of moonlight rose to meet the rays of the sun as it burst over the horizon, his eyes akin to the purest white as the light met them. He turned away from the light just it lit up his wheat-colored hair and began to make his way towards the steps that would take him down to the streets of Sanctuary. His clothing being rustled gently in the soft breeze that met him as he descended into the shadowed streets, where the light had not yet touched. A chill raced along his skin as the warmth of the light left him as quickly as it had come.

"Octavius!" a young voice gleefully reached his hears as he sensed the swift footfalls of a child rushing to meet him. Those orbs of moonlight turned to meet the voice that had called his name, and a light of amusement sparked within them. Just as he had turned to meet the voice, he felt a body leap into the air and come crashing into him with a soft giggle.

"Well, what are you doing up so early Miss Annalise?", his voice as soft as velvet but as deep as a beating drum, questioning the young girl that was now in his arms as he began his ascent into the heart of Sanctuary, where the child lived.

"I followed you, of course," the young girl answered matter-of-factly, as if it was to be expected; which it was. The girl had become fast friends with Octavius upon his arrival into Sanctuary. He didn't know what drew him towards the young girl, but whatever it was - he couldn't managed to tear himself away from her. It wasn't love that drew him to her, perhaps it was her genuine innocence or the way that she smiled that reminded him so much of his mother.

No matter what it was, he had become dear friends with the little girl and he would see that no harm came to her. She was an orphan, fortunately taken in by a noble family whom he paid a great deal of money to to keep her safe. Of course, the child did not know that he paid for her safety, but it was not something that he was willing to share with her.

He looked back just as the light crept over the walls of sanctuary and lit up the darkness behind him, creeping towards him and the young girl as if it were a Scourge Beast on the prowl. And, so it was the two of them that ascended through the streets of Sanctuary, towards the heart of the city so that the little girl could return home.

As he looked down upon her, he found a smile tugging at the corners of his lips until he looked forward and a light of amusement and happiness danced in his eyes at the presence of the girl. She always managed to brighten his day further, and he knew that today would be a good day...

[AngelWing]

I can't find a picture that I like....that's all I need. I'll look tomorrow.

[Sonic]

Wow three CS in!!!

@TheTexanQueen: Woah O___O Selenada is a lot like how I imagined Amittay's mom to be. They are going to have an interesting friendship.

[Scottie]

Name: Sophia Adams


Age: 23


Gender: Female


Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual


Class: Blackguard
Abilities: Poison Generation, Scale Armor, Seismic Sense.

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Standing at 5’6 with a slim but defined figure, she is often passed over. Sophia has shoulder length dark brown hair which is pulled up into a tight bun when in armour, when off duty she will let it sit as it naturally dries in loose curls and soft waves. With cream coloured skin and dark brown eyes, she gives off an almost innocent first impression. Her body is littered with thin small scars, especially over her upper arms and thighs. She often cuts a vein to gain her blood and will often be seen with bandages littering her arms.

A scrappy fighter, she uses speed to outmaneuver her opponents. She quickly picked up the bow and arrow during her training, showing skill in her precision in deadly kills. She rarely fights in close combat but when it is forced upon her she gives her all.



Equipment
Casual Clothing: Normally seen in dark earth coloured clothing. Legging like trousers, paired with a cream shirt and tight fitting waistcoat, finished with her signature heavy brown boots. Keeping to her childhood she hides a small silver cross under her clothing at all times.

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She only uses the covering over the face and head when she is in battle. She also had a tendency to rip the cloth away from her arms in a last minute attempt to reach her veins.

http://i532.photobucket.com/albums/ee326/celine_diaz89/Bowandarrow.jpg
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Small daggers are used only when she has limited arrows left, or she is forced into close quartered fighting.
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All her weapons will be coated with her blood before battle. She often has little vials of her blood stashed on her person in case of emergency's.



Personality:

Sophia supposedly has her father’s temperament, calm even when under extreme pressure. This calm demeanor will crack when the right pressure is placed. Pure extreme anger will break through and she gives no thought to her own safety. Years of squashing these emotions, Sophia taught herself to hide these feelings and never try to use them for her advantage.

Gone is the young girl who gave forgiveness to all, she sees all as sinners in this horrid world herself included. Sophia holds a single shred of her faith behind, she believes that only with the destruction of these monstrous creatures will God return to them. An old soul in a young woman, she views the world with a spiteful gaze and cold heart. Quiet, preferring to watch the goings on of others, allowing them to break each other as she sits on the side lines. She does have the strange ability to command a room, learning how to make her voice bounce and fill a space from her father.

She has a pure and burning hatred for the royal classes, believing them to be responsible for the slums of the city. This hatred is kept hidden under wraps and only peaks out in small snapping words and glares. She will not be swayed in this hatred when fighting. Growing up on the streets, she learned how to defend herself with poisonous words. No matter the gentle heart of her “family” she was a quiet but angry child. Sophia has managed to quell her anger and is now often viewed as a cold almost snobbish quiet woman, much to her own amusement.

The only shred of kindness comes forth with children. They are pure precious creatures in this dark world, they must be fiercely protected from the hatred and evil that lurks in the streets. It is the only time that she will smile or speak freely with what could be perceived as happiness. They are her one weakness.

When fighting, all previous personality traits will go out of the window. She likes to taunt her opponent, using their anger to her advantage. She will sneer, smirk and tease, all in any attempt to get the upper hand especially with her small stature. When the battle is over, she will quickly return to her cold and quiet ways.



Found as a days old child on the steps of a crumbling church in the slums of the Sanctuary, she was taken in by an elderly priest. Gifted his name, he raised her as well as he could in darkness that sleeps in the city. From day one she was taught the way of God and in her younger years she was fiercely loyal to the religion of her father. Sophia learned and believed that with faith the Lord would protect them, rid these evil creatures from the world and bring the city to the prosperity it’s people needed. It was when she was 8, seeing the castle from afar, seeing the grand houses and knowing they were filled with food, gold and happiness that she grew spiteful. Why shouldn’t they have those riches, why shouldn’t they all have the opportunities those spoilt brats had. She was still a child of the slums even if she did reside with her father in the middle level.

Strangely, after a small scrape amongst her and another child, she showed her father her ability to defend herself. Her kindness and faith disappeared as soon as the first blow hit her skin. Crashing blow after blow into the small girl she fought against, she had to dragged off her by her hair. This deep rooted anger filled her father with fear. The child would never truly leave the slums. Her father spent her next years teaching her to control this anger deep within her. It was in this time that she learned about the Templars. These men and women who were protectors of the church. They seemed to have the right idea as Sophia thought, to rid the world of the evil of the Scourge you needed to destroy every single one of them.

This anger burned deep within her for many years as he attempted to find out about her past. Who her parents truly were, why they had such faith in the church to leave their child there. Why did they leave her behind? Sophia had accepted from a young age that her parents didn’t want her, that they were probably unable to feed her or were drug addicts of the slums. She knew she was better off with Father Adams. He passed away when she was 14. Not seen legally as his family she was out on the streets.

Sophia returned to the slums where her father had fed family’s for many years. Hiding in the shadows, she managed to survive with only minor scrapes and limited dabbling in the drugs of the city. Still viewing herself as her fathers daughter, she tried to keep her faith. But it was violently squashed out of her.

As days passed by her, she realised her only escape from a life in the darkness was to head into the military. Some shred of her past faith stayed deep within her as she tried to follow the footsteps of many into the Templar order. The process near enough broke her, clinging onto that hope that she could try to complete her fathers wish of bringing faith back to the masses. In some twisted way she believed that through ridding the world of these horrid creatures, God and light might return to the world.

Sophia had a darkness within her which is why the Blackguard class was bestowed upon her. She had poison floating through her veins before, she found it fitting that her blood now was poisonous. She felt a new found power and thoroughly enjoys her service…even if it doesn’t always look it.



With her body low to the ground, she placed a palm flat on the cold concrete. Her eyes searching through the darkness for any movement. A small burst of vibration came from her left and she snapped her eyes across to the man who stood half hidden by a pillar. She let her eyes flick over her surroundings, they were now hued almost to a dark purple. But she could make out the crumbling structure that they stood within. In near perfect silence she moved a step to her left, raising her body slowly from the ground. A hand moved to the knives strapped to her back as she slowly crept closer to her prey. The closer she got the stranger the individual appeared, she blinked rapidly seeing flaws in the picture. His arms were strapped to his sides…he looked like one solid unit.

Movement to her right and she just managed to turn her eyes to the hand which gripped her around the throat. Crashing her back against the wall. “Keep your eyes open Adams.” Growled the owner of the hand biting at her neck. Her own hand was pressed to his neck, the knife digging into his skin. A lamp was lit behind him, enough to show Sophia her attacker. She lashed out again as the man chuckled and dropped her to her feet. She removed her hand from his neck, happy to see a small line of crimson against his skin. “Fuck sake Erickson. It’s a training exercise.” Came her raspy reply as she glared up at him.

The man merely chuckled again and glanced over his shoulder at the man holding the light. “Come on. That’s enough for today.” Sophia snapped her eyes to the hastily made contraption to her left, the one used to confuse her. Make her think she had found her victim. Erickson cleared his throat and made a small gesture with his head. It had just been a training exercise, something to keep them attuned with their new powers and to make sure they were always on their toes. Sophia dragged her eyes back to him and moved her hand to her mouth. Wiping up the blood that had trickled from the corner of her lips. Erickson scowled and Sophia raised an eyebrow sticking her tongue out. Showing the deep bite mark she had made in the pink flesh of her tongue. “Oh you wouldn’t have.” He said crossing his arms over his chest as Sophia walked by.

Sophia let out a soft chuckle, her mind conjuring up the image of his howls of pain. The way his flesh melted from his face, how he eventually struggled to breath as the pain became overwhelming until he dropped to his knees. All because she spat at him. A mixture of blood and saliva hitting him in the face, corroding through the flesh. She passed him and pulled her hair down letting it bounce on her shoulders, “Who knows Erickson Who knows.” She said continuing towards the soft orange light.



Hope this is alright. Tell me if I need to change anything :)

[TheDoctor]

Here's my CS nearly done. Hope you like it so far, Kayne.



"Trust in Iago..." (https://youtu.be/WamIZ_nDsk0)

Name: Iago Santoro, more commonly Iago the Fool

Age: 37

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Hetero

Class: Chevalier

- Abilities: Web Formation, Camouflage, Enhanced Stealth

Appearance: One look at Iago and just about anyone in Sanctuary would not be very impressed. 5’5” tall with a lean physique that implies some strength but more dexterity yet not enough food intake gives Iago the appearance of someone poor but dangerous. Rough honey colored skin, angular features for a face with a pointed nose and chin, dark green eyes, and a trimmed mustache. Shoulder length mess of jet black hair tied braided in dreads and adorned with colorful beads and small fetishes made from beaks and bone.

Equipment:
Casual Clothing: Iago’s taste in clothing reflects his station. Unassuming, functional, and comfortable. White blouse worn with a dark blue silk vest; trousers of a very dark shade of grey; black sash wrapped around his waist; black leather shoes; and a bowler hat.

Armor: Hooded mantle made from soft leather, a black bandanna for a mask, and leather vambraces. The left vambrace was several loops sewn to it, to hold the bolts he loads into his arbalest.

Weapons:

- Dagger: Ten inch blade, hidden in the sash with its scabbard
- wheellock .22 calibre pistol, hidden in the sash along with its ammo and powder.
- Arbalest: slung over his shoulder with a leash, the windlass for it can collapse into a storable form and is kept in a pouch stringed to his waist.
- Grapple hook: a three prong hook tied to a long length of hemp rope, also acts as impromptu flail if the need presents itself.

Personality: To call Iago the Fool an odd fellow would be like calling a lit forge “toasty”. Nothing he does seems normal to anyone; he speaks in the third person even in the presence of his superiors, his accent is a shadow of a culture long lost to the plagues and now only seems out of place in greater Sanctuary. Passive, foppish, perhaps even cowardly, Iago is and will simply always be the Fool of the Templars, the enigma that is ignored.

However quirky he is, Iago possesses depth to him. Despite his own stumblings, Iago is proficient at what he does and does it with a vigor that a zealot could respect. He is trusting, dutiful and charming to his fellows. He pays no heed to the game of lies the corrupt and powerful play, merely acting out the duties of his station.

And if you fall for that act, then Iago the Fool is doing his job right. For you see, Iago is no foppish Templar, but a spy for a much greater power in Sanctuary. The man Iago truly is is a far more dangerous, whose lies are like honey and scruples are few. His view on the world is as dark as the eyes of a wendigo, and he sees no reason why he cannot profit from the misery and taint the world has succumbed to.

No commission too dangerous, no soul too innocent.

History: A long time ago, before the beasts tainted the world, there thrived a kingdom. Its lands were south of where Sanctuary now stands. Its people valued guile and cunning over strength and power, thus many spies and assassins came from this kingdom, carrying out their dirty deeds in the shadows of countless nations. This kingdom was lost to the plagues, its people driven to extinction, save for a scant few who sought the safety of Sanctuary and sacrificed their freedoms for sanctity. Those who came after their forebears hated the overbearing authority of the city’s masters, and sought the little places where the reach of the Divines could not touch, the slums and borderfields. Their blood diluted with each generation, their distinct features nearly disappeared, and the history of this once cunning people became mere whispered myths.

Iago does not know much of his ancestors, only that he takes after them almost to an exact point. Born a bastard to a poor seamstress in the slums, Iago learned life would never be fair and only those who knew opportunity knew prosperity. He worked as a spy as a young man when he became too old for thieving markets and cutting purses, thieving secrets and cutting throats for petty gangs in the eternal war for Sanctuary’s dregs. Working for gangs turned to working for the drug cartels, ambushing couriers and deciphering routes. As he grew older, he found himself getting much better at his work. He saw to that his reputation with his work grew slow, for a spy with a reputation is a spy with a target on his back, and began work with corrupt elite of the city. Where his name was of no importance to the nobility.

For awhile he traded the unseemly truths of the corrupt for profit and thought himself untouchable in his trade. However, one day Fate bluntly disabused Iago of this notion. He had run afoul of men far nobler than he, men under the service of the formidable Inquisitor Luther Darkwood. The thrashing he received was expectantly brutal and just as he thought the last inch of his life would be snuffed by a pistol pressed against his forehead, Fate seemed to intervene again, this time on his behalf. Another man came upon a scene, one more powerful than the men who served Darkwood: The Archon Balthazar Hills.

Now a spy in the Archon's pocket, Iago is a cog in Hills’ machinations to dismantle the Templar Order and see its secrets come to light. And this suits this Iago just fine. The last words to the Archon before being sent off to enlist with the Templars:

“Trust in Iago...”

RP Sample: WIP

I love Iago already, he's gr8

[☆Catwoman☆]

Aww, I want to give Selenada a hug...and Yelena might, too. :P

I do have a question about her, though. If she is so emotional and easily distressed, how did she get through both the militia training and then the Templar field test? How does she manage as a Templar?

I agree with Doc; Iago is awesome. And even though Octavius isn't complete yet, I can already see Yelena purring at him. I know I am (mrrow).

Sophia is baaaad. That poisonous blood comes in handy...and by all appearances she is going to HATE my toon...

[SikstaSlathalin]

Would it be possible to play someone from the Amos area?

[TheDoctor]

Would it be possible to play someone from the Amos area?

Alas, it would not. Amos is long gone and long forgotten

[TheDoctor]

Would it be possible to play someone from the Amos area?

Alas, it would not. Amos is a filthy fucking DOUBLE POST

[The Texan Queen]

Sonic; Really? That's awesome!I was looking through the CS's and I knew our characters would get along.

Cat; And Selenada will probably turn redder than a tomatoe xD I'm working on her history now, which obviously has the training in it. That was the worst time of her life, emotionally jarring for her and she questioned why she was even there in the first place. She went through the training because God told her to and that's the only reason she made it through.

[The Texan Queen]

Sonic; Really? That's awesome!I was looking through the CS's and I knew our characters would get along.

Cat; And Selenada will probably turn redder than a tomatoe xD I'm working on her history now, which obviously has the training in it. That was the worst time of her life, emotionally jarring for her and she questioned why she was even there in the first place. She went through the training because God told her to and that's the only reason she made it through.

[IronQuill]

Mwuhahahahahahaha!! Now Iago is the popular one!

-Woops like a Zoidberg-

[LittleLionFire]

Hm, Leona has something similar in common with Octavius in that their mothers were raped, though he is a child or rape and she is not. But still. Mind if she sticks by him? Also, man that picture. Can I add him to my harem of men I wish were real? Lol!

[Aureyon]

Well, I believe that I am finished with Octavius now. If you see any problems, feel free to let me know and I will change them fix them as soon as possible.

@ LittleLionFire: I don't mind at all! And, yeah... There are loads of them in the album in relation to that kind of picture. haha

[Cfavano]

Hey, Matthew is hot, too. I imagine him looking kinda like Twisted fate.

[Sonic]

Hey I think we all know that Amittay is the hot one in this collection of digital men we found on the internet ;)

Btw you play League? Are you ranked?

[TheDoctor]

Anyone in this RP for hot digital men is in the wrong RP and may or may not get immediately slaughtered

[Cfavano]

No, I don't. I want to, but my comp can't handle it. I just know him from:


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tEnsqpThaFg

[The Texan Queen]

I added Selenada's history to her sheet. Working on the RP sample. I'm cleaning house today so I'm busy.

[LittleLionFire]

Don't worry TheDoctor, I am not in it for virtual men. I already have a folder for that on my iPod, no lie so I am good. Lol!

[Sonic]

Wow. that video just highlighted every thing amazing about League.

[Cfavano]

that's not the only one:


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vzHrjOMfHPY

[AngelWing]

Well, he came out way more detailed than I thought he would.........let me know if I need to change anything.

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Saul Vitraid

”People call me insane for all the things I've done, for this smile I always have, but I know I'm not the only insane one. I just have color (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JdZ3ZuP8-eM) and they don’t. Let them think or do what they want—I’ll still do what I can. I’ll keep this smile.” –Saul

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Class: Blackguard

Abilities: Poison Generation, Scale Armor, Seismic Sense

{His eyes are gold not blue}
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Most people know Saul by his gold hair that tends to stand out in a crowd. He always has a grin on his face, taking the most he can out of life. He’s built athletic and slender, skinner than most people because of all the running he did growing up. He stands at 6' even and weighs 179lbs on a good day--when he doesn't eat, he's closer to 170lbs.

He’s fit, and while he does have his scars, he keeps them covered. Both physically and mentally. He’s a kind-hearted guy with a smile to match—he seems to wear his heart on his sleeve.

Equipment:

Casual Clothing: White tunics or button-down shirts that he’ll leave unbuttoned from about mid-chest up for no particular reason save that he doesn’t care. They are however always long or mid-sleeve shirts and he never takes them off, even when it’s more than a hundred degrees out. Black or brown trousers and soft brown or black leather boots. Each is a little aged, but he doesn’t mind and they’re still in great condition.


Armor: This set of armor (http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8tdisZGJ51r3cbf4o1_500.jpg) is one he had crafted so he could move around. While it protects what major blood arteries and organs he has, that is about all it seems to protect.


Weapons: These double edged swords (http://thinkbannedthoughts.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/DoubleEdged.jpg) are balanced and light. They rest crossed on his back, the hilts sticking over his shoulders. His armor usually gets strapped on over them and the sheaths add a little extra protection.

These throwing stars (http://www.blowgun.com/images/XL1197-2.jpg) are also hidden on his person. He uses different styles to keep up with how many he loses, as well as have a varying lethal distance that he can be from his target.

He also has vials of his own blood that he uses—he’ll let two drops fall onto his blades edges. It is more than enough blood and if he needs more he has spare vials, same as any blackguard.

He always has a grin on his face or is laughing. Most tend to think that he doesn’t take most situations serious or is just outright oblivious to what is going on. The truth, however, is that he is taking everything in stride and putting it to memory. Keeping information for later, even if it is useless. If his smile ever fades and his face is blank, it would be best to be on his side rather than against him. Because whenever his grin fades, that is when he becomes dangerous and his true nature comes crashing to the surface.

He hates feeling slowed down or hindered, something that could get you killed back in the town he was born in. While not nearly as fast as a paladin or knight, he can still outrun other blackguards or a crusader. He has a tendency to be athletic, in that he can jump from building to building or from one moving horse to another of greater or lesser speed. He’s a natural adrenaline junky and always goes looking for his next thrill, which has included one of the tallest buildings found in Zion.

He hates it when someone assumes that he’s a natural born noble, and has said in the past that is the reason he wears his clothes the way he does. He was not born a noble and would never put himself on their level. He doesn’t consider himself better than anyone—he knows that he’s not, in fact—which is why many nobles piss him off or outright enrage him. To him, most nobles don’t care for those born in the lowest classes or the farthest cities of the Boarderlands. He’d rather they just stayed away from him while he stayed away from them.

He doesn’t have any real loyalty to the Sanctuary or the Church, or even the Templar Order. What he does have is loyalty to people he fights beside—he won’t die for a cause or an order, he will die for someone he deems worth his loyalty. He has a soft spot for the Boarderland towns and whenever someone talks bad about them or says that they’re just a bunch of misbegotten humans, he takes offense and speaks his mind. For now, his loyalty lies with the people of those towns—because they fight every day without God there to back them up.

When it comes to God, he believes there is one. You can’t be born if there isn’t one, because something besides your mother and father has to decide to let you live. He doesn’t pray fervently to this God, however, and only acknowledges him on certain small occasions. He figures, with the way things are in the world now, God still doesn’t completely have their back and humans are still mostly on their own. He’ll ask for forgiveness when he feels a regret for what he’s done and he’ll ask for protection of those he’s fighting with, and for the Boarderlands, but he’s never asked for such himself. To him, God is there—he’s just waiting for humans to catch up to the life planned for them. To him, God has given them a chance to make the world better—and they’re not taking it.

”We were all born into this Godless world the same way—screaming and crying. Unlike most, he’s just decided that the way he wants to leave it is holding a sword and grinning like a mad-man.”—Tryst Ward, childhood friend killed when they were seventeen in a raid.
The town records of Jericho say that Saul Vitraid was born on the night of a Beast attack, minutes after the last Beast had been driven off, and wouldn’t have a name for many years after. His mother, a frail young woman barely in her twenties, had come to Jericho and had spoken to no one of her origins or that of her child.

The only person to know much of her was the midwife that helped her deliver the small boy into the world. His father still had no name, but was a young Templar in the Sanctuary city. She had known about the pregnancy for months, but hadn’t told him and had decided to run away before he found out. She didn’t want her child near his father, who she whispered had caused her to become so frail and weak. The baby boy was healthy and well, but his mother died before she could even give him a name. For the years following, the child didn’t have a name and was called ‘boy’ for the most part of his life.
Despite being born a small child to a weak mother, Saul became a stronger boy every day that he lived. The older he became, the more his natural strength grew with him. He would always be the one getting out of trouble only because he could outrun whoever was chasing him and scale a wall if he had to get away. What friends he did have often dared him to do the most outlandish things and he would—then he would get away and prove to be twice what they were. Many of the other children were jealous of his talent, but at the same time knew they had things the boy of the street would never have. Family, a home, and for a while, a name. Still, the boy that had every reason to hate the world and everyone in it never stopped smiling. He always found a way to make others smile and laugh with him.

When he turned fourteen, he decided to ask the elder if he could name himself. While uncommon, the elder gave permission and his name from then on was Saul Vitraid. In the small, separated town of Jericho, he became a legend among the children. The one that could get away from anyone or anything. Over the next few years, he worked as a guardsman, leaving his troublemaking life behind with the gift of his new name. He became a fairly liked guardsman and often fought the beast whenever they came from the Plaguelands to raid the town.
When he turned eighteen, he still didn’t know what he really wanted to do with his life. Then, the village was attacked again by beast from the Plaguelands. Being a guardsman, he did what he could, but even then he was still only human. They lost three people and a much needed patch of their farmland was destroyed. After the attack, and with the elder’s blessing, he left Jericho to join the militant of the Sanctuary, in the hopes of becoming a Templar. Then, he would eventually return here and protect Jericho where the Sanctuary and God had left them to die.

This, of course, was no easy feat. Getting to Sanctuary was hard enough, and living in the slums was harder while waiting for either acceptance or rejection from the militant. Before his nineteenth birthday, however, he was accepted and enlisted in the militant, beginning his training within hours of completing his paperwork. He showed strength in swords and throwing stars, and hated bulky armor because it slowed him down. Most sparring matches, he refused to wear armor at all. Over the next few years, he saved up his money and had custom armor designed (what he currently wears in battle). He began living in Zion because it was outside of the Sanctuary and the main militant city.
When he turned twenty-one, he was drafted into the Templar Order and started his training. He showed strength in being a Blackguard and so his training was focused more on their natural talents. He excelled at his dual swords and rarely missed with the throwing stars that he used. When his blood became a factor, he became even better because he didn’t want to use his blood.

Thanks to his tendency to climb buildings and run over uneven ground, his Seismic Sense became a greater use to him. He uses that power to see what lies ahead of him so that he can plan what he’s going to do long before he reaches it. Is the building scalable? Is the wall low enough to jump or does he have to climb it? These questions are answered before he reaches the obstacle—it helped him excel in the training because of how fast his mind worked.
After being drafted, he moved back into the Sanctuary. While he knew that he would eventually have to if he became a Templar, it didn’t mean he enjoyed it or was happy about it. The Sanctuary was too corrupt for him, and apparently even for God, to feel comfortable being there. Still, he did as he was told and followed orders. He made due and still had yet to find anyone really worth his loyalty. He doesn’t think he will, but one can never know.

In all these years, he’s never stopped smiling and being a general goof-ball. Except when someone or something crosses the line. It’s rare his smile fades, but those rare times it has, it doesn’t end well for the one that caused his smile to fade. Those are the times when, after the battle, he’ll ask for forgiveness; those are the times he becomes close to God for a minute and forces his true self away again.

“Run, Saul! Get out of here!” Tryst yelled, turning heel and following Saul as he ran. Saul and Tryst were part of the guardsmen, had been for years—they were a formidable team. But this time was different. The beast came unlike before, taking out their night watch in silence before rushing in to the town. Tryst and Saul had just happened to be there, on routine patrol, when the last watch was killed. The vampire had seen them and was now chasing them through the streets. They had to ring the warning bell.

Tryst knew they wouldn’t make it, not before the vampire got them. He looked over at Saul as he ran, the man’s face covered in a wide grin despite the situation. “You’re faster, go on ahead! I’ll distract the blood-sucker back there and meet you at the gates!”

“Which set!?” Saul said, laughing and looking over at Tryst, who grinned back.

“The first, but if I ain’t there, then I’ll meet you at the third!” He yelled back before turning and drawing the vampire after him while Saul sprinted ahead, cutting over fences and obstacles in his way. Their on-going joke was that there were three gates: the ones to this city, the ones to Heaven, and the ones to Hell. The first gate was the city, the third was Hell; neither of them figured God would let them into Heaven.

Saul reached the bell just as a scream reached his ears. He yanked hard on the rope, the bell swinging on its own after the first tug, and turned, looking toward the gates. The vampire stood over Tryst’s mangled body, staring at Saul with a vengeance. That was the first time Saul’s smile faded and his gold eyes grew emotionless and blank. No one fought harder than him after that moment, his loyalty to Tryst spurring him on through each fight.

By the time the battle was over, the sun was rising. Saul knelt beside what was left of his friend, his eyes still blank and his smile still gone. “Guess I’ll see you at the third.”

There was a flash of light and the scene changed, making Saul blink as he looked around desperately. Tryst stood there, whole, smiling like a mad-man. He looked at Saul, saying, “Keep on the path you are, keep smiling, and I’ll see you again at the second gate.”


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Saul jumped awake, putting his hand to his aching head. It had been a long time since he’d been plagued by that dream. But, the end wasn’t the same. “The second gate…” he muttered, closing his eyes. He laid back down, thinking to himself. As he started to fall asleep again, his lip turned up into a smirk and he whispered, “I’ll stay on this path then…and meet you at the second.”

[LittleLionFire]

Ohmygod YOU USED KISE RYOUTA FROM KUROKO NO BASUKE!!! Lol.

Can he be one of the few friends Leona starts off with? Maybe? If so she will act different around him than the others.

[Sonic]

From what I understand you cannot use anime pictures. I had one for mine, but had to change it.

KnB is a great anime btw!!

[LittleLionFire]

SONIIIIIIIICCCCCCC I have not found another KnB lover...please please pm me about it! I would love to talk about it if possible.....

[AngelWing]

The pic is kinda just a temp hold until I find something else. Trust me, much as I enjoy KnB and wish I had more time for it, it's not the pic I really want. The form is finished, however, and I figured I'd go ahead and put it up while still trying to find something. That way, while looking, I can fix things and such too if things need to be fixed.

And yes, he can be Leona's friend lol

[Sonic]

Haha to tell the truth I haven't watched it in awhile so our conversation would be pretty one-sided.

Now, if you're a fan of Sword Art Online I can give you a list of things I would do if VRMMO actually existed!

[Cfavano]

Bah, SAO is a rip-off of .hack//

[LittleLionFire]

@angelwing
Awesome! And lol, I LOVE KnB.

@Sonic
Ha-ha, I don't really like Sword Art, never appealed to me...

[AngelWing]

Every anime is good for it's own reasons. Let's not argue. KnB is pretty cool, SaO is also really cool. I just haven't had time to watch them lol

[Cfavano]

there are some anime that are awful. Some are amazing.

My favorite is:


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jCX77Je16fk

[Sonic]

Yeah ,SAO definitely got a lot of ideas from .hack// no doubt, but to be fair a lot of the so-called "Greats" i.e. One Piece, Naruto, .hack//, HunterxHunter, Dragonball Z for sure, went on to influence tonnnnnnnnns of the anime we have today.

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Meh, tough I don't really like One Piece, but apparently a lot of people do so to each their own.

Speaking of horrible anime, I remember watching this one anime--can't remember the name right now--about this girl who is summoned by Zeus to teach love to a Gods from different pantheons--Norse, Greek, and I think Egypt, but can't remember.

It was so horrible.

Had to see a therapist.

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Meh, tough I don't really like One Piece, but apparently a lot of people do so to each their own.

Speaking of horrible anime, I remember watching this one anime--can't remember the name right now--about this girl who is summoned by Zeus to teach love to a Gods from different pantheons--Norse, Greek, and I think Egypt, but can't remember.

It was so horrible.

Had to see a therapist.

[AngelWing]

One Piece started out kinda slow, but now in these later chapters after the Great War it's really cool. And it's true, alot of the Greats influenced the new stuff.

[Cfavano]

for those of you who watch naruto, you know Neji's special move, the 64 palms?

Tell me if this looks familiar:


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ET6D2a_tJdM

(this is what I believe what the 64 palms thing was based off of)

[RedKayne]

Hey everyone, please calm down a little with the derailing here and get back on topic screw you Doc for rubbing off on me

I'm going to make updates soon regarding everyone's CSs

[Sonic]

Fist of the North Star...wonderful! But ya they are kind of similar. In this though he looks like he is just flicking the guy in the face, which looks really weird.

Here's Neji's 8 Trigrams for those who haven't seen it:



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dl8tKOL5Tyc

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Whooops, haha, sorry about that Kayne.

[TheDoctor]

SAO sucks and sucks and sucks. See my blog for more! But no more derailing.

And AngelWing, no worries about the placeholder picture. Character looks great, just find a non-anime picture when possible

[AngelWing]

Thanks Doc. I'm looking, but you know me. I always have trouble finding non-anime pictures. I'll find one as soon as I can haha

[Cfavano]

if any of you are wondering, my crossbow is similar to the one used in Van Helsing:


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5BEZX6AprZI

[Kris]

This sure... grew....

Will get a CS in the coming day!

[LittleLionFire]

Lol Sorry Maybe and Docter! Sidetracked.

Anyways, so excited!

[RedKayne]

@ Texan Queen: Everything looks good so far! Just remember, since she is a Chevalier, she does have the unlady-like ability of web generation, so that should be included with her list of abilities. I should say, she definitely seems to be Isaac's kind of woman (maybe not his kind of Templar though lol), and now only if he could get over Elena...

I also have a feeling I will have Anna tease her every once in a while, maybe even attempt to corrupt her, hehe

Just let me know when you are all finished with the CS!

@ Ninja: Yeah, I agree with my co-gms, Iagon is definitely going to be an awesome addition in the RP. Just let me know when you're finished with the RP sample!

@ Sunstrider and ScottishGal: Everything looks great so far for the both of you! I don't see any issues with either of your characters, and so they are both added to the accepted character list. Can't wait to see both of these Blackguards in action!

@ Angel: You're character looks great also! However, just to clarify real quick, you're character should be living in Sanctuary now as a Templar. I'm not sure whether he moved our or not from Zion since he was living there as a militant. Otherwise, you're character is accepted, just make sure to update me when your picture is found!

@ Kris: And that is why I have you three lovely co-gms to help me out with this large crew of misfits! Otherwise, I probably would fall apart since they would outnumbered me from 15 to 1 XD

But alright, can't wait to see your awesome character, Kris!

[Megilwen]

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Class: Chevalier

Abilities:
Web Formation - Chevaliers are able to form web through spit, and are able to create traps to slow down or even capture enemies.

Camouflage - Chevaliers can easily blend into their backgrounds, almost becoming impossible to see due to their near-invisibility. They must remain completely still in order to utilize their camouflage ability. This ability is normally useful for spying others, or as a last resort in battle to escape with one's life.

Enhanced Stealth - Chevaliers are easily able to sneak around with silent footsteps and quiet movement.


https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/b0/8e/0b/b08e0bdf223183daf144f499a0e3e01e.jpg
Marcella is small, which helps with her scouting allowing her to get into smaller areas. Her 5'3 frame is nimble and flexible. She weighs about 120lbs. She has dark brown eyes, so dark they nearly blend with her pupil.


Equipment


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Amor: As seen in image

Weapons:
-Hand-cross Bow - has small repeating function, able to shoot up to 4 shots; has several different types of bolts, from very basic wooden ones, to silver tipped, a grappling hook with attached rope, etc
-Long curved sword (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/f9/86/47/f9864720b07bd310a6d5793b6a43a777.jpg) - typically worn strapped to the back
-Armored Buckler - worn on left arm
-Carries - Catseye Elixir, Potion of Detection, Torpor, Healing Salve, and Potion of Vigor

Personality:
Marcella is calm, confident, and calculating. She's analytical, quick to interpret her surroundings and able to make snap judgements, though sometimes the judgements can be a bit reckless due to an overconfidence of her skills and abilities. She tends to listen more than speak, but when she does she's blunt and to the point, which often can make her appear rude. She's protective of the few people that she feels close to, fiercely loyal and protective. She doesn't hesitate in killing, should she believe that the target could cause harm to anyone. Otherwise she prefers incapacitation over killing.

History:
Marcella was born to Minister Hoefler in Jericho. She didn't know her mother and her father never talked of the woman, growing angry whenever the young girl brought it up growing up. She learned quickly not to question her father. Being the daughter of a Minister, she was raised to support and follow the church completely and being told the stories of the Divine King and how he was the voice of God. Marcella wished for nothing more than to join the Templars when she was old enough to become a weapon of God.

At the age of eighteen, Marcella entered into the training in Zion to follow her calling of being a Templar. However, the training was not as easy as she'd thought it would be. Every night she went to bed tired and every morning she woke up tired. It was obvious to her instructors that the stress was getting to the girl and if she managed to make it through the training, they never expected her to make it through the Templar trials. However, as the training drew near, something seemed to change in the girl. She seemed to find a center, something that helped to calm her and she began to do better in her training. Even further surprising everyone by signing up for the field tests and then surviving it becoming a Chevalier.


Marcella watched the fire flicker before her from the shadows of the trees. Normally, she preferred working with a team, however it was just a small team of bandits. She was probably going against protocol here, but she was confident in her skills. She'd survived the Templar trials, whatever happened in those anyways her memory was still fuzzy of that time. Turning her attention back to the small group in front of her.

According to the reports, this group had been waylaying caravans with goods headed with supplies toward Sanctuary. As such they couldn't be allowed to continue operating. Going against the Sanctuary was tantamount to going against God and as the hand of God, Marcella couldn't allow that to continue. She moved closer to the group quietly, her skill at stealth coming in handy, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. She counted six bandits. Four around the fire, one already asleep in the back, and the last watching the entrance of their camp. It was surrounded on three sides by cliff faces with only one way in, which would normally make it hard to be surprised. If a Templar hadn't gotten involved anyways. Across the narrow path and ahead of the one who was supposed to be standing guard, she'd laid a web trap in the way. If anyone decided to run it would stop at least two of them. The rest she'd hopefully be able to take care of.

Once that had been laid, she had snuck up on the guard and incapacitated him with a slight scratch of a stick she'd dipped in Torpor. It had taken a few moments, but he'd eventually dropped quietly and she'd tied him up pulling him into the brush off the side of the road to hide him in case one of the other bandits came looking for him. Now she was left with five. The sleeper was easy to get as well and she swiftly pulled him into the shadows tying him up.

From her side, she pulled her hand crossbow out and fitted it with a Torpor tipped bolt. Moving into position she lined up two of the laughing men and fired the bolt. It zipped past the first, cutting through the skin on his right arm, enough to give the him a dose of the drug before embedding in the arm of the second. They both dropped quickly enough after that. That left two more, who had both stood up at the first shouting an alarm and drawing their weapons. Too bad they were the only ones left. Marcella chuckled to herself as she moved closer.

The two men were yelling at one another, accusing the other of betraying the group and now turning their weapons against each other. It was amusing how quick these types were at blaming each other, when they should be focusing on the task at hand. The Templars would never fall to such petty arguments. Their arguing and Marcella's ability to blend with the surroundings allowed her to take a seat at their flickering fire and watch their argument for a few minutes before speaking up.

"For terrifying bandits. You two sure are morons."

They both turned surprised at the voice and one even managed to whisper "Templar" in what she guessed was a mixture of surprise and terror. The largest of the two men charged her, while the second ran away into the night. Her web would stop him. She turned her dark eyes to the man as he charged and popped up from the ground easily, blocking the swing with her bracer, while drawing her knife and hitting the man square in the temple causing him to drop like a stone.

By the time the rest of her team showed up the six bandits were tied up neatly next to the fire and Marcella had some of the bandit's food cooking against the flame.

"Templar Hoefler." Spoke her commander. "You were just supposed to be scouting."

"Their latest 'take' is in that cave back there." She replied instead. There was really no use arguing. What was done was done. But really it was six, bandits. It's not like a team was needed for that.

[AngelWing]

He moved, I'll add that--Back into the Sanctuary--I'll add it lol

How about this one? Make the blue eyes gold and this is kinda what I see. https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/8e/70/58/8e70582c87c1d38b69e6a4a7516f6179.jpg

[Cfavano]

I've noticed that a lot of people are choosing blackguards and chevaliers, but I do not think anyone's been a crusader or paladin yet.

[The Texan Queen]

Kayne; Oh gross. I was hoping I could just omit that completely! Can she choose to never use it unless absolutely needed? Lol I can only imagine how the interaction between Anna and Selenada will go! Working on my RP sample now and then I'll add the lovely web shit to the CS as well :)

[RedKayne]

Angel, that picture looks great to me!

Lol, Tex, yes, your character can avoid forming web from her spit unless it is absolutely necessary XD

Cf, its actually a good thing a lot of Chevaliers and Blackguards popped up lately. Didn't had any at all during the first half of CSs. There are actually a few paladins and crusaders, but most of them are from the early CSs

[Cfavano]

ah, I was afraid we'd be going into battle with no tanks or healers.

Kay guys, we should decide who's taking on what archetype in combat:

Meatshield: They take hits for the rest of the party, and can dish it back out as well. Occasionally they may have ways to force enemies to target them exclusively, or may focus more on evading attacks instead of taking them.

Berserker: Similar to the class of the same name. They do a lot of melee damage, but their reckless fighting styles often put them at risk for self-inflicted damage or reduce their ability to hit foes. In a pinch, they can substitute for a meatshield since they tend to have a lot of health and at least a passable amount of defense.

DPS: Their main goal is to deal damage. Depending on the specific character, this can be from close or long range, or tailored towards dealing either a whole lot of damage at once (also known as "Nukers") or a small but constant amount of damage over an extended period of time. However, they usually can't take many hits themselves and may need a meatshield to hide behind if they're not able to fight in close range effectively.

Support: They make your PCs stronger for a short time via buffs, keep them healed, and/or provide them with the stuff they need to get shit done. Problem is, they also have very few ways of defending themselves directly and may not even be able to fight back if attacked.

Nerfer: The direct opposite of the Support; instead of helping allies, they weaken enemies using traps, debuffs, status ailments, and so on. While useful, he is by far the most dangerous individual in the party, simply because how badly he can screw over his teammates if they piss him off.

Cheerleader: Everyone in the party who can't fight to save their lives. Expect them to either run away or hide as soon as the fighting starts.

Burglar: If you've read the Hobbit the name should clue you into what this guy does. It's not just about stealing, the Burglar does all the miscellaneous things that need sneakiness, from stealing to assassination.

Counter/Specialist: Good against one type of enemy, bad against everything else. Situational at best, and at worst they're a burden.

Jack of all Trades: They can do something of everything, but they won't be as good at it as a dedicated role might be.

Mutt: Any combination of the above roles. Common ones include Support/Nerfer and Meatshield/Berserker.

[AngelWing]

Yay! Perfect. On another note, Kayne, I added the new section to Saul's history and another paragraph to the Templar at Last to fill in the blank space. I got to thinking I hadn't mentioned his seismic sense at all so I put that in there.

[Aureyon]

So, Kayne if you have the time, I'd like to discuss an idea I had for my character as a blackguard. If you have time, I'm available now.

[TheDoctor]

ah, I was afraid we'd be going into battle with no tanks or healers.

Kay guys, we should decide who's taking on what archetype in combat:

Meatshield: They take hits for the rest of the party, and can dish it back out as well. Occasionally they may have ways to force enemies to target them exclusively, or may focus more on evading attacks instead of taking them.

Berserker: Similar to the class of the same name. They do a lot of melee damage, but their reckless fighting styles often put them at risk for self-inflicted damage or reduce their ability to hit foes. In a pinch, they can substitute for a meatshield since they tend to have a lot of health and at least a passable amount of defense.

DPS: Their main goal is to deal damage. Depending on the specific character, this can be from close or long range, or tailored towards dealing either a whole lot of damage at once (also known as "Nukers") or a small but constant amount of damage over an extended period of time. However, they usually can't take many hits themselves and may need a meatshield to hide behind if they're not able to fight in close range effectively.

Support: They make your PCs stronger for a short time via buffs, keep them healed, and/or provide them with the stuff they need to get shit done. Problem is, they also have very few ways of defending themselves directly and may not even be able to fight back if attacked.

Nerfer: The direct opposite of the Support; instead of helping allies, they weaken enemies using traps, debuffs, status ailments, and so on. While useful, he is by far the most dangerous individual in the party, simply because how badly he can screw over his teammates if they piss him off.

Cheerleader: Everyone in the party who can't fight to save their lives. Expect them to either run away or hide as soon as the fighting starts.

Burglar: If you've read the Hobbit the name should clue you into what this guy does. It's not just about stealing, the Burglar does all the miscellaneous things that need sneakiness, from stealing to assassination.

Counter/Specialist: Good against one type of enemy, bad against everything else. Situational at best, and at worst they're a burden.

Jack of all Trades: They can do something of everything, but they won't be as good at it as a dedicated role might be.

Mutt: Any combination of the above roles. Common ones include Support/Nerfer and Meatshield/Berserker.

heh, no

[Maya]

Man, you guys have been busy! Turn away for a day or two and the place explodes.

As for archetypes, I think Kiera would be the burglar. :ninja: Sneaky. But, I won't know until we actually start play. They're true personalities can often surprise you after few posts.

[Cfavano]

I wasn't being serious. I meant it to be fun.

[Maya]

I'm not serious about much of anything. *S* Maybe a few things.

Though the latter part is true.

[Sonic]

Being serious can be stressful.

[The Texan Queen]

I hate everything I write for the sample ):

[RedKayne]

Tex, if it helps, you can PM me any RP samples you have, and I can give you an opinion - more than likely I will like it since I know your previous works

[The Texan Queen]

I might do that tomorrow after work. She's just a different type of character than I normally play so I'm just trying to figure out how to go about it.

[SikstaSlathalin]

Hmm bummer on the AMos thing, I have a second city to come from.


A couple more questions.

Can I make someone who came from an alternative religious view like Daemon worshipers or something? He was raised in it but left and decided to lead a pious life as a Templar.

Could a char improve upon his enhanced abilities? Like I plan to make a Crusader who uses hand-to-hand combat and weapons and he has focused his training on being even stronger and tougher than your average Crusader?

And could I be from a nomad tribe that wonders the Black Mountains or something?

[TheDoctor]

Can I make someone who came from an alternative religious view like Daemon worshipers or something? He was raised in it but left and decided to lead a pious life as a Templar.

That sounds like a good idea! Sure


Could a char improve upon his enhanced abilities? Like I plan to make a Crusader who uses hand-to-hand combat and weapons and he has focused his training on being even stronger and tougher than your average Crusader?

No, not really. A character could theoretically understand how to, say, apply his abilities better, but that doesn't mean that his powers would be better than another person's. Once a character receives his or her powers, they're set.


And could I be from a nomad tribe that wonders the Black Mountains or something?

Not sure, I'll leave that up to Kayne

[SikstaSlathalin]

Alright.

[Yamimoon]

Here is my revamped profile!!



Name: Letum Alexander

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Class: Paladin

Abilities: Enhanced Speed, Enhanced Hearing, Sound Mimicry

Appearance: http://i745.photobucket.com/albums/xx91/fujiokaAkira/Heise%20Jinyao/White_snow_by_heise.jpg (http://media.photobucket.com/user/fujiokaAkira/media/Heise%20Jinyao/White_snow_by_heise.jpg.html)

Equipment

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He likes to keep his armor light so that he has free movement with no restrictions.



Sword – Is in the picture above.

Metal claw- Is on the right hand in the picture above.

Twin Daggers
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Personality: Personality- Letum is the kind of individual that remains calm no matter the situation, and is willing to try and calm down anyone that has lost their cool. He also has the confidence in his skills to take any challenge that is given to him without a second thought on what it might take to complete said trial or mission. He does have a problem with people that are loud mouths that don't know when to shut up. These people he chooses to just ignore, as well as anyone else that gets on his nerves.

He does have a sort of 'go with the flow attitude when it comes to interacting with people on a one on one basis. He spends his free time either lazing about the city, or in bars enjoying a drink or two. There are times when he can't be found, and when cornered about where he goes he gets a little defensive. Telling the inquisitive party that it is none of their business.

When he is in battle, he is calm and collected but he gets a little on the excited side. He loves to fight and kill things, and while fighting he is always smiling. He even enjoyes playing with his prey to the point of being cruel. Slowly killing them. Some say that he enjoys killing way too much.

History: Letum was born in the slums of Sanctuary. His family were poorer than church mice so to say, but they tried their hardest to make a good life for their son. Even though they both knew that there was no way they could have done so. They were almost at their wits end with how to feed their child, let alone themselves. Then one day a strange man approached the family. Making them an offer that would be difficult for them to refuse. The man was willing to buy their son from them. Paying them enough money that they would never have to worry about going hungry for the rest of their lives. He also told them their son would be taken care of for the rest of his life.

With a heavy heart his parents agreed to the terms. They loved their son, but they wanted a better life for him than they could provide. Handing over their child. As they did they told him that he would have a better life with this man than with them. So at the tender age of six years old. The boy was given to the man to watch over. From that day forward he would never see or know what happened to his parents. The strange man introduced himself as Aaron as they were making their way to what looked like a rundown cathedral. As soon as they entered to old abandoned building they walked to the Cross that was in the back of the building.

This cross was quite a bit different than the crosses that the church worshiped, the design is completely different. They stopped at the symbol, and Aaron pushed a hidden switch. The cross moved back, reveling stairs under it, leading deep underground. As they entered the hole on the ground the cross moved back to where it was. The tunnel was dark, and looked like it was made out of brown smooth stone. He would come to know that these tunnels were catacombs built by the order. Witch the section under the slums is only one of the many branches of the order. The only light that was provided was by mechanical torches that he would later find out were fueled by a natural gas.

Letum was surprised by all he had seen, and a little excited yet scared about what was going to happen to him. He had never been away from his parents, so this was a completely new experience. Aaron took the child to see the master of their order. When they entered the room an older man approached the child with kind actions and voice. He was welcomed into the order, and the older man introduced himself as Grand Master Raizel. He smiled Letum. He knew that children were the perfect recruits. They could be molded into the most loyal member of the order, and will be willing to sacrifice their lives without question. As the day turned to night Letum went to sleep, missing his parents. Thus from that day forward he was trained in the way of the assassins.

The training was intense, but the young child was determined to make his life better like his parents wanted, so he put his all into learning everything. His training ranged from Swordsmanship, Stealth, Hand to hand combat, climbing surfaces, their religion, how to kill his target, and a basic education. By the time he was fifteen years of age he was skilled enough in all of these areas to make him top of the class. Though there were only a handful of other trainees. Then came the initiation ceremony that would make him a full fledge assassin.

They all assembled at dusk in the old abandoned church. Letum and the other four recruits were ready for their first mission. The grand Master approached them from the tunnels. As he did all of the recruits went down on one knee in front of the man. They were taught to respect the position that he held. If you compared it to the church he was in the position of an Inquisitor. Smile at the newest members of his family. “Now is the time to put your training to the test. Complete your mission by sunrise. Inside of the letters you will receive is the name of your target, and what you need to acquire of theirs to prove you completed you mission!” Raizel said as he then approached each child. Once they received their orders they dispersed to find and eliminate their targets.

Letum’s target was a noble that was living in the upper regions of Sanctuary. So he needed to be quick about getting there without being seen. He made his way there, and assassinated the man without being detected. As he looked down at the man that was dead at his feet he vaguely remembered seeing him once before, but he couldn’t place where. Though he really didn’t care. A target was a target. He found the ring that was required to pass the exam, and he smiled as the corps. This was his first kill, and he found it to be exciting. “May you rest in peace eternal.” He said to the man as he then left building. He returned to the church with hast, and just so happened to be the first one back. Reporting to the Grand Master with the ring the man smiled. “You have done well, now come and enter the order as a full-fledged assassin.” Raizel said as he and Letum moved over to a cauldron.

Inside of the cauldron were red hot coals, and a couple of branding Irons. Letum took off his shirt, and turned his back to the grand master, who in turn branded Letum’s right shoulder with the mark of the order of assassins. He has taken several missions since that day. Then on the eve of his eighteenth year he was given a special mission that only he could accomplish. He has also become addicted to the drug Dolor. It hasn't fully removed his ability to feel as of yet, but he has been taking the drug since he joined the Templars.

His next mission he was to enter the Templar order and take it apart from the inside out. By taking out not only the Inquisitors that hunted them, but the Templar leader Archon Amelia Denaris. Who sends the inquisitors after the assassins. So he left the order to attend to his mission. He went through the training in the city of Zion, and attended the Trial to become a Templar. Now he is a Paladin class Templar, he fights for the Templar order and he will fulfill his mission no matter what the cost.



http://i886.photobucket.com/albums/ac62/Noblesse_Raizel/Killian-Jones-Captain-Hook-image-killian-jones-captain-hook-36586991-2000-3000_zpsvdwpvrmy.jpg (http://s886.photobucket.com/user/Noblesse_Raizel/media/Killian-Jones-Captain-Hook-image-killian-jones-captain-hook-36586991-2000-3000_zpsvdwpvrmy.jpg.html)

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Letum was walking down one of the tunnels that lead to the Grand Masters room. He had been specially summoned to his room, for what he figured was a mission. Though he didn't know why the master didn't send someone with a letter like he normally does. This is the first to he has been given orders by the grand master in person since his initiation.

When he reached the door he knocked and waited to be invited in. "Enter." Came the elderly voice of Raizel. So Letum entered the room closing the door. He then knelt down on one knee in front of Raizel. "What is it you wish of me master?" Letum asked as he remained kneeling.

Raizel looked down at their most talented assassin. He knew that if he sent him on this mission he might not return, by these orders came from above his head. Also he knew the other assassins will be forced to go after him because he will be labeled a traitor. But he had no choice in the matter. "Your mission is a confidential one. You can't even tell the others about it. You will also be branded a traitor to the order." He said in a serious yet saddened tone as he waited a moment before speaking again. "You are hear by orders to infiltrate the Templar order. From there you will destroy it from the inside out. So your targets are the Inquisitors as well as the leader of the Templar’s Archon Amelia Denaris. She sends the Inquisitors after us assassins, and this needs to stop. So for your family, you need to do this.” Raizel said as he waited for Letum to answer.

Letum was at a loose for words. He was being asked to give up everything he loves to end the tyranny of the Templars. He wanted to tell Raizel no that he needed to send another in his place. That he didn’t want to lose everything he loved a second time, but he could tell by the master’s tone of voice that he really had no choice. So this was an order from higher up. Regaining his composure he allowed what this would mean to fully sink in before moving. He then stood up from his knelt position, looking Raizel in the eyes. “For the sake of my family. I will do this, and I will apologies now for all of the lives that my blade will have to take.” He said as he turned his back to his master. He began to walk to the door. “Thank you for all that you have done.” He finished as he left the room and the assassin order.

[RedKayne]

@ Siks

Doc answered most of the questions right on the mark. Yes, you're character can be originally from a different religion.

No, your character cannot enhance his abilities and be better than another person's. However, after multiple years of experience, he should be able to better apply his abilities than most rookie Crusaders - like those that served for a year or two.

Please PM the idea you had in mind though regarding the nomad tribe, though. I'm not sure if we can incorporate due to the lore I have planned for the Black Mountains, but I would like to see if we can.

Your CS looks mostly good, Siks, but one thing needs to be fixed. Your character's proportions is rather unrealistic, and he would be severely obese as a 6'5'' male weighing 280 lbs. His ideal weight should be around 180 lbs, but I'm assuming you're looking for the muscular built, so he would be around 195 - 210 lbs instead.


@ Yamimoon

Your CS looks significantly better compared to the last one. Now that I notice - and this is kind of a minor thing - but I would recommend your character being a bit younger, because than he would be a Templar for seven years and hasn't really done a decent job of assassinating any of the Inquisitors or the Archon. I personally think it would be more plausible if he served 3 or 4 years instead - if not less, but that's just me.

I would like my co-gms to look through it also, and address any issues that I may have missed in our PMs.

To clarify to everyone, there is an Assassin's Guild acting as an underground network in the city of Sanctuary. The assassins mentioned in Yami's CS are part of one single branch out of many, and this Grand Master Raizel's position is similar to that of an Inquisitor. I will be in control of the higher-ups, but for now, their importance in the story won't be revealed until rather later.

[TheDoctor]

Yami: Your character looks fine to me. I'll be interested to see what an assassin in our ranks will do! I do agree with Kayne about the 7 years part, seems a bit too long

Siks: Lovely, a tanky character! Definitely agree with Kayne, 280 pounds, even for 6'5", is borderline obese

Also, something I was curious about:


In his suit of flexible black steel armor...

I'm a little bit confused about how a suit of black steel armor can be flexible. Otherwise, can't wait to see the rest of him

[TheDoctor]

Ass dicks fuck double fuck

[RedKayne]

Alright, Yami, you're character has been added to the accepted character list, welcome aboard! Just make sure you edit Letum's age.

Just waiting on Kris now, and hopefully she can get a CS up by today. That way, the IC can be up within the next day or two.

[Sonic]

@Kayne: Will we be allowed to make an assassin later on in the story?

[Yamimoon]

Changed the age to twenty! I didn't even realize that I did that, thanks for brining it to my attention.

[RedKayne]

@ Sonic: More than likely not, I'm afraid. Yami is so far the one exception, as I rather not have an RP full of assassins, and I would like to remain focused upon the Templars.

[Sonic]

Makes sense

[☆Catwoman☆]

@ Texan Queen: Just remember, since she is a Chevalier, she does have the unlady-like ability of web generation, so that should be included with her list of abilities.

Heehee...I see what you did there...

Edit:

Okay, so I am going to have to disagree with my fellows on this one, Siksta, and say that your character's proportions are ideal. As someone married to a bodybuilder who knows more about these things than anyone I know, if it is your intent for your toon to be a muscular, tank-like individual, 280 is just fine for someone who is 6'5". He would not be shredded, but plenty beefy without being considered fat. So this depends on what your ideal physique for him would be. If you want him to have a sort of balloon-y muscular look, you're fine where you're at. If you want him to be shredded with veins popping out and looking ready to step on stage in a banana-hammock, I'd go just a little less, say 260.

To put this more into perspective: my hubby is 5'10" and weighs about 195 in the off-season, and he is very muscular and has no unseemly fat to speak of. He's got abs. 180 or even 210 for a 6'5" individual would be lanky as crap.

[Kris]

-done-

Name: Renee Vel Grinz'berg


Age: 29


Gender: Female


Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual


Class: Chevalier
Abilities: Web Formation, Enhanced Stealth, Camouflage

Appearance:
http://unique-haircolors.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/Dark-Brown-Hair-2015-2016.jpg


Equipment : few potions, herbs and ointments of aid packed in small bag, along with 12 daggers tucked around her chest in a long belt that goes around her shoulder.

Casual Clothing: I guess something like this (http://www.icnbuys.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/t/a/tai_chi_clothing_casual_style_rose_black_001_3.jpg )?

Armor: more or less this (http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20111105113125/assassinscreed/images/d/d4/ACR_multiplayer_unknown_female_character_01.jpg), just more purple and black.

Weapons: She would love to not get too close and finish the fight from a far with her 12 12 throwing daggers which she throw at a great accuracy.
If she is forced into close combat, she is very good in hand to hand and her legs are strong enough to throw back an average person.
But her trademark weapon is her twin sickles (http://img14.deviantart.net/284b/i/2012/202/b/d/new_side_weapon__sickle_by_ilona_the_sinister-d582c4z.png).


Personality: She can be stern while on duty, knowing that hard times require warriors to bring out their best. But she is in fact very caring, acting almost maternal like. She loves learning new things and never underestimate anyone.


History: Renee was not missing much in life, coming from a well established upper class family that dealt in commerce. She learned from early age how to speak to costumers and how to take care of the trading, learning how to recognize the potential or every worker or request.

But sometimes you reach a point where you had enough bad things going around without taking an action.

Renee has decided on her 18 birthday to do just that. From upper class young woman she became a warrior. Some feared she was too old to start training, but her foot traveling with her family and much hardship of the trader life, along with her verbal skills proved to be essential when becoming divine warrior of the church.

Her patience, another skill she earned from her early life, allowed her to quickly find the path of the spider.

Soon she proved she was not only fit as a warrior but as a leader and was in charge of few small expeditions already.



RP Sample:

[☆Catwoman☆]

Also, I wanted to clarify something with Angel's character. In the Templar Order description, it says that one can choose to become a guardsman after their military training. From what I understand, Saul was a guardsman before then. Is that okay, Kayne, or does it need to be changed?

[RedKayne]

@ Cat: From what I understand, Angel's character was a guardsman hired by the town, which is fine because it had nothing to do with the militants or Sanctuary. When one completes militant training, they can choose to become a professional guardsman and can also choose a preference regarding which towns they would like to protect. Also, I will PM regarding Sik's character regarding his body weight proportions, because there are a few things I would like to clarify.

EDIT: So, Cat went offline before I sent my PM regarding a few clarifications. So, I suppose Siks, that your character is fine for now, but I don't exactly picture him being the most mobile person, and may have a tough time with some of the faster creatures like the Wendigos. But I suppose he would do well against a lycan. Its ultimately your decision for now on what to do, until everything is clarified.

[TheDoctor]

Okay, so I am going to have to disagree with my fellows on this one, Siksta, and say that your character's proportions are ideal.

http://i.imgur.com/NgsCkGp.gif

[RedKayne]

@ Yami: One more thing that I completely forgot to address earlier. You mentioned that you're character is addicted to the drug Dolor and thus doesn't feel physical pain. I should clarify that if your character has reached the point to where he is completely numb to physical pain, his body would be completely number to all physical sensations. I'm not exactly sure if that is what you are trying to achieve, because that itself would bring several other consequences. You're character can be addicted to the drug, but perhaps he should still feel physical pain at some points - unless this is what you had in mind in the first place.

[LittleLionFire]

@Doc
Where oh WHERE and what did you look up to find that GIF? Lol! That is one of the funniest cutest GIFs I have ever seen...

- - - Updated - - -

EDIT: Also, Kayne, Doc, or Cat, what type of Beast would Leona have the easiest time killing and the hardest time killing, in you opinion?

[Cfavano]

For me, I think Matthew would have the easiest time killing Wendigos, Vamps, and Lycans.

[☆Catwoman☆]

@Kayne: Alright, just checking. Sounds good. And beg pardon, I'm looking at the PM now. :)

@Doc: LOL! XD

Edit:

@Lion: Kayne may correct me if I am wrong *bows to the leader* but I would think Leona's enhanced speed and hearing would give her an edge against any of the beasts.

Edit edit:

I keep looking at that gif...and it just keeps cracking me up...

[RedKayne]

@ Lion: Cat's pretty much right, at the top of my head I would say be careful and dodge fast when around a lycan, because they pack a wallop

@ Siks: Alright, had my questions clarified by the all-knowing kitty, and you're pretty much good. As Cat said, we just need you to be a bit more detailed with your physique, so that we understand what he is physically capable of and what not

[LittleLionFire]

Okay! I will make sure she will try her best. But I think her overthinking will be her downfall, lol.

Also Doc, I LOVE THAT GIF! It cracks me up so much...

[Megilwen]

Marcella is done besides the RP sample. So if you want to let me know if anything should be changed feel free. The sample will be easiest and I'll get it done when I get home from my doctors appointment.

[The Texan Queen]

Y'all are so chatty! I just got home from work. I'm going to shower and tend to my wifely duties and then I'll be on to finish my character :)

[SikstaSlathalin]

Ok I will finish him up tonight.

[☆Catwoman☆]

Heh, I really want to see Selenada make a web with her spit. I imagine having people bear witness to that would have her MORTIFIED. XD

Yelena is going to make her so uncomfortable. Let the games begin...buahahahaha....

[Cfavano]

I'm sure that, if duty called for it, she'd just do it.

[RedKayne]

I feel that Texan Queen would rather have her character die than force her to form web-spit XD

[Maya]

Just name it prettier. Spray..expectorant,..a deadly entanglement of sticky ooze.

On second thought, there's no way to make it pretty.

[IronQuill]

Web loogies.

[SikstaSlathalin]

Ok more added.

[AngelWing]

Yeah, Saul was hired by the town when he was fourteen because that's what most in Judah do. They train as best they can as hired guardsmen then they try to move to the Sanctuary or Zion with recommendations from the town. Since Judah is somewhat cut off, it's the best option for those that want to better themselves. Not all of them get in and that's why it took a year after he moved to Sanctuary for him to get into the militant.

Also, you guys talk a lot lol I feel bad when I finally can log back on because y'all have chatted so much haha

[The Texan Queen]

The Internet company fucked up and shut of my wifi connection -.- and I can't contact them until the morning. They charged us twice on our last bill for whatever fucking reason and when we paid the normal amount it said we didn't pay the entire bill because they double charged us. SO. I don't know when that will be fixed. I can try and use my cell phone and finish my CS.

Sorry for it taking so long to finish.

LMAO. After all these spider business at home I'd rather not have any spider reminders for awhile!!!!

EDIT: I added the sample to her CS. It's not the best since it was done on my phone. I can always redo it when I sort out this mess with my internet company.

[RedKayne]

Everything looks good, Tex, you can fix it if you want once your wi-fi business is finished. I hope that everything is an easy fix and will get cleared up right away.

So, now we're waiting on Kris, Ninja, Meg, and Siks to finish up their CSs.

I may or may not open up the IC tomorrow, but Wednesday at the latest!

[Yamimoon]

Kayne thanks for letting me know. I don't want him void of all feeling so I will get that changed as soon as I get home.



Made the change!

[SikstaSlathalin]

And finished.




Name: (Born) Zark Blackhair (converted) Orfiel the Repenter


Age: 28


Gender: Male


Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual


Class: Crusader
Abilities: Enhanced Strength, Enhanced Smell, Dermal Armor



Appearance:

http://i821.photobucket.com/albums/zz139/Siks/RPs/Warrior52_zps780d0b21.jpg (http://s821.photobucket.com/user/Siks/media/RPs/Warrior52_zps780d0b21.jpg.html)

Many opinions spin around about Orfiel, he is a man of great proportions 6'5 weighing nearly 270 pounds. A taboo from the wilds of the Borderfields, being born into a wandering family of outcasts, Darkness worshiping Craftsmen and bearing the scars of fighting, fleeing, and surviving his family's blood-letting vowing.

A silent but hard-working and pious man his features serene but focused with the gift of unshakable sense of duty earned after a life of hardship.

His black hair is kept short and his steady blue eyes look with a deep ability at reading a person's truths, lies, and ulterior intent.

With a body built to survive over the long haul more than over short distances, Orfiel is what could be called a gentle giant. Strong, and steady, but not the fastest of men. He can move quicker when needed, but hurrying is not his way.




http://i821.photobucket.com/albums/zz139/Siks/RPs/Knight16_zps341ce2d3.jpg (http://s821.photobucket.com/user/Siks/media/RPs/Knight16_zps341ce2d3.jpg.html)In his suit of black Half-plate armor Orfiel's already imposing aura becomes inescapable. Even to allies the presence of the Black Crusader is as comforting as it is is terrifying. While his core, head, hands/forearms, and feet have plate armoring the rest in strong chainmail.



Equipment: Survival items, and a golden cross with a red gemstone in the center. Three Healing Salves, an Ice Bomb, a Fire Bomb, Holy Fire Oil, and three Numbing Oils. He also carries a pocket edition of the Three Holy books on him at all times.
Casual Clothing: The above pic
Armor: The above pic

Weapons:

A pair of Silver knuckle dusters with a black skull on the bottom. (http://i821.photobucket.com/albums/zz139/Siks/RP%20Weapons%20and%20gear/Silver%20knuckle%20dusters_zpsr5q4whxt.jpg) Used in combination with his enhanced strength and dermal armor to make him the equal of many strong Beasts. He stole them from his Grandparents before he fled from home.

A rarely used Blunderbuss (http://i821.photobucket.com/albums/zz139/Siks/RP%20Weapons%20and%20gear/blunderbuss_zps821usygg.jpg) that he carries and fills with silver chunks and scrap metal, but usually used as a last resort weapon or when something needs to die as quickly as possible often used with the knuckles dusters.

A shield (http://i821.photobucket.com/albums/zz139/Siks/RP%20Weapons%20and%20gear/DawnguardShield_zps9kgqwjlv.png) with silver spikes on the ends to be used in combat and in combination with his long sword

A Blessed Templar long sword (http://i821.photobucket.com/albums/zz139/Siks/RP%20Weapons%20and%20gear/Knights_Templar_Long_Sword_Spring_Steel_1_zpskbm0x nek.jpg) Used when punching things simply won't do made of silver and steel and blessed by the Leaders of the Order.


Personality: As imposing and possibly frightening as Orfiel seems, looking into his eyes will show the gentle soul lying under the bear's form. His quiet personality and generally steady view on life sets those he knows and has worked with at ease in stressful times. He can be looked at for a clear head and a knack for interpenetrating the Scripture and applying it to everyday life around him.

This mule-like personality continues to training and battle. As both a blessing and a curse he cannot be rushed or frazzled unless he wishes to rush. Even facing down the terrifying Beasts only elicits slightly wide eyes and tight fists, but come the actual combat the bear is awake and ready to dig his claws into the enemy. He is keen, he is vicious, and he applies all his training and abilities into winning his life back from the claws of death. In training he has been the bane of both his instructors and his training partners, he ran at his own pace, ate at his own pace and excelled in nearly every exercise at his own pace. Many have wondered and asked how he managed to keep in the ranks of the militants disobeying orders like that.

To that he simply replies.
"My Orders come from a higher source." He then pats his breast pocket where he keeps a small copy of the three Books of God before he returns to his task.




Orfiel would say his life doesn't really begin until he turned sixteen and left his childhood home, wondering from town to town cashing in on his great size and strength to earn a living for a few years until he reached the age of eighteen and joined the Templars. But further probing and some luck would reveal that Orfiel comes from a very different life.

Born Zark Blackhair to a group of six nomadic craftsmen, the young man was one of the unfortunate few to be born on the outskirts of the civilized world to those deluded few who worship the soul stealing Daemons. It started with his father's Grandparents Jeder and Wenna, a Blacksmith and Gem Cutter, they were banished from Jericho for their black ways and fled to the fabled ruins of Amos lost deep in the Black Mountains. It was in these foreboding peaks where they began to build on their beliefs, improve their skills, and build a family cult.

A few years of living as nomads and scavenging around ruins and they gave birth to Zark's father Standler. Drifting in and around Levi and Eden they began building some renown for their work and managed to keep their ways secret from the ignorant masses. Eventually Standler grew to age and stumbled upon a natural skill as a Woodcarver and stumbled upon his wife Griselda, a Painter and Seamstress. Now with their newest member in tow the family returned to Mountains and weren't seen or heard from again for nearly a decade.

And when they returned to the lowlands rumors of banditry, open Daemon worship, and several cases of murder credited to young Scourge Beasts. It lacked the raw viciousness of the Elder Beasts, but held their own macabre displays, each corpse posed in an almost artistic way. The rumors of a Daemon cult spread like wild fire through the Borderfields, many guards and even a few Templars came to root the cult out, but the family knew the Mountains too well to be caught by either Beasts or Templars. And as weapons and clothing of very impressive make began circulating through the land the legend of a Cult that had sold their souls to Daemons for otherworldly skill grew to it's peak. It was during this time Zark, and his fellow triplets Zinerva and Zordecai were born, they were young and the future for the Daemon worshiper cult. But while Zin and Zordi embraced the life Zark, the biggest of the three and the one most expected to take over was built with a different soul.

While the rest of his family was cruel and devious, Zark was as gentle as a breeze in the summer. He learned the skills they taught him, but he couldn't bring himself to join in on the blood-letting and thieving. For fifteen years he lived in this world, he'd always been strong, but his Father and Grandfather were stronger. They kept him in the cult with fear, but he hit a large growth spurt shortly before his sixteenth birthday and found himself on the upper end of size and strength. As soon as he was able he stole a couple of silver knuckle dusters and fled from the Black Mountains. From then on he found God and took a new name from the Archangel of Repentance and dedicated his life to making up for all the sins his family committed. Throwing himself into the life of a Templar and never looking back at the darkness he had come from.





The night was cold and the moon, like a chunk of ice hanging in the sky. A routine training mission had gone right to hell. It was a simple scouting mission in the foothills of the Black Mountains, something the Templars had done so many times they resorted to using stuffed Scourge Beasts as stand-ins for the real ones. Orfiel has acting Squad Leader and it was his mission to lead his group of five through an old game trail reacting to various "ambush" points with both stuffed Scourge Beasts and their Instructors tossing rocks and such at them.

His group had just reached the half-way point. From what they gathered from the first three groups this was where they were supposed to "fight" a Vampire. Which they did by throwing silver stakes through it's heads or stabbing it in the heart then moving on. Something was off as they approached the site, the ground looks like it had been torn apart by a farmer's plow and blood seemed to be splattered all over the disturbed soil. Luckily this was the final test and each Militant was armed. As the leader, Orfiel had the only firearm, his trust Blunderbuss already loaded with silver stakes, behind him Militant Emore and Militant Cassie had their crossbows drawn, and bringing up the rear were Militants Axel and Lexal, twins and each armed with a heavy single headed axes.
The air stunk with death, growling lightly the big man set everyone out in a fan formation to look for clues. Moving quietly the Militants soon discovered they were out of a training exercise and were faced with real danger.The Instructor that had been stationed in this area to released the stuffed Vampire from it's latch catch had been found dead with his throat ripped out and his blood drained. Somehow a real Vampire had made it past the net of protection around the training grounds. Regrouping the five young soldiers needed a plan.

Emore had always been a planner so he spoke first, and Ofiel had no problem with it.
"Ok we need to send two people back to base camp and warn the chain-of-command. Cassie and are are the fastest we'll do it. Can you three stay here and see what more you could gather and maybe keep whatever did this off our backs?"

The big men each nodded, but Ofiel spoke his deep voice rumbling like a Lycan's growl.
"Yes, move as swift as you can. If you here my Blunderbuss go off once it means trouble has found us and we're dead and if you hear it go off twice it means we are alive. Understood?"

Emore and Cassie nodded before they took off with all the speed their feet could muster. Now alone with something stalking the woods the three big warriors formed a triangle of defense and began moving slowly around the clearing in a steadily widening circle. They men were on their third pass around when Orfiel saw something glinting under a bush, guiding the triangle over he picked up one of the Ice Bombs the instructor carried with him. Thankfully the bottle was intact, this could be what saves their lives tonight he safely secured it in one of the heavy pouches at his belt and moved on.
Their circle turned up nothing, but as they returned to the clearing, luck decided to run out on them. From the trees came inhuman screeches and soon black figures were swooping down tormenting the three trainees. Already being on edge the twins were first to attack, but they were the first to draw blood...no, that went to the three Vampires. Lexal fell shortly after the attack started, but he had managed to drive his axe into the heart of the creature that attacked him by putting the last of his power into actually falling on top of his attacker as it was finishing him off.

Sadly Axel wasn't as lucky as his brother. He was felled by the last two monsters dive-bombing him and each ripping part of his head off. Diving aside the Repenter avoided a similar fate, rolling on his shoulder and hip fire the Blunderbuss and heard the pained shrieks of the last two Vampires as the silver shrapnel embedded itself in their bodies. They soon fled leaving the clearing a grizzly mess. Panting from all the sudden movement Orfiel found himself repeating the Prayer of Divine Protection as he tried to reload the Blunderbuss, but the adrenaline and his own inexperience were making his hands shake and his words stumble.
He had barely loaded the shot when the Unholy Screeching returned, it was only one voice this time so maybe the big man had managed to kill the other monster or at least scare it away. Either way he had to get his firearm reloaded and run like arrow from a bow out of this area. The screams continued until Orfiel could've sword his ears were bleeding, his concentration on reloaded his gun was broken as the creature charged from the shadows behind him and made him almost drop his weapon and powder.
Taking this chance the big man moved as fast as he could through the tree stampeding over brush, snapping tree limbs, and saplings under foot as he went. He had never moved so fast in his entire life, panic and fear were still familiar feelings to the young Templar and he embraced the flight response rather than the fight one. His choice has almost paid off too because he could see the lights of torches running in his direction, he was saved! Or so he thought, be able to move much faster than the lumbering young militant the Vampire had quickly closed the distance and tackled Orfiel to the ground from behind, the young man's helmet saved him from the initial attack, but the creature had knocked it off in the struggle.

Using his own natural strength combined with a healthy does of scare strength, Orfiel managed to throw the Vampire off, but the beast used the new distance to it's advantage jumping high and prepare another dive-bomb attack. Orfiel could see his death coming, he didn't have time to reload his Blunderbuss nor could he draw his sword quick enough. The monster began it's dive and Orfiel turned to the side so he wouldn't see it coming when he felt cold against his hip. It was then he remembered the Ice Bomb, quickly pulling it out he took aim and hurled the flask up the few feet between him and the Vampire. The two objects came into contact and instantly the Vampire began to freeze. Using the last of his panic power Orfiel rolled away from the point of impact and finished reloading his Blunderbuss.
The creature's surprised screams were drowned behind the rapidly forming ice and were soon replaced by a solid thud into the soft ground.

Cursing the sad state of the ground the Repenter jumped out of his hiding spot and ran up to the Vampire leveling the Blunderbuss on it's head and growled out a single phrase.
"I am the Lord's Judgment, and I damn you back to the pit from whence you came." He pulled the trigger and the small cannon blasted into the ground turning the Vampire's head into many small piles of skin, gook, and bone.

It was only seconds later that Emore and Cassie returned with the entire Squadron's cadre even the Inquisitor. Emore looked down at the partially frozen Vampire, then to Orfiel, then back to the Vampire.
"So Axel and Lexal?"

Holstering his firearm Orfiel spoke sadly.
"They are serving besides our Lord in Heaven."

The other Militant nodded.
"At least you lived huh?"

Walking past his comrade and leadership Orfiel simply said.
"There ain't no rest for the righteous. I have debts to pay, and lives to save."

[Kris]

Finished.

[Sonic]

Hey I hope it was okay that I included the height and weight in my character's appearance. He is 6"1 and weighs 182lbs.

[☆Catwoman☆]

Looks good to me, Siksta.

Sounds good Sonic. No problem at all. :)

Just need your RP Sample, Kris.

[Megilwen]

Mine (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=74995&page=16&p=2581866&viewfull=1#post2581866)'s complete.

[RedKayne]

Both Siks and Meg are good to go and added to the accepted character list.

I updated and finalized the religious lore for now, you should all check it out and see if there is anything that you would like to update on your own characters regarding the added content.

I will start working on the IC tonight, but it will be a rather long IC post and may not be posted until tomorrow.

Another thing, y'all are going to have an interesting task to do once the IC opens. I'll announce it when the time comes, but I have a feeling that it is something that you are all not used to *evils*

[Megilwen]

*looks forward to it*

[Sonic]

Can't wait

[Aureyon]

Alright,

I made some changes to my CS in these areas:

- Name: I changed his middle name because I didn't like the way it looked. Sorry, I guess I'm picky. ;)
- History: I added a bit towards the end about Octavius' choice to follow the Path of Gadriel (a self-made path devoted to healing and general kindness). If that's not an appropriate change, let me know and I will fix it.
- RP Sample: I also changed some words in the RP sample to reflect the changes to the CS. I also saw some issues with grammar and such (I'm extremely horrid with grammar), and changed some of what I saw; I'm sure there are more errors. Feel free to point them out, and even explain why it's wrong (Please? lol).
- Appearance: I added a brief description of a tattoo on his body.

[The Texan Queen]

I'm so excited for the IC to open up! ^.^ I'll definitely be checking out what you added to the religion since my character is all about religion.

As for my internet issue -.- it won't be fixed until Friday. I don't know why and I am so over trying to deal with them so I'll just have to wait till Friday. Thankfully I live on base and the library is a short five minute walk from my house and a two minute walk from my work, so I'll probably be using the library until internet is restored!

ALSO.

Everyone's characters are super awesome and I can't wait to see how everyone interacts with one another. :)

[LittleLionFire]

I know! I am so excited to see interactions, though Leona will mostly be silent unless alone with a friend or by herself...and it will get so confusing for me to keep straight though...lol...

[The Texan Queen]

That's how Selenada will be for the most part and if she is conversing with new people it will be a whole bunch of awkward >.<

[AngelWing]

Leona can talk to Saul all she likes! lol

[Sonic]

Amittay is a good conversationalist, although he is not loud or boisterous, and if you get him talking about religion then you have him hooked.

[LittleLionFire]

@Angel - Lol plan on it! Haha, for everyone gotta have a friend at some point, lol.

@Tex - I can just see Leona and Selenada just standing around not talking...haha lol...

@Sonic - Leona will probably be intrigued if he ever talks religion to her, asking some questions, more at ease with his personality than others.

I can really only see her getting friendly with Selenada as mostly all the other females use their body to get what they want, either sexually or not, but still use it to get what they want whether it be info or power, and Leona hates sex itself so would not like them very much...so she would get along the most with the boys...haha just like me lol. Man I filter myself into characters more than I inititally notice...

BTW, everybody's pics for their characters are just beast.

[LittleLionFire]

Damn double post..

[Megilwen]

I can really only see her getting friendly with Selenada as mostly all the other females use their body to get what they want, either sexually or not, but still use it to get what they want whether it be info or power, and Leona hates sex itself so would not like them very much.


O.O

That doesn't describe Marcella at all....

[SikstaSlathalin]

Orfiel will just kind of brood in the corner letting his mysteriousness intrigue. XD

[LittleLionFire]

Lol Megilwen I said most, not all, I just did not want to go back to the list. Don't worry I read your character sheet.

- - - Updated - - -

Plus that is not all to their character but just some anyways.

[RedKayne]

*cough* Mine *cought Anna *cough*

But yeah, Anna and Leona will get along quite well ;)

[Cfavano]

Matthew will just be makin' all the panties drop.

[TheDoctor]

Jerris will be ready to have a lot of not-fun

[IronQuill]

Iago shall be Iago.

Speaking of which, Iago's RP Sample is in the making.

Iago!

[Megilwen]

All the dark brooding characters apparently xD

[Sonic]

lol I don't remember all the male characters, but I hope Amittay isn't the only relaxed, friendly guy here

[IronQuill]

Iago is friendly! Will definitely not stab you in the back. For Iago is trustworthy, like poodle!

[AngelWing]

Saul is a big goof-ball who will talk to anybody and make anyone laugh. He just won't be loyal to them or trust them. That has to be earned. He's no secluded, he's an out in the open goof-ball, who on he inside is actually very serious.

[SikstaSlathalin]

Sounds like we're gonna be a rather awkward group.

[TheDoctor]

Iago is friendly! Will definitely not stab you in the back. For Iago is trustworthy, like poodle!

I'm gonna fucking lose it during this RP I swear

[TheDoctor]

I'm gonna fucking lose it in a different way if I DON'T STOP DOUBLE POSTING

[Maya]

http://picresize.com/images/rsz_trust.jpg

[IronQuill]

Iago is good friend, Iago is~

Iago: 8D

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Iago is good friend, Iago is~

Iago: 8D

[SikstaSlathalin]

There might be some of that too, just for tension.

[Cfavano]

Well, as long as you follow Matthew's orders, you won't have any trouble XD

[SikstaSlathalin]

Orfiel only follows Orders from the highest power. >.>

[Megilwen]

Orfiel only follows Orders from the highest power. >.>

He means God *whispers*

[SikstaSlathalin]

Meg knows.

[Sonic]

Amittay won't mind following orders as long as their from the one in charge of him, and they do not go against the teachings of God.

[RedKayne]

Amittay won't mind following orders as long as their from the one in charge of him, and they do not go against the teachings of God.

That means he will have no issues with the faithful and humble Isaac. I actually wonder how many of you will listen to your Senior Templar? :P

Anyways, keep an eye out, the IC will be coming out tonight! Just reading through and editing it now, and should be put up in about ten minutes or less. Warning, it will be a rather long post, and has a rather tense intro, but I promise it will be worth the wait! :)

[Cfavano]

Hey, is Iago related to Patches?

[RedKayne]

The IC (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=75124&p=2583769&viewfull=1#post2583769)is up!

I will make the announcement shortly regarding your task, and what you can post in the prologue. Go ahead and enjoy the read for now, though!

[RedKayne]

Gah, another double post

[IronQuill]

Put up Iago's RP sample. Hope it works.

[SikstaSlathalin]

Fun fun.

[RedKayne]

Alright, you all have relatively free-reign during this prologue section of the story. Consider it like personal free-time or something along those lines. You all can make posts interacting with each other, whether its chatting/drinking at the tavern, or even involved in a practice duel. You can also deal with your own personal stuff, like Isaac will be spending time with his little girl. Its all up to you, but I do recommend seeing some co-posts between you all!

Now, here is your task. You must rank each other.

Yeah, interesting, right?

Basically, you will ranking each other from best to worst: based upon leadership, followership, and warrior ethics (effectiveness as a fighter). You must rank each fellow Templar, but your Senior Templar and Inquisitor are an exception. I will provide the format for the rankings below. You must perform these rankings from your character’s perspective, imagine it like sending a letter in the IC, and you must also rank your own character among this list.

Giving reasons for your rankings is optional. You can give small details about your reasons, or you can write me paragraphs, either way works and it doesn’t really matter. However, I would like to see some real thought put into this, because these memorandums will actually have a long-term effect. Of course, I won’t spoil anything just yet.

Now, this will be challenging, because we only just started the IC and can only judge upon everyone's CSs. However, I think you all have a rather solid idea where everyone stands. Remember, write this memorandum from your character's perspective. If your character is a cocky bastard, then it would make sense to rank himself/herself in the top third or something like that. Your character should understand his/her worth in the squadron. Also, do not metamod, and that means you cannot judged based upon some of the characters' dark secrets (like Iago or Letum).

Once you are done with the memorandum, please PM it to me. I would like to see as many of these memorandums completed before my second GM post, so please get these done when you can. Thanks all, and let this adventure begin!



MEMORANDUM FOR: SENIOR TEMPLAR ISAAC HILLS

FROM: TEMPLAR (LAST NAME)

SUBJECT: Rankings

1. Templar A: reason
2. Tempar B: reason
3. Templar C: reason
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...
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15. Templar O: reason
16. Templar P: reason



SIGNED
TEMPLAR (LAST NAME)