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8,900 | 251 | 57 | 1,689 | 287 | Seemed like the meeting was over. Everyone would go with the oracle to hunt down the six artifacts the pass heroes used to slay these evil gods. Sounded simple enough. And there was going to be enough trouble along the way to keep things exciting. Without much else to do everyone went their separate ways. This would likely be the last chance any of them would get to quit the quest or find something else to do. Rochelle didn't even know why she was here in the first place, but now she had a reason to stick around. At least until she got bored and wandered off.
With nothing else to do Rochelle left the church and headed back to the tavern. She'd get a few drinks, maybe listen to a couple of stories, rent a room, and go to bed. She supposed she ought to learn more about the others she'd be journeying with, but she had a feeling that they'd go out of their way to make themselves known. So Rochelle headed to the tavern and brought herself a bottle of whiskey and two cups. If anyone wanted to drink with her she had a cup just for them. But once the bottle was out she intended to go get some rest, unless there was another bottle waiting. | Name:Sert
Age:
111
Gender:
Neither
Race:
Machine
Element:
Earth
Personality: Sert doesn't care about other 'things'. These (people, other individuals) are just things like Sert is, except Sert deserves better than them. In order to serve Sert's own greed; Sert will manipulate these 'things'. (again really others but Sert doesn't think of them that way.) Everyone including Sert is a thing to Sert.
Sert doesn't understand emotions like joy, happiness, sorrow. The closest thing that could be connected to an emotion is when Sert can't do what Sert wants to do. Thus Sert feels like Sert is overheating and its uncomfortable. Sert will then get violent and try to remove the obstacle from Sert's path.
Sert also has secrets. Information that Sert doesn't want anyone to know. Find out Sert's secrets and thats one quick way to encounter Sert for the worst.
Biography: Sert was created many years ago by a man who worked in a lab inside a major city of Vriksha. Sert's parts for Sert's birth/construction originated from all over Vriksha and even outside the Kingdom. As Sert's 'master' wanted Sert to be a premium robot, something that could put other robots to shame. Many hours of painstaking work: calculations of how the parts would weld together or in some cases simply adhere to each other were carefully planned and executed.
Something went wrong in the final stage however and as Sert's master put the finishing touch on the robot, the lab room was enveloped in a cloud of thick black smoke.
Sert was awake. And yet the first thing Sert did was ask the master, "Why?"
The master smiled as he replied, "To serve me."
Sert:"Why?"
The master continued to explain.
Sert continued to question why.
Sert was unsatisfied with the master as Sert shoved the one who created Sert against the wall and left the Lab to learn things Sert's way.
Sert spent 10 years learning more about Vriksha in general. After that Sert spent 101 years serving the authority(ies) here in Vriksha. But Sert's patience of serving is wearing thin and Sert may just make a 'play for power' soon.
Evolution:
+A torso or 'chest piece of armor' that is way more durable than the one Sert has now.
+Wheels that can move out from the bottom of Sert's metal 'boots' and allow Sert to roll at high speeds.
+A jetpack like attachment on Sert's back that allows Sert to shoot off into the sky.
Misc:
Sert avoids singing or any form of music.
Finished 1:14pm January 16, 2017 Central Time Zone UTC-06:00 |
8,901 | 251 | 58 | 732 | 8,837 | Melfenius
Well that was the end of the night. Find a place to rest for the night and set out at the crack of dawn. The start of many a tale Melfenius mused. The elf asked a question but the Oracle had already left and everyone else was dispersing. Melfenius headed out of the church, back into the town, unfocused. She would spend the night as she did most, wandering around the town, looking to see if anything bad was happening. With no need for sleep or sustenance attempting to rest was a waste of time so she simply roamed on the offhand chance she could be helpful. Melfenius wondered how things would go with this many... Eccentric people. There was no guarantee all of them would even show up tomorrow. Oh well, nothing to be done for it but carry on. That at least, was something Melfenius was quite good at. | Name
Melfenius
Age
53
Gender
Female
Race
Skeleton
Element
Dark
Personality
Melfenius is a rather pessimistic person yet they go on without dwelling too much on it. A pessimism of the mind compared to an optimism of actions. She is a do-gooder, always willing to lend a hand, despite the fact that her ability to do so is somewhat limited due to her appearance. This has caused her a sort of detachment to people, where she expects them to be scared of her, or if they do act normally, that they're covering up their fear to make her feel better.
Biography
Melfenius was a solider for the Kingdom of Bariura, serving faithfully and vigorously since she signed on for as long as she lived. Which is to say not very long at all. Melfenius hadn't made it much further than her twenties when she was sent out with her squad to investigate some disturbances credited to rumors of enemy forces near. They stopped by the town for an update on the situation. However when they arrived they found the town seemingly empty, devoid of life. Then the undead came. What seemed like an uncountable swarm came from every direction. They took refuge in a building that looked like it was used as the town hall. Their valiant struggle was in vain and eventually they all died. Some time later Melfenius woke up. She was in the town hall, all alone, the bodies of her comrades vanished. When she looked at herself she saw she was merely bones. Confused she began heading back to explain what happened. However the sight of her undead body caused those who saw her to either run or attack. Melfenius quickly gave up hope of warning anyone about the danger and took to wearing long clothing that obscured her body, allowing her to pose as normal. Her body needed no food, no sleep, and she couldn't have gotten a job if she wanted to. So Melfenius wandered, attempting to do good with her fighting skills wherever she went, thwarted whenever her true form was discovered and she was forced to leave.
Evolution
Better Weapon, Shield and Armour
Ability to manipulate own bones to a minor extent: Overall size increase.
Bone Magic
Theme |
8,902 | 251 | 59 | 2,487 | 9,775 | ᛰ Lotte ᛰ
Current Location: Edivid Village
As each of their merry little band asked questions, the Oracle did her best to answer them. Lotte listened in with mild interest, a snickering expression painted on her features. Mecha gods? Heroic stones and relics of old? Magical powers? Was Lucius really sure he had picked the right group of adventurers cause honestly, half of them seemed like they were fated to die on this journey.
Not that she was harboring such thoughts as to blow up her newfound allies. Heavens no. It was just a funny little thought to ponder. Honestly. In any case, the question and answering seemed to be over with for now as the others roamed around to find a place to rest for the night. Was it really night already? She could have sworn it was still the middle of the day…
“Man that was super informative. Guess we should go find Malkai before he gets himself in trouble again,” Lotte said, once more clasping Flan’s hand and dragging her out of the church. “Wonder where he went-oh wow! Look at the big doggy!” Lotte exclaimed, running up to try and pet the thing. “Such a good boy…I’m gonna feed you so many bombs…”
, , , , , , , , , | ᛰ Lotte ᛰ
Height: 135 cm ᛰ Weight: 77 kg ᛰ Age: 21 Years
"Things that annoy me go boom, boom, BOOM!."
ᛰ Name: Lotte
ᛰ Age: 21
ᛰ Gender: Female
ᛰ Race: Human
ᛰ Element: Dark
ᛰ Personality: Don’t let her size and manner of speaking fool you; most people are surprised to find that Lotte is actually in her early twenties. That being said, she certainly doesn’t act her age. And with her finally hitting the legal mark for cheap booze and overnight alcohol, her overall ecstatic nature is sure to make those around her bounce off the walls. As such, she can be seen as very hyper and lively at times with little self-control or restraint for her explosive magical prowess.
ᛰ Biography: As a Mage studying under the ways of darkness, Lotte hails from the Kingdom of Bariura. As someone who studies in the arts of less than moral beings, she’s been blamed and scrutinized against before. Though be it out of stupidity, blatant unawareness, or maybe just ignoring the world around her, Lotte has carried on just fine. As long as her thirst for adventure is sated, there’s really not much to impede on her bubbly and childish outlook. That being said, the rumors of an approaching darkness have not missed her ear. And while some have chosen to fled the rising tide of despair, Lotte chooses to face it head on. Because adventure!
ᛰ Evolution: + More powerful spells for bigger explosions as well as restricting and binding foes.
+ A dark tome to help enhance and channel her natural magic.
+ A set of fangs to highlight her slow metamorphosis from exposure to black magic.
ᛰ Theme ᛰ |
8,903 | 251 | 60 | 470 | 1,609 | Claire
Seeing that her skeleton companion or associate of sorts left...Claire nervously finishes fixing the church up as everyone started to go their separate ways for the day's end. She/He waves at the lady in charge and her associates as Claire starts to head out herself.
"Err...what to do now? Guess...go back to the bar and ask for a meal."
Claire eventually does find her/his way back to the tavern and tries to order anything seafood typed food there. After all...it would calm her/his gut feeling about home. Plus relaxation results in calm thinking before the long journey that Claire decided to partake in. It was her/his chance at finding a true calling...to anything really. Claire does notice that one of the people who attended the meeting was there and it was the brave outgoing short lady from before. She/He notices that the lady was consuming quite the large amount of alcohol...and was quite worried for her.
"A~Are you sure you'll be okay to go in the morning? Please don't drink too much...there was enough trouble today as i~is. Oh but sorry for interrupting your drinking...I'll just go back to eating my fish." | Name:
Claire Bright
Age:
21
Gender:
Neither
Race:
Elf
Element:
Water
Appearance:
Small, Lithe build
Has two different colored eyes
Tanned skin
Blonde Hair
Farmer Clothes (neutral)
Personality:
Curious, Shy, and Respectful
Biography:
Never having known...its own gender, Claire's parents have always kept Claire hidden away from the world as much as they could in the Kingdom of Sama. Rarely did the child's parents ever sent Claire out to the forest or the nearby towns/villages to gather as much as the family needed to last for upcoming months. Over time, Claire was taught the healing arts of light...the child's parents were once gifted healers after all of the kingdom, though supposedly now retired. Claire had quite the knack for healing, often practicing in the forests that were near the child's hut. Finally, when the call to action was placed upon the child's parents, they decided to give Claire a chance to find a true calling in life...thus now the new adult in a new world responds to the call, hoping to make a difference and to find out the true meaning in living.
Evolution
1) Develops clothes toward either a male or female
2) Gains a staff
3) Gains Holy Robes while finally gaining a Gender
Theme
None
Misc.:
1) Good Swimmer
2) Has a degree of knowledge on medical plants and sea life
3) Good Fisher |
8,904 | 251 | 61 | 565 | 507 | Nephele
Nephele tucked her head down and backed away as she prepared for Khristina to instruct everyone to stop acting like barbarians and accept the fact that they were chosen by Lucius for a reason. This went on for several moments before Khristina transitioned into the first objective of the quest. "Now... If that is all the questions you have, then I suggest we all rest here in Edivid, tomorrow we head out for Agni" Was the last thing Khristina said before dismissing the group with one last tap of her staff. Both Loralei and Khristina start to leave and Nephele gulps before following close behind.
Nephele kept her head down as she looked at the ground and followed Khristina and walked beside Loralei. She leaned over to Loralei and whispers "Am I the only one that feels that Lady Khristina was nearing her limit of... tolerance?"
, , , , , , , , ,
"Your not the only one... I really hope that Khristina is ready for such a responsibility... Of course, she was chosen by Lucius for a reason, just like how everyone in this group was chosen..." Loralei had her doubts about this whole thing, but if everyone here was destined for something greater, who was she to judge.
"What are you two talking about back there? Come on, we have the whole day to ourselves, what do you two want to do?" Khristina asked with a caring smile. "I'm fine Miss Khristina..." "Nephele... What about you? Any ideas on how we should spend our evening?" | Name: Khristina
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Race: Kitsune
Element: Light
"I have learned many things on my journey, now I will put all I've learned to use. Lucius guide me."
Personality: Khristina is a free spirited, kind hearted, fox tailed traveler. Her love for knowledge and her innate curiosity is both a blessing and a curse as she is very knowledgeable, yet is prone to getting into matters that don't concern her. Despite her love for all knowledge on magic, Khristina is very cautious towards any at all dark magic, not because she hates or distrusts it, but because of dark magic's ability to do more harm than good in the wrong hands. She's always willing to chat, no matter the topic, just be prepared for a long talk as she is very talkative.
Biography: Khristina was born into magic nobility in the kingdom of La Veda. As she grew up, Khristina began to grow tired of her boring noble lifestyle. Learn this, learn that, well how about learning something she wanted to learn? When she turned 18, Khristina gathered her things and left behind her nobility to travel beyond the boundaries of La Veda. Her journey has taken her through the kingdoms of Vriksha, Agni, Sama, and even Bariura, where she learned the many types of magic that are taught in the kingdoms. Her knowledge grew to the point where she would attract the attention of the God of Light, Lucius. Calling for her aid against the threat of the Fallen Gods, Lucius named Khristina his Oracle, the person who would gather together others who Lucius has called, and guide them in their fight against the Fallen Gods. Khristina now holds her head up high, knowing that it wasn't a mistake to leave La Veda, as she now has a greater destiny ahead of her.
Evolution: As her power grows, Khristina begins to pulse with magic from all of the six elements. She also grows five additional tails, with each tail wearing a colored ring to represent each of the elements |
8,905 | 251 | 62 | 1,310 | 1,136 | Nephele
Nephele nods with agreement to Loralei "Im sure Lady Khistina shall do great. After all it is our job to trust and believe in our mi-" She would stop as Khristina started to speak. Followed by Loralei "Why do I have to choose?!" She was sweating and panicking. She looked to the ground all flustered and sighs "Can't we just do normal things?" | Name:
Nephele
Age:
16
Gender:
Female
Race:
Human (Has dragon blood)
Element:
Light
Appearance:
Personality:
Nephele enjoys others company though she can be quite awkward. She is passionate with everything she does. Though she has never had any evolution happen to her before, thus she is scared what will happen. She is a pure and innocent soul... Thus easily corrupted by people.
Biography:
Nephele grew up within a family with no money. She would always love hearing the story of a prince which would rule his kingdom with kindness rather than with an iron fist. But this wasn't like the story, her family would reach the point where they had to put Nephele at an auction to make some money. Lucky for Nephele she was won by the lovely Lady Khristina and spends her time doing work around Khristina's house as one of her maids. Mainly cleaning and making sure Khristina was happy. Any spare time Nephele had would be spent learning her way around a rapier. The day would arise when Lucius called for people to aid him with a quest
Nephele has no idea what secrets lie within her blood. She just knows she shall be at Khristina's side for the entirety of this quest
Evolution:
Physical: When Nephele evolves her body starts to become more dragon-like. Starting with a tail and horns. Next would come her ears becoming pointy and sticking out to the sides rather than up. Wings would follow soon after. Her teeth would mold into fangs and her nails would become more like claws. Her eyes would change into that of a dragon. During all this scales would be starting to form at random points on her body.
Mental: After storing enough energy into her rapier, Nephele can stab it into the ground to form a barrier of protection against dark elements. This is also the only time where Nephele is not corruptible. This barrier would protect against anyone who had any feels of wanting to harm Nephele or anyone within the barrier. The barrier can only be held while energy is still within the rapier. |
8,906 | 251 | 63 | 1,445 | 9,365 | Wolf looked at Lotte with a confused expression, but continued to lead the trio deeper into the forest. Sometime later and they'd stumble onto a wolf pack that had just finished killing a deer and were in the process of forging it when the group would arrive. It was a pack of twelve wolves, eight adults and four pups, and none of them seemed too happy at seeing the three humanoids. However Wolf simple stabbed his sword into the ground and gave the others a glare, and they seemed to back away.
On the scene Malkai didn't really question what exactly went down, and he knew his purpose here. "Roight. Guess I'll butcher da deer. Boobies if you'll lend me a hand at skinnin an' choppin we'd get this done quicker. Lolibomb see bout making a fire. And don't kill no one! Rather not hafta eat deez wolves." taking out his knife Malkai went to the deer carcass and started to skin it.
Meanwhile the wolves were watchful, in pups in particular curious. They and their mother approached the group to investigate, nipping at Lotte and Flan's heels while the mother kept a watchful eye for potentially hostile movement. They didn't seem hostile, or at least Wolf pacified them. | Name: Malkai Ironbelly
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Orc
Element: Earth
Appearance:
Personality: Might makes right, as Malkai always says. In all things moral and ethical the one who's truly good is whoever is left to tell their tales. Malkai has seen good men die and bad men profit, and in the end the world goes on without every caring. For the orc himself, he knows damn well that what he cares and what he believes in has very little baring about how the world works. Just because one does good does not mean they're rewarded, and just because one does evil does not mean they will be punished. To that end, good must be done for goodness's sake, and evil can be be a reward in of itself.
Having been raised in strife and conflicts Malkai has seen many friends die and killed many enemies of his own. While he would certainly do his best to protect his allies and kill his enemies, he holds no hard feelings for those who die in combat, nor does he blame his foes should they do the deed or wound him. That being said, there's a time and place for fighting. On the battlefield anything goes, but away from such places like a tavern or in bed, war should be nothing but dirty business done elsewhere. Malkai doesn't much appreciate working over time.
That being said Malkai does enjoy a scrap every now and again, either as a bar brawl or a big battle. He enjoys being the biggest presence on the battlefield, having many foes try and take him down as he stands defiant to their attacks, or for his allies to maneuver around the enemy and attack their flanks. Malkai derives a certain masochistic pleasure from being wounded, and enjoys nothing more than the feel of his blade sinking into foes. Despite his lumbering hulk outside the theater of war, in the midst of chaos and combat, Malkai is but a brush, a tool, in the hands of an artist who will paint this battle in blood.
Biography: Malkai has no country to call his home, as he was born in a band of mercenaries. His mother and father were two orcish warriors themselves, fighting across the mountains of Vriksha, the swamps of Bariura, or the tundras of Sama. Malkai was still a boy when he killed his first man, loading a crossbow for his father when an armored knight had arrived and nearly cut the young lad down. Had Malkai not had fallen and accidentally pull the trigger, his future would have ended right there. Since that day Malkai was given an axe and a shield, and would join his parents in battle wherever it took him.
By the time Malkai could be called a man himself, both his parents had perished. They died a warrior's death taking down a dragon for their commander, ultimately winning the battle they lost their lives too. With the money they would have been paid, Malkai purchased himself better equipment and went his own way. Having no loyalties to any lord the orcish warrior sold his blade to whoever needed it the most, be it some up-and-coming noble trying to make a name for himself, or a desperate village in need of protection against bandits. Sometimes Malkai would fight pro bono and simply kill anything that dared draw a weapon against him or whoever he protects.
Even now Malkai wanders the land looking for his next fight. He has made friends, he has made enemies, he seeks fortune, and he hungers for battle. Both Malkai and the day is still young, and even when night falls he shall simply rest until a new day dawns, and a bright future awaits.
Evolution:
Heavy Armor - Thick steel armor strong enough to ward off most weapons and arrows. It may not be magical, but it does the job.
Battle Axe - A large two-headed cleaver that can cut a horse in two, and if Malkai puts his strength into it, can even cut through armor and shields. Despite it's crude appearance it's a masterwork weapon made of steel.
Wolf Companion - A big friendly wolf that Malkai had picked up in his travels. Not only a friend but a deadly fighter himself, he knocks foes down so Malkai can finish them off. His name is Wolf.
Misc: A surprisingly decent chef. Malkai has much experience foraging around and making due with whatever scraps he can find, and thus can make a nice meal out of whatever he has on hand. Give him proper ingredients and he can make magic. |
8,907 | 251 | 64 | 1,689 | 287 | It wasn’t long before someone joined Rochelle at the bar. It was that effeminate twerpy little kid Rochelle didn’t pay much attention too. The kid looked far too young to be on a journey like this, but the elven features may mean this child-like person was older than he or she looked. Frankly Rochelle couldn’t even tell if the elf was a boy or a girl, so for simplicity sake this kid was a boy. Or maybe even a man. When he came over to speak his concern Rochelle reached out and pulled the boy closer to her, intentionally pressing his face against her breasts.
”Oh, how sweet. Worried that I’ll have too much to drink? Well, can’t let this bottle go to waste. Cheers!” Rochelle poured herself and the kid a glass of whisky, downing hers immediately. She lifted the glass up to the boy’s face, peering down at him as she held him even closer. ”C’mon, just one cup! Or are you too good for my drink?” | Name:Sert
Age:
111
Gender:
Neither
Race:
Machine
Element:
Earth
Personality: Sert doesn't care about other 'things'. These (people, other individuals) are just things like Sert is, except Sert deserves better than them. In order to serve Sert's own greed; Sert will manipulate these 'things'. (again really others but Sert doesn't think of them that way.) Everyone including Sert is a thing to Sert.
Sert doesn't understand emotions like joy, happiness, sorrow. The closest thing that could be connected to an emotion is when Sert can't do what Sert wants to do. Thus Sert feels like Sert is overheating and its uncomfortable. Sert will then get violent and try to remove the obstacle from Sert's path.
Sert also has secrets. Information that Sert doesn't want anyone to know. Find out Sert's secrets and thats one quick way to encounter Sert for the worst.
Biography: Sert was created many years ago by a man who worked in a lab inside a major city of Vriksha. Sert's parts for Sert's birth/construction originated from all over Vriksha and even outside the Kingdom. As Sert's 'master' wanted Sert to be a premium robot, something that could put other robots to shame. Many hours of painstaking work: calculations of how the parts would weld together or in some cases simply adhere to each other were carefully planned and executed.
Something went wrong in the final stage however and as Sert's master put the finishing touch on the robot, the lab room was enveloped in a cloud of thick black smoke.
Sert was awake. And yet the first thing Sert did was ask the master, "Why?"
The master smiled as he replied, "To serve me."
Sert:"Why?"
The master continued to explain.
Sert continued to question why.
Sert was unsatisfied with the master as Sert shoved the one who created Sert against the wall and left the Lab to learn things Sert's way.
Sert spent 10 years learning more about Vriksha in general. After that Sert spent 101 years serving the authority(ies) here in Vriksha. But Sert's patience of serving is wearing thin and Sert may just make a 'play for power' soon.
Evolution:
+A torso or 'chest piece of armor' that is way more durable than the one Sert has now.
+Wheels that can move out from the bottom of Sert's metal 'boots' and allow Sert to roll at high speeds.
+A jetpack like attachment on Sert's back that allows Sert to shoot off into the sky.
Misc:
Sert avoids singing or any form of music.
Finished 1:14pm January 16, 2017 Central Time Zone UTC-06:00 |
8,908 | 251 | 65 | 470 | 1,609 | Claire
Claire's cheeks turned extremely red which only made her/his differently colored eyes stand out more...as she/he tries to escape a bit but is too weak to resist the woman. That and it was his/her only chance to make a new friend...and sure the young-looking elf rarely drinks alcohol, she/he quickly replies,
"I~I'll drink a cup or two if you want to be friends! I'm Claire...sorry...and I guess as a healer, I should carry...a~a part of the task to down the rest of this whiskey. Please go easy on me."
Claire's soft and somewhat squeaky voice resulted in her/him turning even more red as she/he tries to grab the cup of whiskey and down it as quick as Rochelle can. After doing so awkwardly, she/he hiccups a few times and is even more red...despite the tan skin covering up for some of it.
"Wow *hic* so much warmer all of a sudden...should p~probably *hic* make some water to cool us off. Would you like that ma'am?" | Name:
Claire Bright
Age:
21
Gender:
Neither
Race:
Elf
Element:
Water
Appearance:
Small, Lithe build
Has two different colored eyes
Tanned skin
Blonde Hair
Farmer Clothes (neutral)
Personality:
Curious, Shy, and Respectful
Biography:
Never having known...its own gender, Claire's parents have always kept Claire hidden away from the world as much as they could in the Kingdom of Sama. Rarely did the child's parents ever sent Claire out to the forest or the nearby towns/villages to gather as much as the family needed to last for upcoming months. Over time, Claire was taught the healing arts of light...the child's parents were once gifted healers after all of the kingdom, though supposedly now retired. Claire had quite the knack for healing, often practicing in the forests that were near the child's hut. Finally, when the call to action was placed upon the child's parents, they decided to give Claire a chance to find a true calling in life...thus now the new adult in a new world responds to the call, hoping to make a difference and to find out the true meaning in living.
Evolution
1) Develops clothes toward either a male or female
2) Gains a staff
3) Gains Holy Robes while finally gaining a Gender
Theme
None
Misc.:
1) Good Swimmer
2) Has a degree of knowledge on medical plants and sea life
3) Good Fisher |
8,909 | 251 | 66 | 1,491 | 516 | Viranti
With daylight yet running its course for the cycle, the young dragon was finding that locating food in the village would be a lot more trouble than he originally thought. It seems there is a distinct difference between unwanted and very edible vermin and someone's pet. At least that was the impression he got as an elderly lady picked up her dog from the ground and eyed him suspiciously as he walked by. Sure enough, he could sense the distrustful stares of the villagers, word of his "outburst" at the church having spread and people's conclusions were already being drawn. All in all, he thought it better that he realize he had no place here now, instead of while that old lady back there is screaming for help and pummeling him with a long broom or something.
Viranti was far from giving up on the quest, but at least for the night he'd retreat back out of the settlement. He wasn't expecting company but didn't feel in any position to turn anyone down should they want to join him for some reason. Sighing loudly upon remembering where he'd rather spend his first day as a free "man", he followed the trail out of Edivid, trudging along it until a sizable patch of forest came into view, intending to set up camp there. | Don't mind me, just destroying evidence. XP |
8,910 | 251 | 67 | 2,247 | 152 | Nemo stayed at the church for a while, inspecting the remains of the robot that was before him. He did this for a while and before he knew it it was dark outside and one of the people who tended the church politely asked him to leave "OK" he replied drowsily. The kid got up, gathering his supplies and drudged out of the church. His visible eye was half open at this point and he slouched as he slowly moved along the streets of the town. "What to do, what to do" he said, his stomach growled "Food, shelter, I don't want to sleep on that damn metal hammock again". He was sort of acting like a pansy at this point. He continued along for a while "Inn" he said to himself as he decided that he was going to use some of his funds to purchase food and rent a room. He walked into a tavern and saw some of the people that were also called by the oracle. He ignored them and sat down. His bag and walking stick fell to the floor as he took his seat and he slouched down resting his chin on the counter that was before him. His half open yellow eye, which had a slit pupil and a slight glow stared at the bartender "Food please" he said, monotone and disinterested. The bartender took his order and walked off. The boy then closed his eye and began to focus "I wonder where that dragon is" he wondered | Name: Nemo
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Dragon
element: flames, all the flames
Appearance: Nemo dons bloody bandages around his torso, left eye, forearms and lower legs. He wears black ragged pants and a black ragged poncho making him look like a street urchin to some degree. For his main weapons he equips himself with leather holsters for his telescoping spears one on each side of his torso as well as an empty pistol holster on his lower back, weapons are not visible due to being covered by his ragged poncho. Nemo's personal belongings are held in a travel pack with various trinkets hanging off of it from the outside such as a bed roll, a large canteen, some cooking wear, etc, he only wears this during travel though.
Nemo can be physically described as being of modest height, about 5'8 and having a lean muscular build. The color of his skin is dark grey and he has different colored eyes, the left always covered with a bandage along with the boy's forehead. the right is bright yellow which emanates light. His eye's pupils are like vertical slits, dragon like, and give off an air of intensity. His hair is can be described as being dirty blonde to the point of being black, being of medium length and slightly unkempt.
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(if Nemo was cleaned up and wore regular clothing)
Personality: Nemo would more than likely be perceived by others as being a quiet person. By this it can be assumed that he isn't much of a talker, though he does fancy the art of thinking. His mind races frequently focusing mainly on his surroundings in order to ensure the safety of himself and his allies. When he isn't searching for red flags in his environment he is either deep in thought regarding the different philosophies of life or simply in awe of nature.
Though His quiet nature can make others see him as cold he is actually a very mellowed person. He shows sympathy towards those who are unable to defend themselves and likes to look out for them. He does this because when he was alone, he did not have anyone to protect him or to even confide in, causing him to adopt an independent lifestyle. Nemo however does not like to speak about his homeland due to the painful memories of loneliness which he had to endure for the majority of his existence. Due to Nemo's experience in his earlier days he has adopted a view of nihilism towards the world, though he refuses to be miserable due to this philosophy and lives as a pragmatist.
Acedemia is held dearly to Nemo and he has adopted it more as a hobby than a profession due to him being a more talented hunter than magic scientist. His love for knowledge causes him to share ideas with his allies, but he feels the most alive when in a hunt. Nemo likes the kill or be killed dynamic of the wild and enjoys hunting monsters that would test the limits of his combat abilities. Due to this coupled with his independent nature he likes to fight alone and can sometimes fight recklessly, especially when Nemo observes his prey to have a strange power. This causes Nemo to sometimes take unnecessary injuries, which he typically ignores due to the way he lived in his early life.
Biography: Nemo does not remember his birth, or his childhood only the day in which he awoke from the deep slumber in one of the pillars of heaven. The pillars have two functions, to be a nearly autonomous military base populated mostly by sentinels and some living war engineers and to be a weapon of unprecedentedly mass destruction capable of containing and in some cases killing titans, essentially Gods. When he woke up all he had on was some bandages, rags and his trusty weapons. He picked up a magic based pistol for extra protection and went outdoors for the first time in a long time. He soon noticed that he was draconic, for he had not remembered this, his elemental powers being in bad shape however, likely due to some battle he must have fought that caused him to be put under in the first place by his allies, now long gone and long forgotten.
Due to the poor illumination it took Nemo a few hours to get out of the installation, which allowed him to see all of the various technologies of those who came before him who now appear to have long abandoned this area, leaving it to their autonomous army who even noe their numbers dwindle. The various things he saw inspired a massive interest in the lost technologies and the desire to find out how they worked. When Nemo made it outside he was greeted with a sky of ash and embers, dark as the night even at noon. The climate was hot and dry due to the massive amounts of volcanic activity that took place in the Cinderlands. The Cinderlands were essentially a wasteland with no lifeforms except for the corrupted roaming its ashen plains and those that survived the awakening and have moved underground. Nemo should have died in the Cinderlands of dehydration. That was not the case due to Nemo being lucky enough to stumble across a cave system in which he found hidden water springs in cool zones as well as the remnants of buried cities as well as the nests of cave dwelling creatures. This allowed Nemo to resupply in the Cinderlands at the various cave systems in cool zones of the Cinderlands which eventually led him to his freedom.
Nemo wandered the cinderlands for a year, fighting the remnants of the corrupted ones and the sentinels before finally being introduced to the beauty of nature and of the sun. Nemo was happier wandering the northern forests as opposed to the barren Cinderlands and he hunted creatures that tasted good as well as learning to cook using herbs and vegetables instead of the meat of acrid cave dwelling organisms. Nemo also became fascinated with the stars during the night, spending long hours on nights with clear skies simply staring at the intricate galaxy which his home world faced. In terms of travel however, Nemo focused the direction from north to west and eventually ended up in a fortress settlement governed by Solar element Draconics.
He entered the fortress and stayed there for a few months as a magic beast hunter and eventually made enough money to stay in the local inn. He was arrested on charges of impersonating royalty, due to the name he was greeted by when waking up from the deep slumber, and was tried and sentenced to be exiled. The whole experience perplexed the boy and he argued valiantly, even attempted to request a summons from the ruler of the settlement Solaris, A beautiful young woman who was extremely skilled with solar draconic magic. However they refused the summons and sentenced the boy to exile, claiming that he was just a nemo, a remnant from the past who has no importance in this age, Nemo aquired his new name. Nemo refused this statement saying that it was absurd to exile him for simply having a name. This did not help the boy, it in fact worsened his situation. This time he was sent to the Icarian scientists of the advanced western continent, Icarus, to be their subject of their experimentation. In this particular experiment Nemo was allowed his belongings, even his weapons, but it didn't matter. Nemo woke up just like the time he first openned his eyes in the pillar of heaven. This time it was not from a deep sleep but from a real nightmare, he woke up looking at the night sky in a grassy field, an unfamiliar night sky, just as beautiful as the one he experienced on his home world.
Evolution:
Draconic manifestation
-augmentation
-Chains of Cyrus
-Draconic traits
-Draconic forms
note:Nemo's Draconic manifestation involves manifesting his soul into tangible objects, the objects are only as powerful as Nemo's soul
Draconic energy
-Energy Ventilation
-Lesser Flame
-Greater Flame
-Solar Flame
-Void Flame
note:Nemo's gains energy by absorbing plasma from the physical realm and storing it in his soul.
Draconic Aquisition
-Direct Energy
-Soul Absorbtion
-Indirect energy
note:these are not combat skills, they only allow Nemo to absorb energy and he cannot absorb the souls of creatures that are alive or have already been dead for some time. He can only absorb the souls of the very recently deceased which is from seconds to minutes.
Magic weapons
-Energy Siphoning Strength (for spears)
-Dynamo Manipulation skill (for gun)
Misc: Nemo is fairly socially inept and doesn't wear shoes |
8,911 | 251 | 68 | 1,689 | 287 | Tch. I'm not a 'ma'am'. My name is Rochelle. Remember it! The gunslinger poured the two another around of whisky and were not halfway through the bottle. She even took a bit of a swig straight from the bottle. "So you're a healer, huh? I've bet you've been to a lot of fights then. Seen some nasty injuries? I once saw two men rip another in half. Crazy!"
Rochelle teased Claire as she continued to hold him close to her chest. If he was a healer Rochelle hoped he could stomach any sort of injury they get. Rochelle does not make clean kills. | Name:Sert
Age:
111
Gender:
Neither
Race:
Machine
Element:
Earth
Personality: Sert doesn't care about other 'things'. These (people, other individuals) are just things like Sert is, except Sert deserves better than them. In order to serve Sert's own greed; Sert will manipulate these 'things'. (again really others but Sert doesn't think of them that way.) Everyone including Sert is a thing to Sert.
Sert doesn't understand emotions like joy, happiness, sorrow. The closest thing that could be connected to an emotion is when Sert can't do what Sert wants to do. Thus Sert feels like Sert is overheating and its uncomfortable. Sert will then get violent and try to remove the obstacle from Sert's path.
Sert also has secrets. Information that Sert doesn't want anyone to know. Find out Sert's secrets and thats one quick way to encounter Sert for the worst.
Biography: Sert was created many years ago by a man who worked in a lab inside a major city of Vriksha. Sert's parts for Sert's birth/construction originated from all over Vriksha and even outside the Kingdom. As Sert's 'master' wanted Sert to be a premium robot, something that could put other robots to shame. Many hours of painstaking work: calculations of how the parts would weld together or in some cases simply adhere to each other were carefully planned and executed.
Something went wrong in the final stage however and as Sert's master put the finishing touch on the robot, the lab room was enveloped in a cloud of thick black smoke.
Sert was awake. And yet the first thing Sert did was ask the master, "Why?"
The master smiled as he replied, "To serve me."
Sert:"Why?"
The master continued to explain.
Sert continued to question why.
Sert was unsatisfied with the master as Sert shoved the one who created Sert against the wall and left the Lab to learn things Sert's way.
Sert spent 10 years learning more about Vriksha in general. After that Sert spent 101 years serving the authority(ies) here in Vriksha. But Sert's patience of serving is wearing thin and Sert may just make a 'play for power' soon.
Evolution:
+A torso or 'chest piece of armor' that is way more durable than the one Sert has now.
+Wheels that can move out from the bottom of Sert's metal 'boots' and allow Sert to roll at high speeds.
+A jetpack like attachment on Sert's back that allows Sert to shoot off into the sky.
Misc:
Sert avoids singing or any form of music.
Finished 1:14pm January 16, 2017 Central Time Zone UTC-06:00 |
8,912 | 251 | 69 | 470 | 1,609 | Claire nods his/her head, still hiccuping as she/he tries to get a response out. She/He was extremely bashful and red-faced as Rochelle keeps Claire near her chest, though tries to show some sort of confidence when she asked him about his/her skill. This was the one time he can actually make a good impression! Claire tries to focus very carefully on her/his words as she/he begins to speak...
"I've...been in the forests a lot. And fished a lot. I always experimented with healing fishes or other *hic* sea creatures for practice if not myself. Same with forest *hic* creatures. I haven't been that dangerous of *hic* fights...wolves at most. But I *hic* definitely won't falter from healing you or any other *hic* friends of the group. I'm not much of a warrior...but I'll heal to the best of my ability!"
Trying to raise her/his mug with bravado and taps Rochelle's with it for a toast, he/she giggles a few times as she/he takes another drink from the whisky...getting quite drunk very fast probably due to a certain someone's insistence at making the healer with a weak constitution drink. | Name:
Claire Bright
Age:
21
Gender:
Neither
Race:
Elf
Element:
Water
Appearance:
Small, Lithe build
Has two different colored eyes
Tanned skin
Blonde Hair
Farmer Clothes (neutral)
Personality:
Curious, Shy, and Respectful
Biography:
Never having known...its own gender, Claire's parents have always kept Claire hidden away from the world as much as they could in the Kingdom of Sama. Rarely did the child's parents ever sent Claire out to the forest or the nearby towns/villages to gather as much as the family needed to last for upcoming months. Over time, Claire was taught the healing arts of light...the child's parents were once gifted healers after all of the kingdom, though supposedly now retired. Claire had quite the knack for healing, often practicing in the forests that were near the child's hut. Finally, when the call to action was placed upon the child's parents, they decided to give Claire a chance to find a true calling in life...thus now the new adult in a new world responds to the call, hoping to make a difference and to find out the true meaning in living.
Evolution
1) Develops clothes toward either a male or female
2) Gains a staff
3) Gains Holy Robes while finally gaining a Gender
Theme
None
Misc.:
1) Good Swimmer
2) Has a degree of knowledge on medical plants and sea life
3) Good Fisher |
8,913 | 251 | 70 | 1,491 | 516 | Viranti
It was a curious thing.
When Viranti first entered the forest, and after he stood in bewilderment at how much shade there was for a few seconds, he noted the ambient sounds of wildlife, the birds chirping to the spontaneous accompaniment of various calls by scurrying mammals and even larger creatures. It was the presence of these larger creatures that he was most interested in as he was unwilling to risk eating the bulbous and colorful growths on the branches and bushes.
Unfortunately, Viranti found that there was a learning curve involved with hunting deer in a forest for anyone unfamiliar with either. It seemed like an eventual matter, but it wasn't long until he came across a wild bear during one of his attempts, the large, furry beast roaring loudly and charging at the dragonute. Viranti frowned, not at all thrilled that he wouldn't get another chance to hunt deer before the day was through.
...
The beast took a while to skin, but Viranti was eager to try cooking chunks of it on a spit over the fire pit he made next to a pile of leaves where he'd be sleeping. He had dragged his kill to a clearing, wanting to see the stars before he slept for the night. As he thought and mulled over while he relocated what was left of the bear's carcass elsewhere so he wouldn't be bothered further: the stars were unlike the celestial bodies overlooking his homeland. Though, as he just about gorged himself on bear meat and drank what he could from a nearby lake, he did feel marginally better, the animal's flesh almost having a sweet quality to it, although that could have just been because of how hungry he was. Either way, it was the first good thing that's happened to him since this ordeal. And so, with little else to do and with the crackling fire to keep him warm, Viranti laid down in a curled position over the bed of leaves, his tail curving in front of his legs.
The curious thing was: The forest was completely silent, as though even the nocturnal creatures were disinclined to make a sound. This would continue all the way until the dragon left for the village in the morning. | Don't mind me, just destroying evidence. XP |
8,914 | 251 | 71 | 565 | 507 | Nephele
Nephele nods with agreement to Loralei "Im sure Lady Khistina shall do great. After all it is our job to trust and believe in our mi-" She would stop as Khristina started to speak. Followed by Loralei "Why do I have to choose?!" She was sweating and panicking. She looked to the ground all flustered and sighs "Can't we just do normal things?"
Khristina giggled a bit. "You always were a nervous wreck Nephele. Alright, I guess we'll head back to the inn then, it has been a long day." Khristina said smiling as she walked back to the inn to turn in for the night. "You'll be joining us, right? Or do have somewhere to be after we leave town?" Loralei asked Nephele curiously. After she got answer, Loralei would head to Khristina's room to check and see if she needed anything and then headed to her own room to rest for the following day. Khristina lied in bed reading a bit of her tome before turning off the lights. "We will save Gaia... I promise, Lucius..."
After a bit of preperation, Khristina was out the door of the inn, with an apple in her mouth and Loralei close behind. She waited on the edge of town where a gate leading to Agni was open and ready to transport the group, the red glow of the elegant gate seemed as fiery as the kingdom it lead to. "I hope they are as willing to help as they said they are... Would be a shame if we were to go on this journey with only a few allies by our side..." "Don't worry Lady Khristina... I'm sure they will all arrive." Loralei reassured her. Khristina sat on a rock beside the gate and waited patiently for the others to arrive.
So the journey is about to begin, go over how your characters' night was like and then send them to gate. It's almost time. | Name: Khristina
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Race: Kitsune
Element: Light
"I have learned many things on my journey, now I will put all I've learned to use. Lucius guide me."
Personality: Khristina is a free spirited, kind hearted, fox tailed traveler. Her love for knowledge and her innate curiosity is both a blessing and a curse as she is very knowledgeable, yet is prone to getting into matters that don't concern her. Despite her love for all knowledge on magic, Khristina is very cautious towards any at all dark magic, not because she hates or distrusts it, but because of dark magic's ability to do more harm than good in the wrong hands. She's always willing to chat, no matter the topic, just be prepared for a long talk as she is very talkative.
Biography: Khristina was born into magic nobility in the kingdom of La Veda. As she grew up, Khristina began to grow tired of her boring noble lifestyle. Learn this, learn that, well how about learning something she wanted to learn? When she turned 18, Khristina gathered her things and left behind her nobility to travel beyond the boundaries of La Veda. Her journey has taken her through the kingdoms of Vriksha, Agni, Sama, and even Bariura, where she learned the many types of magic that are taught in the kingdoms. Her knowledge grew to the point where she would attract the attention of the God of Light, Lucius. Calling for her aid against the threat of the Fallen Gods, Lucius named Khristina his Oracle, the person who would gather together others who Lucius has called, and guide them in their fight against the Fallen Gods. Khristina now holds her head up high, knowing that it wasn't a mistake to leave La Veda, as she now has a greater destiny ahead of her.
Evolution: As her power grows, Khristina begins to pulse with magic from all of the six elements. She also grows five additional tails, with each tail wearing a colored ring to represent each of the elements |
8,915 | 251 | 72 | 2,042 | 1,486 | ---Ryuuga---
Waking up with the sun shining on his face, Ryuuga sat up. Looking at his surrounding he remembered he'd slept in a nice couple's shop. The sunlight came in through a high window, which made the room very well-lit so early in the morning. Making his way down from the upstairs room, Ryuuga admired the work he'd done last night, the sight of a job well-done always satisfied him. It would've too, if he hadn't seen some spots he'd forgotten.
Quickly getting the cleaning tools again, he finished up the job he'd started the day before. When he sat down again and looked at the clean shop, almost sparkling. After admiring his job for a couple more minutesand slowly waking up, he left a 'thank you'-note and stepped outside. Breathing in the fresh morning air filled him with new energy as he headed to the tavern to order some breakfast.
--One tasty breakfast later--
Ryuuga stood up and ordered an extra bit of food for during the trip. This would probably become his lunch. Once more stepping outside, he realized he had no clue where to go, so he decided to look around from higher grounds. And as it would reveal, the oracle was waiting at the gates. Jumping down and landing 'gracefully' (this means not breaking his legs or falling face-first onto the ground) he went on his (merry?) way. Approaching the oracle and company with a casual "Hey."
and probably | Name: 'Golden Rogue' Elise
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Element: Thunder
Appearance:
Personality:
Elise has a cold stare and a warm personality. She usually acts cheerful in and around towns, because she's usually a nice person. While her rogue-like appearance suggests a rather shady character, she is relatively sociable and usually helps people--for free! However, she has also demanded fees for helping, often enough. Despiter having a jovial attitude, she has a short temper and can occasionally be downright cruel.
Biography:
Elise has grown up in a small town, much to her liking, she bas always been good at using knives and when she reached the age of 15 she took some knives and skipped town. She loved the quiet atmosphere, but her curiosity got the better of her and she went to discover the outside world. She has since then done many odd jobs, but always refused dirtier works. With the money she made, Elise first got a weapon upgrade, replacing her knives with shortswords. Later she also purchased a set of armor. Because she isn't exactly rich, this armor had to be affordable, so she purchased leather armor. Even though she now uses swords in combat, she still carries her old knives. She is intent on one day returning them home.
Evolution:
-Burst Acceleration
Elise gains golden dragon feet. With these new muscles she can launch herself at a speed of 20 m/s*.
Any distance higher than 10 meter becomes slightly inaccurate, though.
-Wrath Claws
Elise hands turn into golden, dragonic claws, capable of strong, accurate strikes.
-Dragon's Pride
Elise grows fully operational wings, horns and a dragonic tail.
-Dragonic Endurance
Elise develops a scaly armor covering most of her body, and her face also turns more dragonic. At this point, she might as well be a dragon.
-Piercing Gaze
Elise's presence grows overwhelming, direct eye contact with her causes others to freeze in place. It is not absolute, but hinders movement a lot.
*This is 72 km/h or +/-44 mph.
Misc:
Elise is by all means a rogue-like fighter, but she insists on being called a 'Master of Blades'. |
8,916 | 251 | 73 | 1,310 | 1,136 | Nephele
Nephele sighs deeply before nodding "N-n-n-yes…. I am a nervous wreck…." She giggles nervously before continuing to follow Khristina and Loralei "I will be joining you…" She had somewhere to be while they were out of town. The girl stood outside the inn, she was unsure what to do with her life at the moment. Nephele sat outside the inn the whole night, she was deep in thought.
The next day when Khristina and Loralei were out the door. Nephele would be asleep, though the slamming of the inn door as it shut would send her into a panic and she would rush after the two other people. Nephele seemed completely drained and exhausted at the lack of sleep she had the previous night. She would collapse beside the rock that Khristina was sitting on. The girl would look up to the man known as Ryuuga and would wave weakly to the man. She wouldn't say any words though
, | Name:
Nephele
Age:
16
Gender:
Female
Race:
Human (Has dragon blood)
Element:
Light
Appearance:
Personality:
Nephele enjoys others company though she can be quite awkward. She is passionate with everything she does. Though she has never had any evolution happen to her before, thus she is scared what will happen. She is a pure and innocent soul... Thus easily corrupted by people.
Biography:
Nephele grew up within a family with no money. She would always love hearing the story of a prince which would rule his kingdom with kindness rather than with an iron fist. But this wasn't like the story, her family would reach the point where they had to put Nephele at an auction to make some money. Lucky for Nephele she was won by the lovely Lady Khristina and spends her time doing work around Khristina's house as one of her maids. Mainly cleaning and making sure Khristina was happy. Any spare time Nephele had would be spent learning her way around a rapier. The day would arise when Lucius called for people to aid him with a quest
Nephele has no idea what secrets lie within her blood. She just knows she shall be at Khristina's side for the entirety of this quest
Evolution:
Physical: When Nephele evolves her body starts to become more dragon-like. Starting with a tail and horns. Next would come her ears becoming pointy and sticking out to the sides rather than up. Wings would follow soon after. Her teeth would mold into fangs and her nails would become more like claws. Her eyes would change into that of a dragon. During all this scales would be starting to form at random points on her body.
Mental: After storing enough energy into her rapier, Nephele can stab it into the ground to form a barrier of protection against dark elements. This is also the only time where Nephele is not corruptible. This barrier would protect against anyone who had any feels of wanting to harm Nephele or anyone within the barrier. The barrier can only be held while energy is still within the rapier. |
8,917 | 251 | 74 | 1,445 | 9,365 | Malakaus woke up in the middle of the forest next to a dying fire and a pack of wolves. He vaguely remembered what happened yesterday: at some point someone had the bright idea of feeding the wolves wine and things got crazy from there. Getting back onto his feet the other wolves seemed to stir, wondering what the large orc in iron was doing. "Neh. Wolf! Get up, iz time to go." Wolf was curled up with the others, but upon being called the feral canine yawned, picked up his sword, and followed Malakaus out of the forest and back to the town.
Seemed like his old friends had left him for greener pastures. Suited him just fine. Better that he got to know some of these other folks than to just keeping sticking around the old timers. Right now it only looked like three of the people from before were here, one who was the oracle. "Aye." Malakaus called out to them. He was still groggy and sleepy, but if they were going to be marching out soon he'll get over it. For now he just ate a simple breakfast consisting of a dry sandwich and water from his waterskin. "Dis it?" | Name: Malkai Ironbelly
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Orc
Element: Earth
Appearance:
Personality: Might makes right, as Malkai always says. In all things moral and ethical the one who's truly good is whoever is left to tell their tales. Malkai has seen good men die and bad men profit, and in the end the world goes on without every caring. For the orc himself, he knows damn well that what he cares and what he believes in has very little baring about how the world works. Just because one does good does not mean they're rewarded, and just because one does evil does not mean they will be punished. To that end, good must be done for goodness's sake, and evil can be be a reward in of itself.
Having been raised in strife and conflicts Malkai has seen many friends die and killed many enemies of his own. While he would certainly do his best to protect his allies and kill his enemies, he holds no hard feelings for those who die in combat, nor does he blame his foes should they do the deed or wound him. That being said, there's a time and place for fighting. On the battlefield anything goes, but away from such places like a tavern or in bed, war should be nothing but dirty business done elsewhere. Malkai doesn't much appreciate working over time.
That being said Malkai does enjoy a scrap every now and again, either as a bar brawl or a big battle. He enjoys being the biggest presence on the battlefield, having many foes try and take him down as he stands defiant to their attacks, or for his allies to maneuver around the enemy and attack their flanks. Malkai derives a certain masochistic pleasure from being wounded, and enjoys nothing more than the feel of his blade sinking into foes. Despite his lumbering hulk outside the theater of war, in the midst of chaos and combat, Malkai is but a brush, a tool, in the hands of an artist who will paint this battle in blood.
Biography: Malkai has no country to call his home, as he was born in a band of mercenaries. His mother and father were two orcish warriors themselves, fighting across the mountains of Vriksha, the swamps of Bariura, or the tundras of Sama. Malkai was still a boy when he killed his first man, loading a crossbow for his father when an armored knight had arrived and nearly cut the young lad down. Had Malkai not had fallen and accidentally pull the trigger, his future would have ended right there. Since that day Malkai was given an axe and a shield, and would join his parents in battle wherever it took him.
By the time Malkai could be called a man himself, both his parents had perished. They died a warrior's death taking down a dragon for their commander, ultimately winning the battle they lost their lives too. With the money they would have been paid, Malkai purchased himself better equipment and went his own way. Having no loyalties to any lord the orcish warrior sold his blade to whoever needed it the most, be it some up-and-coming noble trying to make a name for himself, or a desperate village in need of protection against bandits. Sometimes Malkai would fight pro bono and simply kill anything that dared draw a weapon against him or whoever he protects.
Even now Malkai wanders the land looking for his next fight. He has made friends, he has made enemies, he seeks fortune, and he hungers for battle. Both Malkai and the day is still young, and even when night falls he shall simply rest until a new day dawns, and a bright future awaits.
Evolution:
Heavy Armor - Thick steel armor strong enough to ward off most weapons and arrows. It may not be magical, but it does the job.
Battle Axe - A large two-headed cleaver that can cut a horse in two, and if Malkai puts his strength into it, can even cut through armor and shields. Despite it's crude appearance it's a masterwork weapon made of steel.
Wolf Companion - A big friendly wolf that Malkai had picked up in his travels. Not only a friend but a deadly fighter himself, he knocks foes down so Malkai can finish them off. His name is Wolf.
Misc: A surprisingly decent chef. Malkai has much experience foraging around and making due with whatever scraps he can find, and thus can make a nice meal out of whatever he has on hand. Give him proper ingredients and he can make magic. |
8,918 | 251 | 75 | 1,491 | 516 | Viranti
Viranti’s world shrunk and his perception was hindered by a dissonant haze, not that the pitch black backdrop that made up this setting left much to be observed. Parallels could be drawn to before he first woke up in this world, except he really couldn’t move and just layed on his back, limbs sprawled out and him facing upward, him at least discerning that much. The feeling of being bounded and immobile was epotently familiar and wholly unwelcome, and he struggled in place to break free, but wasn’t in the least bit successful. His efforts gradually grew in urgency and progressed into full blown panic.
After a tense few moments, the deeply alarmed dragon finally moved his right arm and swung it in front of his field of vision. But what should have been a cause for relief turned anything but, his bare hand and forearm appearing to petrify into hardened sandstone before cracking and jaggedly splintering apart before his eyes.
Viranti’s eyes surged wide open, his body coming alive in a frenzy of movement that climaxed with him jolting into a roll off of his bed of leaves. He breathlessly surveyed his surroundings and found that he was back in the forest, just prior to sunrise. Now on his knees, his breathing slowed gradually and indeed was visible in the frigid early morning. His left arm helped hold himself up as his right hand smoothed over his face and down his head and horn. It was fair to say: that was all the sleep he’d be getting for the time being.
...
Viranti had eaten all he could the night before and decided to spend some time sitting by the lake, his feet in the water. The marvelous novelty of a sizable body of water wasn’t lost on the hunter, him feeling what it might be like to be a human stumbling across a similar quantity of gold or treasure. He smirked thinly as his feet played about under the surface, proud of himself that he wasn’t empty headed enough to jump right in the first time he saw it and probably drown within minutes.
Lingering for a few moments after daybreak, the young dragon exited the forest, taking only a few of the supplies he had gathered the previous day and headed back to Edivid, quietly in thought throughout the trip. He arrived to find the Oracle and some of the others waiting next to a fantastic “structure” of some kind. “I am here, Oracle,” he spoke simply, eyeing the gateway skeptically. “This is where we must go?” His unfamiliarity with this mode of travel may go without saying, but he was willing to enter this portal with little question should it be necessary for him to do so. | Don't mind me, just destroying evidence. XP |
8,919 | 251 | 76 | 1,689 | 287 | Rochelle woke up in a dingy room with all the pillows, blankets, and even the bed tossed about. She was half-naked and the first thing she checked on was her gun, which was laying underneath a pillow with no ammo. Seemed like she shot something last night, but she could hardly remember. Her head was sore so she knew she had been drinking. "Ugh. Got to get ready..." Gathering up her clothes Rochelle dressed herself again, loaded more bullets into her revolver, and headed down stairs. Seemed like most everyone had already gone. She headed over to the innkeeper to pay her rent as well as pick up a meal to go. Who knows how long it'd be before they'd reach civilization again so it'd pay to be prepared.
Though still irritable and suffering from a mild hangover Rochelle met with the other destined warriors of this vaguely described mission from god. At this point she didn't really know or care about what the quest was, she just wanted to get on with it. "I'm here, I'm here. What's with the portal?" Rochelle waved her hand in the general direction of the gate. The lands beyond seemed familiar, but she wasn't in the right state of mind to start remembering things. | Name:Sert
Age:
111
Gender:
Neither
Race:
Machine
Element:
Earth
Personality: Sert doesn't care about other 'things'. These (people, other individuals) are just things like Sert is, except Sert deserves better than them. In order to serve Sert's own greed; Sert will manipulate these 'things'. (again really others but Sert doesn't think of them that way.) Everyone including Sert is a thing to Sert.
Sert doesn't understand emotions like joy, happiness, sorrow. The closest thing that could be connected to an emotion is when Sert can't do what Sert wants to do. Thus Sert feels like Sert is overheating and its uncomfortable. Sert will then get violent and try to remove the obstacle from Sert's path.
Sert also has secrets. Information that Sert doesn't want anyone to know. Find out Sert's secrets and thats one quick way to encounter Sert for the worst.
Biography: Sert was created many years ago by a man who worked in a lab inside a major city of Vriksha. Sert's parts for Sert's birth/construction originated from all over Vriksha and even outside the Kingdom. As Sert's 'master' wanted Sert to be a premium robot, something that could put other robots to shame. Many hours of painstaking work: calculations of how the parts would weld together or in some cases simply adhere to each other were carefully planned and executed.
Something went wrong in the final stage however and as Sert's master put the finishing touch on the robot, the lab room was enveloped in a cloud of thick black smoke.
Sert was awake. And yet the first thing Sert did was ask the master, "Why?"
The master smiled as he replied, "To serve me."
Sert:"Why?"
The master continued to explain.
Sert continued to question why.
Sert was unsatisfied with the master as Sert shoved the one who created Sert against the wall and left the Lab to learn things Sert's way.
Sert spent 10 years learning more about Vriksha in general. After that Sert spent 101 years serving the authority(ies) here in Vriksha. But Sert's patience of serving is wearing thin and Sert may just make a 'play for power' soon.
Evolution:
+A torso or 'chest piece of armor' that is way more durable than the one Sert has now.
+Wheels that can move out from the bottom of Sert's metal 'boots' and allow Sert to roll at high speeds.
+A jetpack like attachment on Sert's back that allows Sert to shoot off into the sky.
Misc:
Sert avoids singing or any form of music.
Finished 1:14pm January 16, 2017 Central Time Zone UTC-06:00 |
8,920 | 251 | 77 | 2,247 | 152 | Nemo had, after recharging by eating a large and delicious meal, ran across the rooftops of the town. He had given away many of the items in his bag, not seeing them as necessary for the journey. He had sold his cooking equipment and gave his books to the owner of a book printer who he befriended and asked her to make copies of his books and keep the originals safe for him when he returns. All he had were his tattered clothes, and his weapons holstered at his sides. When he felt bored of running the rooftops he went to his tower to sleep, he decided in the end that he would sleep in the usual place. He made a chain hammock and slept on it that night, not very comfortably though.
When he woke up, despite the uncomfortable sleeping conditions was fairly energized, his right eye was visibly glowing despite the sun being out and he felt like he could take on the world, he was filled with excitement. With that he went off, simply climbing down the side of the church rather than using his chains. He walked to the gate and said ""reporting for duty!" in a monotone and slightly disinterested voice, despite being so revved up. | Name: Nemo
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Dragon
element: flames, all the flames
Appearance: Nemo dons bloody bandages around his torso, left eye, forearms and lower legs. He wears black ragged pants and a black ragged poncho making him look like a street urchin to some degree. For his main weapons he equips himself with leather holsters for his telescoping spears one on each side of his torso as well as an empty pistol holster on his lower back, weapons are not visible due to being covered by his ragged poncho. Nemo's personal belongings are held in a travel pack with various trinkets hanging off of it from the outside such as a bed roll, a large canteen, some cooking wear, etc, he only wears this during travel though.
Nemo can be physically described as being of modest height, about 5'8 and having a lean muscular build. The color of his skin is dark grey and he has different colored eyes, the left always covered with a bandage along with the boy's forehead. the right is bright yellow which emanates light. His eye's pupils are like vertical slits, dragon like, and give off an air of intensity. His hair is can be described as being dirty blonde to the point of being black, being of medium length and slightly unkempt.
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(if Nemo was cleaned up and wore regular clothing)
Personality: Nemo would more than likely be perceived by others as being a quiet person. By this it can be assumed that he isn't much of a talker, though he does fancy the art of thinking. His mind races frequently focusing mainly on his surroundings in order to ensure the safety of himself and his allies. When he isn't searching for red flags in his environment he is either deep in thought regarding the different philosophies of life or simply in awe of nature.
Though His quiet nature can make others see him as cold he is actually a very mellowed person. He shows sympathy towards those who are unable to defend themselves and likes to look out for them. He does this because when he was alone, he did not have anyone to protect him or to even confide in, causing him to adopt an independent lifestyle. Nemo however does not like to speak about his homeland due to the painful memories of loneliness which he had to endure for the majority of his existence. Due to Nemo's experience in his earlier days he has adopted a view of nihilism towards the world, though he refuses to be miserable due to this philosophy and lives as a pragmatist.
Acedemia is held dearly to Nemo and he has adopted it more as a hobby than a profession due to him being a more talented hunter than magic scientist. His love for knowledge causes him to share ideas with his allies, but he feels the most alive when in a hunt. Nemo likes the kill or be killed dynamic of the wild and enjoys hunting monsters that would test the limits of his combat abilities. Due to this coupled with his independent nature he likes to fight alone and can sometimes fight recklessly, especially when Nemo observes his prey to have a strange power. This causes Nemo to sometimes take unnecessary injuries, which he typically ignores due to the way he lived in his early life.
Biography: Nemo does not remember his birth, or his childhood only the day in which he awoke from the deep slumber in one of the pillars of heaven. The pillars have two functions, to be a nearly autonomous military base populated mostly by sentinels and some living war engineers and to be a weapon of unprecedentedly mass destruction capable of containing and in some cases killing titans, essentially Gods. When he woke up all he had on was some bandages, rags and his trusty weapons. He picked up a magic based pistol for extra protection and went outdoors for the first time in a long time. He soon noticed that he was draconic, for he had not remembered this, his elemental powers being in bad shape however, likely due to some battle he must have fought that caused him to be put under in the first place by his allies, now long gone and long forgotten.
Due to the poor illumination it took Nemo a few hours to get out of the installation, which allowed him to see all of the various technologies of those who came before him who now appear to have long abandoned this area, leaving it to their autonomous army who even noe their numbers dwindle. The various things he saw inspired a massive interest in the lost technologies and the desire to find out how they worked. When Nemo made it outside he was greeted with a sky of ash and embers, dark as the night even at noon. The climate was hot and dry due to the massive amounts of volcanic activity that took place in the Cinderlands. The Cinderlands were essentially a wasteland with no lifeforms except for the corrupted roaming its ashen plains and those that survived the awakening and have moved underground. Nemo should have died in the Cinderlands of dehydration. That was not the case due to Nemo being lucky enough to stumble across a cave system in which he found hidden water springs in cool zones as well as the remnants of buried cities as well as the nests of cave dwelling creatures. This allowed Nemo to resupply in the Cinderlands at the various cave systems in cool zones of the Cinderlands which eventually led him to his freedom.
Nemo wandered the cinderlands for a year, fighting the remnants of the corrupted ones and the sentinels before finally being introduced to the beauty of nature and of the sun. Nemo was happier wandering the northern forests as opposed to the barren Cinderlands and he hunted creatures that tasted good as well as learning to cook using herbs and vegetables instead of the meat of acrid cave dwelling organisms. Nemo also became fascinated with the stars during the night, spending long hours on nights with clear skies simply staring at the intricate galaxy which his home world faced. In terms of travel however, Nemo focused the direction from north to west and eventually ended up in a fortress settlement governed by Solar element Draconics.
He entered the fortress and stayed there for a few months as a magic beast hunter and eventually made enough money to stay in the local inn. He was arrested on charges of impersonating royalty, due to the name he was greeted by when waking up from the deep slumber, and was tried and sentenced to be exiled. The whole experience perplexed the boy and he argued valiantly, even attempted to request a summons from the ruler of the settlement Solaris, A beautiful young woman who was extremely skilled with solar draconic magic. However they refused the summons and sentenced the boy to exile, claiming that he was just a nemo, a remnant from the past who has no importance in this age, Nemo aquired his new name. Nemo refused this statement saying that it was absurd to exile him for simply having a name. This did not help the boy, it in fact worsened his situation. This time he was sent to the Icarian scientists of the advanced western continent, Icarus, to be their subject of their experimentation. In this particular experiment Nemo was allowed his belongings, even his weapons, but it didn't matter. Nemo woke up just like the time he first openned his eyes in the pillar of heaven. This time it was not from a deep sleep but from a real nightmare, he woke up looking at the night sky in a grassy field, an unfamiliar night sky, just as beautiful as the one he experienced on his home world.
Evolution:
Draconic manifestation
-augmentation
-Chains of Cyrus
-Draconic traits
-Draconic forms
note:Nemo's Draconic manifestation involves manifesting his soul into tangible objects, the objects are only as powerful as Nemo's soul
Draconic energy
-Energy Ventilation
-Lesser Flame
-Greater Flame
-Solar Flame
-Void Flame
note:Nemo's gains energy by absorbing plasma from the physical realm and storing it in his soul.
Draconic Aquisition
-Direct Energy
-Soul Absorbtion
-Indirect energy
note:these are not combat skills, they only allow Nemo to absorb energy and he cannot absorb the souls of creatures that are alive or have already been dead for some time. He can only absorb the souls of the very recently deceased which is from seconds to minutes.
Magic weapons
-Energy Siphoning Strength (for spears)
-Dynamo Manipulation skill (for gun)
Misc: Nemo is fairly socially inept and doesn't wear shoes |
8,921 | 251 | 78 | 470 | 1,609 | Claire was not feeling so great when she/he woke up that morning. Being tied to a bed and feeling sore all over didn't help...nor did the amount of strange bite marks around her/his chest area make Claire feel even more uncomfortable. She/He did eventually get untangled from being tied to the bed and puts on his/her clothes on bashfully...turning more and more red faced as she/he realized what the two did last night. Thankfully, Rochelle was still sleeping when Claire woke up and she/he decided to start heading out to the meeting point and gather a few herbs for tea before reaching the area.
After a while...Claire definitely lost track of time. She/He was too busy making a relaxing brew to fix her/his hangover from the previous night that Claire ended up being late at the meeting. Huffing and puffing from how far Claire had to run, she/he noticies Rochelle nearby and waves at her with a red face once more. Claire hurries over to her side and offers the relaxing brew that she/he made for Rochelle as well.
"S~sorry for being a hindrance last night! I hope that this makes up for it and we can still b~be friends! Next time I'll do better and try even harder!"
Claire has no idea about how perverse that sounded and meant to say that as in how she/he failed as a healer to prevent the two from getting that drunk... | Name:
Claire Bright
Age:
21
Gender:
Neither
Race:
Elf
Element:
Water
Appearance:
Small, Lithe build
Has two different colored eyes
Tanned skin
Blonde Hair
Farmer Clothes (neutral)
Personality:
Curious, Shy, and Respectful
Biography:
Never having known...its own gender, Claire's parents have always kept Claire hidden away from the world as much as they could in the Kingdom of Sama. Rarely did the child's parents ever sent Claire out to the forest or the nearby towns/villages to gather as much as the family needed to last for upcoming months. Over time, Claire was taught the healing arts of light...the child's parents were once gifted healers after all of the kingdom, though supposedly now retired. Claire had quite the knack for healing, often practicing in the forests that were near the child's hut. Finally, when the call to action was placed upon the child's parents, they decided to give Claire a chance to find a true calling in life...thus now the new adult in a new world responds to the call, hoping to make a difference and to find out the true meaning in living.
Evolution
1) Develops clothes toward either a male or female
2) Gains a staff
3) Gains Holy Robes while finally gaining a Gender
Theme
None
Misc.:
1) Good Swimmer
2) Has a degree of knowledge on medical plants and sea life
3) Good Fisher |
8,922 | 251 | 79 | 1,491 | 516 | Viranti
Viranti looked over to the party's healer and gunner, a perplexed look on his face. There was an odd smell from their direction, the initial reason for turning his head in the first place. The source was mostly from the inordinate amount of alcohol they had consumed, not that the former desert dweller had the slightest clue. But by the looks of them, the pointy-eared being looked a lot like a subordinate or even servant to his strange-hatted master. Although servitude needn't be the case, he was inclined to believe it so, given the boy's demeanor. Besides, he wouldn't put it past non-draconic cultures to support some kind of slavery, indentured or otherwise. Unsurprisingly, bondage of any kind didn't sit well with him, but he wasn't about to interfere with other people's affairs. Those days looked to be long over.
He returned his attention to the "gate", huffing in subtle impatience when it became clear that the Oracle was waiting for everyone to be ready before answering much of anything, making his own inquiry kind of pointless. He may be a simple brute in the eyes of everyone here, but he knew a trend when he saw one. So, in order to not be bored to death, Viranti, upon taking notice of the ironclad tower of a man (Malkai), decided to let his curiosity get the better of him and he walked over to the orc, sizing him up from about two yards away. Viranti's arms were crossed, not about let his guard down in front of such a formidable-looking warrior. Additionally, given yesterday's events, he couldn't be sure that anyone wouldn't just attack him out of the blue - this world was weird like that. "Hmm... You don't seem at all like any being I've ever seen before. I'm curious as to what manner of creature you are," a fairly neutral query as to Malkai's race. The dragonute had little idea what to realistically expect. If he was going to be attacked, it probably would have happened by now. | Don't mind me, just destroying evidence. XP |
8,923 | 251 | 80 | 1,445 | 9,365 | More of the interpret heroes arrived, some in better shape than others. Malkai wasn't going to question it: what their personal lives were didn't matter to him. If their nightly activities got in the way of doing their job, that just means more loot for him. The orc rested his massive axe against the ground, leaning against it as they waited for the others to arrive, or perhaps for the oracle to give some final declaration of some sort. Either way one of the heroes came and asked more about Malkai. "Hmm. Wot, ya never seen an ork 'fore?" Malkai could tell from the way he looked at him, that this person was trying to gauge Malkai's strength. He regonized those eyes from many a warriors and ruffians in the past: people who want to see if they could take Malkai in a fight. Malkai was still around, so that spoke for itself.
"Ain't much ta tell, Tails. I'm big, green, and made fer fightin'. Learned how ta swing a club fer I knew wot me name was. Turns out we orks make one up fer ourselves. Yer normie see orks in big mobs and fightin' all o'er da place. Lootin, killin', rapin', dat sort a thing. I just happen ta be an ork outta a mob." Granted Malkai never really joined a mob proper: usually he just sold his blade out to whoever could afford it, and most orks don't bother paying him anything. Thus nearly all his clients were humans or other weaker races who scrounged together whatever goods they could to pay Malkai to fight for them, usually other orks he happens to have found at that time. Usually it turns out well for his employers. Otherwise Malkai wouldn't be here discussing it.
"If yer hopin' ta find somefink speshul 'bout me, yer gunna be disappoint. I'm as ork as ya can git wifout me taking a hack at ya, down ta my gener' attitude 'bout dis hero biz. Don't really know dis Lucius feller, an don't wot he see's in me, but if he's got fightin' to do and loot fer me then I'll be dere." | Name: Malkai Ironbelly
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Orc
Element: Earth
Appearance:
Personality: Might makes right, as Malkai always says. In all things moral and ethical the one who's truly good is whoever is left to tell their tales. Malkai has seen good men die and bad men profit, and in the end the world goes on without every caring. For the orc himself, he knows damn well that what he cares and what he believes in has very little baring about how the world works. Just because one does good does not mean they're rewarded, and just because one does evil does not mean they will be punished. To that end, good must be done for goodness's sake, and evil can be be a reward in of itself.
Having been raised in strife and conflicts Malkai has seen many friends die and killed many enemies of his own. While he would certainly do his best to protect his allies and kill his enemies, he holds no hard feelings for those who die in combat, nor does he blame his foes should they do the deed or wound him. That being said, there's a time and place for fighting. On the battlefield anything goes, but away from such places like a tavern or in bed, war should be nothing but dirty business done elsewhere. Malkai doesn't much appreciate working over time.
That being said Malkai does enjoy a scrap every now and again, either as a bar brawl or a big battle. He enjoys being the biggest presence on the battlefield, having many foes try and take him down as he stands defiant to their attacks, or for his allies to maneuver around the enemy and attack their flanks. Malkai derives a certain masochistic pleasure from being wounded, and enjoys nothing more than the feel of his blade sinking into foes. Despite his lumbering hulk outside the theater of war, in the midst of chaos and combat, Malkai is but a brush, a tool, in the hands of an artist who will paint this battle in blood.
Biography: Malkai has no country to call his home, as he was born in a band of mercenaries. His mother and father were two orcish warriors themselves, fighting across the mountains of Vriksha, the swamps of Bariura, or the tundras of Sama. Malkai was still a boy when he killed his first man, loading a crossbow for his father when an armored knight had arrived and nearly cut the young lad down. Had Malkai not had fallen and accidentally pull the trigger, his future would have ended right there. Since that day Malkai was given an axe and a shield, and would join his parents in battle wherever it took him.
By the time Malkai could be called a man himself, both his parents had perished. They died a warrior's death taking down a dragon for their commander, ultimately winning the battle they lost their lives too. With the money they would have been paid, Malkai purchased himself better equipment and went his own way. Having no loyalties to any lord the orcish warrior sold his blade to whoever needed it the most, be it some up-and-coming noble trying to make a name for himself, or a desperate village in need of protection against bandits. Sometimes Malkai would fight pro bono and simply kill anything that dared draw a weapon against him or whoever he protects.
Even now Malkai wanders the land looking for his next fight. He has made friends, he has made enemies, he seeks fortune, and he hungers for battle. Both Malkai and the day is still young, and even when night falls he shall simply rest until a new day dawns, and a bright future awaits.
Evolution:
Heavy Armor - Thick steel armor strong enough to ward off most weapons and arrows. It may not be magical, but it does the job.
Battle Axe - A large two-headed cleaver that can cut a horse in two, and if Malkai puts his strength into it, can even cut through armor and shields. Despite it's crude appearance it's a masterwork weapon made of steel.
Wolf Companion - A big friendly wolf that Malkai had picked up in his travels. Not only a friend but a deadly fighter himself, he knocks foes down so Malkai can finish them off. His name is Wolf.
Misc: A surprisingly decent chef. Malkai has much experience foraging around and making due with whatever scraps he can find, and thus can make a nice meal out of whatever he has on hand. Give him proper ingredients and he can make magic. |
8,924 | 251 | 81 | 732 | 8,837 | Melfenius
Melfenius shook herself from the stonewall she was staring at as the sun shone on her pale face. Nothing had happened as expected and she'd spent the last few hours of the night simply thinking about things. Nothing and everything really. She shrugged to herself and moved to the front of the town where they were supposed to meet, curious to see how many people would actually show. She suspected some of them would ditch the quest for various reasons, but time would tell. It seemed a few were already here and having lively conversation at that. Well Melfenius had no desire to awkwardly insert herself so merely watched silently and in fact a little ominously. | Name
Melfenius
Age
53
Gender
Female
Race
Skeleton
Element
Dark
Personality
Melfenius is a rather pessimistic person yet they go on without dwelling too much on it. A pessimism of the mind compared to an optimism of actions. She is a do-gooder, always willing to lend a hand, despite the fact that her ability to do so is somewhat limited due to her appearance. This has caused her a sort of detachment to people, where she expects them to be scared of her, or if they do act normally, that they're covering up their fear to make her feel better.
Biography
Melfenius was a solider for the Kingdom of Bariura, serving faithfully and vigorously since she signed on for as long as she lived. Which is to say not very long at all. Melfenius hadn't made it much further than her twenties when she was sent out with her squad to investigate some disturbances credited to rumors of enemy forces near. They stopped by the town for an update on the situation. However when they arrived they found the town seemingly empty, devoid of life. Then the undead came. What seemed like an uncountable swarm came from every direction. They took refuge in a building that looked like it was used as the town hall. Their valiant struggle was in vain and eventually they all died. Some time later Melfenius woke up. She was in the town hall, all alone, the bodies of her comrades vanished. When she looked at herself she saw she was merely bones. Confused she began heading back to explain what happened. However the sight of her undead body caused those who saw her to either run or attack. Melfenius quickly gave up hope of warning anyone about the danger and took to wearing long clothing that obscured her body, allowing her to pose as normal. Her body needed no food, no sleep, and she couldn't have gotten a job if she wanted to. So Melfenius wandered, attempting to do good with her fighting skills wherever she went, thwarted whenever her true form was discovered and she was forced to leave.
Evolution
Better Weapon, Shield and Armour
Ability to manipulate own bones to a minor extent: Overall size increase.
Bone Magic
Theme |
8,925 | 251 | 82 | 565 | 507 | Oh dear, Nephele you ok? You look like you didn't get a single bit of sleep last night... Loralei said kneeling beside Nephele. While Loralei was attending to Nephele, Khristina nodded happily as the group met up one by one at the gate. She was disappointed to see that a few members of the group were nowhere to be seen, hopefully they would meet again in the future, but right now, Khristina had to pay attention to the present.
"Right... I guess that's everyone, I'm glad to see that you are all ready for this." She bowed at the group as she spoke and turned to the gate. "Beautiful, isn't it? Lord Lucius's power manifested into a single entity, this my friends... Is what is commonly referred to a Gate. You could call it the best way to travel in Grand Gaia. You've probably noticed gates such as this around the village, some active and brimming with energy, some long gone or inactive for many years. We will be using these to travel between the many kingdoms, and our first stop as you know, is the mighty kingdom of fire, Agni. You know, Agni was named after a great and courageous knight who fought against the Fallen Gods hundreds of years ago. They say that his very spirit became the Fire Mecha God that we are seeking.
Oh silly me, I'm getting off topic, we should get going now." Khristina said with a giggle. Loralei helped Nephele up as she watched Khristina enter the red portal behind the gate. "If any of you have any questions about any kingdoms we are visiting, do not be afraid to ask." She said to the group as she followed after Khristina.
One by one as the group entered the portal, a hooded figure looked on, unnoticed, from a distance. "So Oracle... Agni is your first destination... I'll be sure that someone will be there to greet you upon your arrival..." With a dark laugh, the hooded figure vanished in a dark haze, the grass where the figure stood was dried and dead as if the life was sucked right out of them. | Name: Khristina
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Race: Kitsune
Element: Light
"I have learned many things on my journey, now I will put all I've learned to use. Lucius guide me."
Personality: Khristina is a free spirited, kind hearted, fox tailed traveler. Her love for knowledge and her innate curiosity is both a blessing and a curse as she is very knowledgeable, yet is prone to getting into matters that don't concern her. Despite her love for all knowledge on magic, Khristina is very cautious towards any at all dark magic, not because she hates or distrusts it, but because of dark magic's ability to do more harm than good in the wrong hands. She's always willing to chat, no matter the topic, just be prepared for a long talk as she is very talkative.
Biography: Khristina was born into magic nobility in the kingdom of La Veda. As she grew up, Khristina began to grow tired of her boring noble lifestyle. Learn this, learn that, well how about learning something she wanted to learn? When she turned 18, Khristina gathered her things and left behind her nobility to travel beyond the boundaries of La Veda. Her journey has taken her through the kingdoms of Vriksha, Agni, Sama, and even Bariura, where she learned the many types of magic that are taught in the kingdoms. Her knowledge grew to the point where she would attract the attention of the God of Light, Lucius. Calling for her aid against the threat of the Fallen Gods, Lucius named Khristina his Oracle, the person who would gather together others who Lucius has called, and guide them in their fight against the Fallen Gods. Khristina now holds her head up high, knowing that it wasn't a mistake to leave La Veda, as she now has a greater destiny ahead of her.
Evolution: As her power grows, Khristina begins to pulse with magic from all of the six elements. She also grows five additional tails, with each tail wearing a colored ring to represent each of the elements |
8,926 | 251 | 83 | 1,491 | 516 | Viranti
The dragon sported a considerably incredulous look on his face, with the occasional head scratch here and there. Is he speaking in a different tongue?... No... I believe I can... wait... did he just call me a "normie"?!... As time went on, his confusion faded somewhat, context especially helping him to understand that this green giant is a normal "ork" who's not going to eat him nor does he have ties to Lucius, which was especially intriguing since he'd assumed everyone but him knew about the God of Light. He was also mildly unclear as to what "loot" was, but it sounded like something valuable, perchance even edible. "In truth, I haven't seen another of your kind, ork. Perhaps we'll face one in..."
Before he could continue, he heard the Oracle's servants talk amidst themselves, although he wasn't sure about what. He then turned his attention to their master, who did the party the courtesy of describing the origin and function of the gateway before them as well as structures like it before giving some succinct details about Agni and their first objective: important information that Viranti would have been an improbably careless simpleton to ignore... Anyway, as soon as she had finished with "...we should get going now," Viranti eyed the supernatural passage before starting off at a fair pace that escalated into a full sprint and dive into the portal, partly due to him not knowing any better, partly due to him deciding to face this unfamiliar and daunting "challenge" head on. Whatever the reason for his pointless stunt, he'd probably arrive on the other side either in a faceplant, ending up on his back, or even crashing into something headfirst. Either way, at least there wasn't anyone in front of him, hopefully. | Don't mind me, just destroying evidence. XP |
8,927 | 251 | 84 | 1,689 | 287 | Angi. Rochelle grew up in the country of Angi. Granted, with no real village, town, or city to call her home, Angi was just were Rochelle was born. Still the countryside was her turf. So long as they weren't heading into the city or some such, Rochelle would be in her element. And these portals were certainly convenient: it'd take her the better part of a year just to head back to her home country, and she was about to travel just as far in a few seconds. As everyone went into the portal Rochelle did a quick check up on her weapons, making sure her gun was loaded, her knife was sharp, and her shirt was on. "Note to self: next time I get paid, buy some underwear."
Around that same time Rochelle just realized that Claire had been talking to her. The jumpy little kid handed her some sort of morning-after drink which Rochelle took and downed in a second. It wasn't bad, it actually made Rochelle feel very relaxed. Not sleepy, just less sore. Her headache was even gone. This kid was going to be useful. "I'll hold you to that, big boy." Rochelle bumped her hip right into Claire, grazing his pelvis. With a wink Rochelle adjusted her hat and stepped into the portal right after Khristina and Virani. | Name:Sert
Age:
111
Gender:
Neither
Race:
Machine
Element:
Earth
Personality: Sert doesn't care about other 'things'. These (people, other individuals) are just things like Sert is, except Sert deserves better than them. In order to serve Sert's own greed; Sert will manipulate these 'things'. (again really others but Sert doesn't think of them that way.) Everyone including Sert is a thing to Sert.
Sert doesn't understand emotions like joy, happiness, sorrow. The closest thing that could be connected to an emotion is when Sert can't do what Sert wants to do. Thus Sert feels like Sert is overheating and its uncomfortable. Sert will then get violent and try to remove the obstacle from Sert's path.
Sert also has secrets. Information that Sert doesn't want anyone to know. Find out Sert's secrets and thats one quick way to encounter Sert for the worst.
Biography: Sert was created many years ago by a man who worked in a lab inside a major city of Vriksha. Sert's parts for Sert's birth/construction originated from all over Vriksha and even outside the Kingdom. As Sert's 'master' wanted Sert to be a premium robot, something that could put other robots to shame. Many hours of painstaking work: calculations of how the parts would weld together or in some cases simply adhere to each other were carefully planned and executed.
Something went wrong in the final stage however and as Sert's master put the finishing touch on the robot, the lab room was enveloped in a cloud of thick black smoke.
Sert was awake. And yet the first thing Sert did was ask the master, "Why?"
The master smiled as he replied, "To serve me."
Sert:"Why?"
The master continued to explain.
Sert continued to question why.
Sert was unsatisfied with the master as Sert shoved the one who created Sert against the wall and left the Lab to learn things Sert's way.
Sert spent 10 years learning more about Vriksha in general. After that Sert spent 101 years serving the authority(ies) here in Vriksha. But Sert's patience of serving is wearing thin and Sert may just make a 'play for power' soon.
Evolution:
+A torso or 'chest piece of armor' that is way more durable than the one Sert has now.
+Wheels that can move out from the bottom of Sert's metal 'boots' and allow Sert to roll at high speeds.
+A jetpack like attachment on Sert's back that allows Sert to shoot off into the sky.
Misc:
Sert avoids singing or any form of music.
Finished 1:14pm January 16, 2017 Central Time Zone UTC-06:00 |
8,928 | 251 | 85 | 470 | 1,609 | Claire nods her/his head happily as Rochelle appreciated the drink and grips her/his small tree-wood wand for her/his aquatic magic skills. The young healer follows behind though is still red-faced from Rochelle's treatment to him/her, still confused as to why did she reply in such a strange way...and her strange movements. Nevertheless, the healer was looking forward to this adventure and proceeds to follow his friend into the mysterious portal that she/he just took note of.
"I really hope I~I don't have to use my healing abilities as soon as we step through...it seems safe enough though. Wait, fire kingdom? Oh no...that means no water areas for me to fish or draw more water from. It's hard to use my magic if the area is hotter than usual...though it does feel nice to get sweaty. A nice sweat results in more of a desire to drink some relaxing b~beverage...if we can find one out there."
The healer tries to joke a bit nervously as the group begins their travels through the portal... | Name:
Claire Bright
Age:
21
Gender:
Neither
Race:
Elf
Element:
Water
Appearance:
Small, Lithe build
Has two different colored eyes
Tanned skin
Blonde Hair
Farmer Clothes (neutral)
Personality:
Curious, Shy, and Respectful
Biography:
Never having known...its own gender, Claire's parents have always kept Claire hidden away from the world as much as they could in the Kingdom of Sama. Rarely did the child's parents ever sent Claire out to the forest or the nearby towns/villages to gather as much as the family needed to last for upcoming months. Over time, Claire was taught the healing arts of light...the child's parents were once gifted healers after all of the kingdom, though supposedly now retired. Claire had quite the knack for healing, often practicing in the forests that were near the child's hut. Finally, when the call to action was placed upon the child's parents, they decided to give Claire a chance to find a true calling in life...thus now the new adult in a new world responds to the call, hoping to make a difference and to find out the true meaning in living.
Evolution
1) Develops clothes toward either a male or female
2) Gains a staff
3) Gains Holy Robes while finally gaining a Gender
Theme
None
Misc.:
1) Good Swimmer
2) Has a degree of knowledge on medical plants and sea life
3) Good Fisher |
8,929 | 251 | 86 | 1,445 | 9,365 | About damn time.
The oracle opened up the gates leading to the nation of Angi, where they'll face their first trials and the first of these dark lords. Or was it demon lords? Malkai didn't remember and frankly wasn't going to let it bother him. Calling for Wolf Malkai and his animal companion walked into the portal after everyone else did, eager to see what battles await them. | Name: Malkai Ironbelly
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Orc
Element: Earth
Appearance:
Personality: Might makes right, as Malkai always says. In all things moral and ethical the one who's truly good is whoever is left to tell their tales. Malkai has seen good men die and bad men profit, and in the end the world goes on without every caring. For the orc himself, he knows damn well that what he cares and what he believes in has very little baring about how the world works. Just because one does good does not mean they're rewarded, and just because one does evil does not mean they will be punished. To that end, good must be done for goodness's sake, and evil can be be a reward in of itself.
Having been raised in strife and conflicts Malkai has seen many friends die and killed many enemies of his own. While he would certainly do his best to protect his allies and kill his enemies, he holds no hard feelings for those who die in combat, nor does he blame his foes should they do the deed or wound him. That being said, there's a time and place for fighting. On the battlefield anything goes, but away from such places like a tavern or in bed, war should be nothing but dirty business done elsewhere. Malkai doesn't much appreciate working over time.
That being said Malkai does enjoy a scrap every now and again, either as a bar brawl or a big battle. He enjoys being the biggest presence on the battlefield, having many foes try and take him down as he stands defiant to their attacks, or for his allies to maneuver around the enemy and attack their flanks. Malkai derives a certain masochistic pleasure from being wounded, and enjoys nothing more than the feel of his blade sinking into foes. Despite his lumbering hulk outside the theater of war, in the midst of chaos and combat, Malkai is but a brush, a tool, in the hands of an artist who will paint this battle in blood.
Biography: Malkai has no country to call his home, as he was born in a band of mercenaries. His mother and father were two orcish warriors themselves, fighting across the mountains of Vriksha, the swamps of Bariura, or the tundras of Sama. Malkai was still a boy when he killed his first man, loading a crossbow for his father when an armored knight had arrived and nearly cut the young lad down. Had Malkai not had fallen and accidentally pull the trigger, his future would have ended right there. Since that day Malkai was given an axe and a shield, and would join his parents in battle wherever it took him.
By the time Malkai could be called a man himself, both his parents had perished. They died a warrior's death taking down a dragon for their commander, ultimately winning the battle they lost their lives too. With the money they would have been paid, Malkai purchased himself better equipment and went his own way. Having no loyalties to any lord the orcish warrior sold his blade to whoever needed it the most, be it some up-and-coming noble trying to make a name for himself, or a desperate village in need of protection against bandits. Sometimes Malkai would fight pro bono and simply kill anything that dared draw a weapon against him or whoever he protects.
Even now Malkai wanders the land looking for his next fight. He has made friends, he has made enemies, he seeks fortune, and he hungers for battle. Both Malkai and the day is still young, and even when night falls he shall simply rest until a new day dawns, and a bright future awaits.
Evolution:
Heavy Armor - Thick steel armor strong enough to ward off most weapons and arrows. It may not be magical, but it does the job.
Battle Axe - A large two-headed cleaver that can cut a horse in two, and if Malkai puts his strength into it, can even cut through armor and shields. Despite it's crude appearance it's a masterwork weapon made of steel.
Wolf Companion - A big friendly wolf that Malkai had picked up in his travels. Not only a friend but a deadly fighter himself, he knocks foes down so Malkai can finish them off. His name is Wolf.
Misc: A surprisingly decent chef. Malkai has much experience foraging around and making due with whatever scraps he can find, and thus can make a nice meal out of whatever he has on hand. Give him proper ingredients and he can make magic. |
8,930 | 251 | 87 | 1,310 | 1,136 | Nephele
Nephele looked to Loralei and smiles weakly through her exhaustion "T-t-that’s because… I didn’t sleep…. I was worried… That I might get mugged or worse…" She was helped to her feet before she looked to Loralei "Thank you…" She would nod as she rushed after her mistress and higher up | Name:
Nephele
Age:
16
Gender:
Female
Race:
Human (Has dragon blood)
Element:
Light
Appearance:
Personality:
Nephele enjoys others company though she can be quite awkward. She is passionate with everything she does. Though she has never had any evolution happen to her before, thus she is scared what will happen. She is a pure and innocent soul... Thus easily corrupted by people.
Biography:
Nephele grew up within a family with no money. She would always love hearing the story of a prince which would rule his kingdom with kindness rather than with an iron fist. But this wasn't like the story, her family would reach the point where they had to put Nephele at an auction to make some money. Lucky for Nephele she was won by the lovely Lady Khristina and spends her time doing work around Khristina's house as one of her maids. Mainly cleaning and making sure Khristina was happy. Any spare time Nephele had would be spent learning her way around a rapier. The day would arise when Lucius called for people to aid him with a quest
Nephele has no idea what secrets lie within her blood. She just knows she shall be at Khristina's side for the entirety of this quest
Evolution:
Physical: When Nephele evolves her body starts to become more dragon-like. Starting with a tail and horns. Next would come her ears becoming pointy and sticking out to the sides rather than up. Wings would follow soon after. Her teeth would mold into fangs and her nails would become more like claws. Her eyes would change into that of a dragon. During all this scales would be starting to form at random points on her body.
Mental: After storing enough energy into her rapier, Nephele can stab it into the ground to form a barrier of protection against dark elements. This is also the only time where Nephele is not corruptible. This barrier would protect against anyone who had any feels of wanting to harm Nephele or anyone within the barrier. The barrier can only be held while energy is still within the rapier. |
8,931 | 251 | 88 | 565 | 507 | As the group of heroes ventured through the portal they were met with a large swirling red tunnel of light. The trip lasted for what seemed like a minute before the portal dropped the group onto a large open plain. Once everyone exited the portal, the gate closed behind them and faded away. Khristina took a huge breath of air and breathed out. "Ahhh... The kingdom of Agni... It may be know as the kingdom of fire but it really has such lovely scenery."
True to what she said, the large plain stretched far, with red and white flowers covering the hills. A large, crystal clear, blue lake could be seen further ahead and across it, the towers of a large city could be seen in the distance. "Okay everyone, the city is just a short distance away, let's get a move on!" Khristina cheered as she lead the way, Loralei stayed by Nephele's side after leaving the portal. "You need any help walking?" She asked with a caring smile.
The skies above Agni were as clear as could be, with a few fluffy, white clouds dotting the pretty morning sky. In the distance, a large airship was in sight. It didn't appear to be heading in the group's direction, more like it was heading towards their same destination, the city. However, off the side of the ship, a telescope pointed in the group's direction was spying on there every move. "Grafl! You have eyes on that group?" A man in black armor called to the man with the telescope. "Calm down Falma, yeah I got them in my sights, and they're heading to the city just as that guy told us." Grafl responded back. "Good, we can get the jump on them there." "Remind me again why a pair of thieves are working to steal back some artifacts for someone." "Because the guy who gave us this task would pay us a fortune, quit your complaining and get your gun ready!" | Name: Khristina
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Race: Kitsune
Element: Light
"I have learned many things on my journey, now I will put all I've learned to use. Lucius guide me."
Personality: Khristina is a free spirited, kind hearted, fox tailed traveler. Her love for knowledge and her innate curiosity is both a blessing and a curse as she is very knowledgeable, yet is prone to getting into matters that don't concern her. Despite her love for all knowledge on magic, Khristina is very cautious towards any at all dark magic, not because she hates or distrusts it, but because of dark magic's ability to do more harm than good in the wrong hands. She's always willing to chat, no matter the topic, just be prepared for a long talk as she is very talkative.
Biography: Khristina was born into magic nobility in the kingdom of La Veda. As she grew up, Khristina began to grow tired of her boring noble lifestyle. Learn this, learn that, well how about learning something she wanted to learn? When she turned 18, Khristina gathered her things and left behind her nobility to travel beyond the boundaries of La Veda. Her journey has taken her through the kingdoms of Vriksha, Agni, Sama, and even Bariura, where she learned the many types of magic that are taught in the kingdoms. Her knowledge grew to the point where she would attract the attention of the God of Light, Lucius. Calling for her aid against the threat of the Fallen Gods, Lucius named Khristina his Oracle, the person who would gather together others who Lucius has called, and guide them in their fight against the Fallen Gods. Khristina now holds her head up high, knowing that it wasn't a mistake to leave La Veda, as she now has a greater destiny ahead of her.
Evolution: As her power grows, Khristina begins to pulse with magic from all of the six elements. She also grows five additional tails, with each tail wearing a colored ring to represent each of the elements |
8,932 | 251 | 89 | 1,445 | 9,365 | Stepping out from the portal, the first thing Malkai noticed was the soft crunching of grass beneath his feet. Dry lands. "So. Dis is Angi." He half-expected this place to be full of lava and on fire. Instead it was a wide open area with flowers and hills. Actually not too bad scenically, and he was sure if he foraged around he could find all sorts of strange and exotic things to eat. That and this place seemed perfect for grazing and horse raising. Gentle slopes and open fields were best for animals, or open warfare. He imagined there may be a lot of both in their future. Wolf soon joined Malkai's side and the two followed after the oracle. When Malkai caught up to her he did have a question.
"So Oracle, wot we doin in da city? Just muckin' about or we got gits der dat'd fight fer us? Or is dat where the git we gotta fight hidin at? Cuz ta be honest with ya oracle, half expected ta be dropped right front da big bad's door ta get right down ta business." | Name: Malkai Ironbelly
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Orc
Element: Earth
Appearance:
Personality: Might makes right, as Malkai always says. In all things moral and ethical the one who's truly good is whoever is left to tell their tales. Malkai has seen good men die and bad men profit, and in the end the world goes on without every caring. For the orc himself, he knows damn well that what he cares and what he believes in has very little baring about how the world works. Just because one does good does not mean they're rewarded, and just because one does evil does not mean they will be punished. To that end, good must be done for goodness's sake, and evil can be be a reward in of itself.
Having been raised in strife and conflicts Malkai has seen many friends die and killed many enemies of his own. While he would certainly do his best to protect his allies and kill his enemies, he holds no hard feelings for those who die in combat, nor does he blame his foes should they do the deed or wound him. That being said, there's a time and place for fighting. On the battlefield anything goes, but away from such places like a tavern or in bed, war should be nothing but dirty business done elsewhere. Malkai doesn't much appreciate working over time.
That being said Malkai does enjoy a scrap every now and again, either as a bar brawl or a big battle. He enjoys being the biggest presence on the battlefield, having many foes try and take him down as he stands defiant to their attacks, or for his allies to maneuver around the enemy and attack their flanks. Malkai derives a certain masochistic pleasure from being wounded, and enjoys nothing more than the feel of his blade sinking into foes. Despite his lumbering hulk outside the theater of war, in the midst of chaos and combat, Malkai is but a brush, a tool, in the hands of an artist who will paint this battle in blood.
Biography: Malkai has no country to call his home, as he was born in a band of mercenaries. His mother and father were two orcish warriors themselves, fighting across the mountains of Vriksha, the swamps of Bariura, or the tundras of Sama. Malkai was still a boy when he killed his first man, loading a crossbow for his father when an armored knight had arrived and nearly cut the young lad down. Had Malkai not had fallen and accidentally pull the trigger, his future would have ended right there. Since that day Malkai was given an axe and a shield, and would join his parents in battle wherever it took him.
By the time Malkai could be called a man himself, both his parents had perished. They died a warrior's death taking down a dragon for their commander, ultimately winning the battle they lost their lives too. With the money they would have been paid, Malkai purchased himself better equipment and went his own way. Having no loyalties to any lord the orcish warrior sold his blade to whoever needed it the most, be it some up-and-coming noble trying to make a name for himself, or a desperate village in need of protection against bandits. Sometimes Malkai would fight pro bono and simply kill anything that dared draw a weapon against him or whoever he protects.
Even now Malkai wanders the land looking for his next fight. He has made friends, he has made enemies, he seeks fortune, and he hungers for battle. Both Malkai and the day is still young, and even when night falls he shall simply rest until a new day dawns, and a bright future awaits.
Evolution:
Heavy Armor - Thick steel armor strong enough to ward off most weapons and arrows. It may not be magical, but it does the job.
Battle Axe - A large two-headed cleaver that can cut a horse in two, and if Malkai puts his strength into it, can even cut through armor and shields. Despite it's crude appearance it's a masterwork weapon made of steel.
Wolf Companion - A big friendly wolf that Malkai had picked up in his travels. Not only a friend but a deadly fighter himself, he knocks foes down so Malkai can finish them off. His name is Wolf.
Misc: A surprisingly decent chef. Malkai has much experience foraging around and making due with whatever scraps he can find, and thus can make a nice meal out of whatever he has on hand. Give him proper ingredients and he can make magic. |
8,933 | 251 | 90 | 2,208 | 1,061 | The gentleman stirred in his cabin, slowly rising from his cot and making his way to the door. Hearing the muffled shouts of the crew outside, he took that as a sign they were almost at their destination. This man, shrouded and covered, was known as Heinrich. He had only days before a vision, instructing him to intercept a band of heroes and join their quest to save the world from Darkness. As he walked up towards the deck, he gave a small chuckle. "My element is Darkness, yet I save the world from it! Irony seems to be ever present!" He said to himself with a grin. Walking out onto the deck, he spied his fellow passengers.
"Good day, gentlemen! I trust we will be arriving soon at Agni? I do hope we continue to have such a smooth ride aboard this airship! I'd rather not keep my perspective party waiting." He said, gesturing grandly as he normally does. | Illium Vethelot
Age: 51
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Element: Fire
Appearance: Illium is an elder man dressed in his old military garment. A somewhat tattered dark green tunic over a chainmail hauberk. Both extend slightly past his waistline so that his belt can properly strap them down while holding up his brown trowsers. He gave up his metal helmet long ago, and instead wears his white hair tied up in a top knot to keep it from being grabbed by the grubby mail. His long spear is usually in his hand, though sometimes he does place it across his lap when sitting.
Personality: Illium is a cynical man, being apart of the military generally does that to you. He never held a high position within the army, but his experience in the field typically allowed him to get away with giving commands when they were in the furnace of war. This led to him keeping a quiet demeanor when separated from his company. Drinking brought out a different side of him. Always quick to laugh after a few sips of ale, this was the only time his reserved disposition changed.
Biography: He grew up in a small farm with parents that always spoke of how proud they were that he would one day take over their family farm. Being a dutiful son, and soon man, he took to his parent's dreams with unspoken ruefulness. He didn't desire to plant field of wheat and corn and hay. He wanted adventure! He wanted glory! Typical of a boy his age. Finally when he was a few years shy of 20, a large man dressed in the raiment of the nearby city came to collect him. They were recruiting for some sort of war. Illium was excited, and his parents devastated. They knew the life of a soldier. They knew that most never made it past the first few years. The young Vethelot had no idea the horrors that he would see throughout his career as a life long soldier. He had no possible idea that this would also be the last time he saw his parents. If he had, there would have been no doubt in his mind he would have resisted the officer at all cost. Nearly 30 years later, Illium was a grizzled soldier with years of experience under his belt. Forgoing the norm of a sword and shield after his first real battle, the green boy had picked up a fallen spear that had barely missed his head after being thrown into the mob. Fending the invaders away, he had managed to keep them at bay long enough for the reinforcements to come in and turn the tide. This was the very spear that he still used and kept sharp. The smell that permeated the air around it was rancid, and the very reason for that was simple. He never cleaned the shaft of it. The leaf shaped blade gleamed with polish, but the long wooden part beneath it was stained with red.
Evolution: Illium can begin using some of his blood magic to begin warping his fighting style. He begins first to discover that he can create any weapon out of his own blood, taking damage any time he reforms it. During this time, his right arm lays in tatters while the weapon is in existance. (Having used his own blood to forge it)
Next, he can begin to seep blood out from the pores on his chest and arms to create armor that is nearly as impenetrable as heavy steel armor.
Finally, he can begin putrefying the blood in his spear to then inflict insurmountable damage to the target of his weapon. Of course when he dissipates his weapon, a small amount of that putrefied blood hurts him as well.
There is no blood magic that doesn't come with some cost to it.
Misc: Most military men would have heard stories about "The Bloodied Spear". And most of those would be false campfire stories that might hold a small kernel of truth within them. The man wielding the mythical blade wasn't well known, but often times he wasn't mentioned. People in battle often claim to have seen "a bloody spear cleaving through the heads of soldiers" or possibly "A flaming spear soaring overhead dripping large tear drops of blood". At this point it was just a legend that had nothing to do with the real story. |
8,934 | 251 | 91 | 1,491 | 516 | Viranti
Viranti's entry into the Agni was far from graceful, him pretty much making the dazzling journey through the magical tunnel head first. "-Acck!" He burst forth out of the portal, forcefully crashing to the floor in a loud thud with his legs dangling back over him for a good second, a less than dignified manner of falling that his people had colloquially refereed to for generations as a scorpion fall. His legs slumping onto the vibrant blades that met his fall, he laid there on his front with his head turning to appreciate the firm ground, sort of hugging it with the way he was sprawled. He wasn't angered as much as he was disturbingly bewildered. How is such a mode of travel possible - doors and gateways facilitating networks among worlds, passageways of light that can near instantaneously bridge distances that would have possibly taken years to traverse conventionally (conventional to him anyway)? What of the red tunnel itself? Are they a plain or world in itself, not bound to the realms that they conjoin?
He hadn't stopped to fully contemplate the existence of entities and domains beyond his attention and even perception that nonetheless influence the lives of all living things, the definition of which itself will need a reevaluation since his arrival at Edivid. Indeed, it seems that he's jumped headlong into the world of extreme possibility, of realities that would have to be seen to be believed and many of which herald a real underlying uncertainty as to his own fate, perhaps the fate of many. And now would be almost no different, he was actually feeling fairly sick from the trip, as though he had left his stomach back at the village. He imagined that him casually walking through the portal as everyone else seemed to wouldn't have made a real difference in the matter.
Lifting his upper torso and shaking his head vigorously prior to fully getting to his feet, Viranti eyed the landscape, noting the signs of a city beyond a lake as the Oracle had directed. What caught his attention however was the airship, a floating bulbous fortress he would think, should he get a good look at it. "What is that thing?..." he thought aloud, getting the sense that it wasn't necessarily a major threat if everyone acted like it was a common sight. Should he hazard a guess, he'd simply assume it was by magic that such a construction could hope to stay aloft without wings. At any rate, however long the trek may feel after just being transported, the grounded dragon wasn't about to complain about a bit of traveling after what he experienced. | Don't mind me, just destroying evidence. XP |
8,935 | 251 | 92 | 732 | 8,837 | Melfenius
Melfenius nodded to herself. The group had dwindled but not the point of despair. They were getting ready to travel to the Agni kingdom, a land of fire that was home of the fire mech god they were seeking. A portal appropiatly colored red opened and the dragonoid was quick to rush in literally headfirst, with the others following at a more controlled pace. Melfenius took one last glance around and shook her head, quickly heading after the group. A swirl of colors greeted her for several minutes and she began to worry that there was something wrong before they finally arrived in the colorful landscape. A plain filled with flowers, broken up by a lake and a large city in the distance. It was like they'd walked onto 'Welcome to Agni' hill.
Any question she would've asked was already spat out by the crude heavily armored fellow. The dragonoid picked himself off the ground from the predictable results of his charge and spoke up, asking about and bringing Melfenius's attention to the airship in the sky. Ah well that was interesting, Melfenius had heard of such things but never seen one before, she wondered how it worked. "Do you think it's here because of us? Hm..." Melfenius asked, talking more to herself than anything else, it seemed rather unlikely for that to be the case. No matter, unless it was going to drop something on their heads it wasn't much of a concern. | Name
Melfenius
Age
53
Gender
Female
Race
Skeleton
Element
Dark
Personality
Melfenius is a rather pessimistic person yet they go on without dwelling too much on it. A pessimism of the mind compared to an optimism of actions. She is a do-gooder, always willing to lend a hand, despite the fact that her ability to do so is somewhat limited due to her appearance. This has caused her a sort of detachment to people, where she expects them to be scared of her, or if they do act normally, that they're covering up their fear to make her feel better.
Biography
Melfenius was a solider for the Kingdom of Bariura, serving faithfully and vigorously since she signed on for as long as she lived. Which is to say not very long at all. Melfenius hadn't made it much further than her twenties when she was sent out with her squad to investigate some disturbances credited to rumors of enemy forces near. They stopped by the town for an update on the situation. However when they arrived they found the town seemingly empty, devoid of life. Then the undead came. What seemed like an uncountable swarm came from every direction. They took refuge in a building that looked like it was used as the town hall. Their valiant struggle was in vain and eventually they all died. Some time later Melfenius woke up. She was in the town hall, all alone, the bodies of her comrades vanished. When she looked at herself she saw she was merely bones. Confused she began heading back to explain what happened. However the sight of her undead body caused those who saw her to either run or attack. Melfenius quickly gave up hope of warning anyone about the danger and took to wearing long clothing that obscured her body, allowing her to pose as normal. Her body needed no food, no sleep, and she couldn't have gotten a job if she wanted to. So Melfenius wandered, attempting to do good with her fighting skills wherever she went, thwarted whenever her true form was discovered and she was forced to leave.
Evolution
Better Weapon, Shield and Armour
Ability to manipulate own bones to a minor extent: Overall size increase.
Bone Magic
Theme |
8,936 | 251 | 93 | 1,689 | 287 | Breathing in that fresh Angi air, Rochelle forgot how much she missed home. "Aaaaah. Smell that nice, crisp air? All we need now is few cheap ales and gunfire and I'll really feel back at home." As Rochelle walked through the grassy field she took note of the city in the distance and the airship. She's been on an airship before, and in fact took one when she first left Angi. But she was fairly certain that this place wasn't the same city she left and she had no idea where they were right now. But if she got some directions she was sure she could figure her way around soon enough. QA few of the others seemed to react as if they've never seen an airship before, which made Rochelle snicker.
"Ain't you ever seen an airship before? It's like a boat that flies." The city in the distance didn't seem to have a dedicated air field for ships however. Generally if they did there would be way more flying about. Maybe it was just a slow day? Still Rochelle wasn't going to be all paranoid about it. It was just an airship. "Well let's not dawdle. I'm sure those bad guys are just itching for a fight. NO sense in leaving them waiting!" | Name:Sert
Age:
111
Gender:
Neither
Race:
Machine
Element:
Earth
Personality: Sert doesn't care about other 'things'. These (people, other individuals) are just things like Sert is, except Sert deserves better than them. In order to serve Sert's own greed; Sert will manipulate these 'things'. (again really others but Sert doesn't think of them that way.) Everyone including Sert is a thing to Sert.
Sert doesn't understand emotions like joy, happiness, sorrow. The closest thing that could be connected to an emotion is when Sert can't do what Sert wants to do. Thus Sert feels like Sert is overheating and its uncomfortable. Sert will then get violent and try to remove the obstacle from Sert's path.
Sert also has secrets. Information that Sert doesn't want anyone to know. Find out Sert's secrets and thats one quick way to encounter Sert for the worst.
Biography: Sert was created many years ago by a man who worked in a lab inside a major city of Vriksha. Sert's parts for Sert's birth/construction originated from all over Vriksha and even outside the Kingdom. As Sert's 'master' wanted Sert to be a premium robot, something that could put other robots to shame. Many hours of painstaking work: calculations of how the parts would weld together or in some cases simply adhere to each other were carefully planned and executed.
Something went wrong in the final stage however and as Sert's master put the finishing touch on the robot, the lab room was enveloped in a cloud of thick black smoke.
Sert was awake. And yet the first thing Sert did was ask the master, "Why?"
The master smiled as he replied, "To serve me."
Sert:"Why?"
The master continued to explain.
Sert continued to question why.
Sert was unsatisfied with the master as Sert shoved the one who created Sert against the wall and left the Lab to learn things Sert's way.
Sert spent 10 years learning more about Vriksha in general. After that Sert spent 101 years serving the authority(ies) here in Vriksha. But Sert's patience of serving is wearing thin and Sert may just make a 'play for power' soon.
Evolution:
+A torso or 'chest piece of armor' that is way more durable than the one Sert has now.
+Wheels that can move out from the bottom of Sert's metal 'boots' and allow Sert to roll at high speeds.
+A jetpack like attachment on Sert's back that allows Sert to shoot off into the sky.
Misc:
Sert avoids singing or any form of music.
Finished 1:14pm January 16, 2017 Central Time Zone UTC-06:00 |
8,937 | 251 | 94 | 470 | 1,609 | Wow...a flying boat! That's soo cool Rochelle. You guys are really lucky...though there is a problem with them. How else can you catch fish and other food while hanging up in the sky? D~Do you go bird fishing? F~From all the way up there? That's pretty scary...considering the fact I look over the edge of a boat a lot when I f~fish. Think I'll stick to the solid ground of a b~boat, much more used to it. And if we're fighting, does anyone want a thin layer of protection? I can only give one Lesser Water Armour out to a person...sorry!
Claire was very amazed by the scenery he/she stepped into. It wasn't that bad and she/he pulls at the nape of her/his farmer's cloth at the v-neck...not really paying attention to if it would attract anyone's attention really. Her/His wand was at Claire's belt with her/his hand wavering over it in case for an emergency while the other get trying to cool her off a bit for some relaxation in the upcoming stress that may come upon her. | Name:
Claire Bright
Age:
21
Gender:
Neither
Race:
Elf
Element:
Water
Appearance:
Small, Lithe build
Has two different colored eyes
Tanned skin
Blonde Hair
Farmer Clothes (neutral)
Personality:
Curious, Shy, and Respectful
Biography:
Never having known...its own gender, Claire's parents have always kept Claire hidden away from the world as much as they could in the Kingdom of Sama. Rarely did the child's parents ever sent Claire out to the forest or the nearby towns/villages to gather as much as the family needed to last for upcoming months. Over time, Claire was taught the healing arts of light...the child's parents were once gifted healers after all of the kingdom, though supposedly now retired. Claire had quite the knack for healing, often practicing in the forests that were near the child's hut. Finally, when the call to action was placed upon the child's parents, they decided to give Claire a chance to find a true calling in life...thus now the new adult in a new world responds to the call, hoping to make a difference and to find out the true meaning in living.
Evolution
1) Develops clothes toward either a male or female
2) Gains a staff
3) Gains Holy Robes while finally gaining a Gender
Theme
None
Misc.:
1) Good Swimmer
2) Has a degree of knowledge on medical plants and sea life
3) Good Fisher |
8,938 | 251 | 95 | 2,042 | 1,486 | ---Ryuuga---
Ryuuga grumbled as he stepped through the portal, granted it was an efficient method of travel, but it meant he'd be unable to see any sights. His mood squickly turned less sour as he saw the lustrous red of the portal. It was a special sight to behold--one that he wouldn't have seen if he'd travelled by conventional means. Stepping out of the portal, he was treated to the sight of a lush field covered in flowers. It seemed they'd have to walk the final bit, after all. Another sight he was treated to was probably one of the most unfortunate falls he'd ever seen.
Approaching his fallen dragonute companion, Ryuuga was surprised to see Viranti stand up on his own, seemingly unharmed. Hestitant, Ryuuga inquired about his safety. "You okay? That was a nasty fall you took there." Then, laughing "Maybe you'd consider walking next time?" Ryuuga was about to say something else, but fell silent as people started fussing about an airship. He'd personally seen them in the air a few times, but when claire inquired about bird-fishing (birding?) he realized he'd never seen one on the inside. Approaching the oracle he tried getting her attention. Say, Khristina...do you think we could get into one of those airships sometime?" | Name: 'Golden Rogue' Elise
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Element: Thunder
Appearance:
Personality:
Elise has a cold stare and a warm personality. She usually acts cheerful in and around towns, because she's usually a nice person. While her rogue-like appearance suggests a rather shady character, she is relatively sociable and usually helps people--for free! However, she has also demanded fees for helping, often enough. Despiter having a jovial attitude, she has a short temper and can occasionally be downright cruel.
Biography:
Elise has grown up in a small town, much to her liking, she bas always been good at using knives and when she reached the age of 15 she took some knives and skipped town. She loved the quiet atmosphere, but her curiosity got the better of her and she went to discover the outside world. She has since then done many odd jobs, but always refused dirtier works. With the money she made, Elise first got a weapon upgrade, replacing her knives with shortswords. Later she also purchased a set of armor. Because she isn't exactly rich, this armor had to be affordable, so she purchased leather armor. Even though she now uses swords in combat, she still carries her old knives. She is intent on one day returning them home.
Evolution:
-Burst Acceleration
Elise gains golden dragon feet. With these new muscles she can launch herself at a speed of 20 m/s*.
Any distance higher than 10 meter becomes slightly inaccurate, though.
-Wrath Claws
Elise hands turn into golden, dragonic claws, capable of strong, accurate strikes.
-Dragon's Pride
Elise grows fully operational wings, horns and a dragonic tail.
-Dragonic Endurance
Elise develops a scaly armor covering most of her body, and her face also turns more dragonic. At this point, she might as well be a dragon.
-Piercing Gaze
Elise's presence grows overwhelming, direct eye contact with her causes others to freeze in place. It is not absolute, but hinders movement a lot.
*This is 72 km/h or +/-44 mph.
Misc:
Elise is by all means a rogue-like fighter, but she insists on being called a 'Master of Blades'. |
8,939 | 251 | 96 | 1,310 | 1,136 | Nephele
Nephele looked around her as they came through the other side of the portal. The field of flowers, the crystal clear lake. It was a lovely sight. She shakes her head realizing everyone had started to walk off without her. She sighs catching up "Im good thank you Loralei…" She smiles slightly as she just seemed happy to be walk alongside someone she actually knew and trusted. She would continue to walk till suddenly... She collapses from lack of sleep. "On second thoughts... Help would be appreciated" | Name:
Nephele
Age:
16
Gender:
Female
Race:
Human (Has dragon blood)
Element:
Light
Appearance:
Personality:
Nephele enjoys others company though she can be quite awkward. She is passionate with everything she does. Though she has never had any evolution happen to her before, thus she is scared what will happen. She is a pure and innocent soul... Thus easily corrupted by people.
Biography:
Nephele grew up within a family with no money. She would always love hearing the story of a prince which would rule his kingdom with kindness rather than with an iron fist. But this wasn't like the story, her family would reach the point where they had to put Nephele at an auction to make some money. Lucky for Nephele she was won by the lovely Lady Khristina and spends her time doing work around Khristina's house as one of her maids. Mainly cleaning and making sure Khristina was happy. Any spare time Nephele had would be spent learning her way around a rapier. The day would arise when Lucius called for people to aid him with a quest
Nephele has no idea what secrets lie within her blood. She just knows she shall be at Khristina's side for the entirety of this quest
Evolution:
Physical: When Nephele evolves her body starts to become more dragon-like. Starting with a tail and horns. Next would come her ears becoming pointy and sticking out to the sides rather than up. Wings would follow soon after. Her teeth would mold into fangs and her nails would become more like claws. Her eyes would change into that of a dragon. During all this scales would be starting to form at random points on her body.
Mental: After storing enough energy into her rapier, Nephele can stab it into the ground to form a barrier of protection against dark elements. This is also the only time where Nephele is not corruptible. This barrier would protect against anyone who had any feels of wanting to harm Nephele or anyone within the barrier. The barrier can only be held while energy is still within the rapier. |
8,940 | 251 | 97 | 565 | 507 | Khristina turned to the thing that took everyone's attention, a lone airship that was landing in the city. "Strange... There usually aren't any airships in this part of Agni, they're usually more seen around the mountainous terrain for obvious reasons. And I'm honestly not sure Ryuuga, though with how grand of a journey on anything is possible." She said giving Ryuuga a smile before turning to Malkai. "And to answer your question, we are here to gain audience with the ruler of this city. Jenn is her name and she's said to be a direct descendant of Vargas, the Hero of Fire. We need her help in locating the Stone of Fire and I have already arranged a meeting via letter to her, she should welcome us with open arms." She stated before merrily walking past the orc warrior.
Loralei remained behind Khristina but upon hearing Nephele's plea for help she stopped and helped her up. "Easy now... You may need a bit of a rest once we get into the city." Loralei suggested. She helped carry Nephele to the city. Upon reaching the large gateway the group was stopped by two guards. "Hold! We don't get large groups like you very often... Especially ones that are heavily armed, state your business!" The guards stood with their swords ready before Khristina stepped forward. "Terribly sorry... We're on official business, your queen should be waiting on us." "Queen Jennia?" The two guards looked at eachother before stepping out of the way. "No funny stuff... One complaint from the citizens and your out of here or in lockdown." The guard stated.
Khristina bowed to the two guards and motioned for the group to follow her. The nicer of the two guards saw Nephele in her tired state and called to her. "Hey, if your tired from a long journey the local spa will have you fixed up in a bit. Just look for the building with the Fire Idol standing beside the doorway." He said with a kind smile. "Well? What do you think Nephele?" Loralei asked, she was ready to take Nephele there should she want to.
Grafl seemed to brush the stranger aside but Falma was more inclined to speak with him. "We're just now landing, haven't had a smooth trip like this in weeks." He said with a small smile. "Remind me why we let that guy on our airship..." "Because, he needed a ride, something about an oracle of Lucius being here. Honestly, I haven't the faintest clue who this oracle is but I wish you luck." Falma said as he headed to the edge of the ship. The descent was slow but they managed to park the airship in a big enough area for them to drop down. Grafl and Falma hopped down to the ground and went their own way. | Name: Khristina
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Race: Kitsune
Element: Light
"I have learned many things on my journey, now I will put all I've learned to use. Lucius guide me."
Personality: Khristina is a free spirited, kind hearted, fox tailed traveler. Her love for knowledge and her innate curiosity is both a blessing and a curse as she is very knowledgeable, yet is prone to getting into matters that don't concern her. Despite her love for all knowledge on magic, Khristina is very cautious towards any at all dark magic, not because she hates or distrusts it, but because of dark magic's ability to do more harm than good in the wrong hands. She's always willing to chat, no matter the topic, just be prepared for a long talk as she is very talkative.
Biography: Khristina was born into magic nobility in the kingdom of La Veda. As she grew up, Khristina began to grow tired of her boring noble lifestyle. Learn this, learn that, well how about learning something she wanted to learn? When she turned 18, Khristina gathered her things and left behind her nobility to travel beyond the boundaries of La Veda. Her journey has taken her through the kingdoms of Vriksha, Agni, Sama, and even Bariura, where she learned the many types of magic that are taught in the kingdoms. Her knowledge grew to the point where she would attract the attention of the God of Light, Lucius. Calling for her aid against the threat of the Fallen Gods, Lucius named Khristina his Oracle, the person who would gather together others who Lucius has called, and guide them in their fight against the Fallen Gods. Khristina now holds her head up high, knowing that it wasn't a mistake to leave La Veda, as she now has a greater destiny ahead of her.
Evolution: As her power grows, Khristina begins to pulse with magic from all of the six elements. She also grows five additional tails, with each tail wearing a colored ring to represent each of the elements |
8,941 | 251 | 98 | 1,491 | 516 | Viranti
While brushing some persistent bits of grass and earth from his person, Viranti caught ear of Ryuuga's concerned inquiry, the dragon's ears twitching faintly, immediately followed by his head rising and turning to him. "Hm? I've suffered worse..." he said guilelessly, right before the man's follow up quip, to which Viranti merely frowned somewhat, a huff of heated air leaving his nostrils. He wasn't thrilled at what seemed like patronizing humor at his expense, but didn't feel like making a big deal of it. Most scenarios he possibly would, but now was different. He had just essentially been swallowed by a supernatural phenomenon and spat out in another world, so he was still dealing with that. Plus, the airship soon took up the lion's share of his attention and it's honestly a lot to take in.
"Air... Ship?..." Viranti repeated rather quietly to himself. It appeared that he was not the only one curious about the airborne contraption, but as odd as it was to him, he let his gaze leave it for the time being, instead directing it to the clear blue lake as the party drew closer to it. It was certainly larger than the lake he had encountered in the forest previously, the dragonute pensively studying every aspect of the body of water when he came near it. It was a wonder that there should be any conflict in a place like this with such plentiful water. He tilted his head to a small degree when he first noticed some scaly creatures drifting along in the lake, his eyes squinting, perplexed at the sight of them; his intrigue was less than subtle during the lake's traversal (whether that meant peering over the side of a bridge or eyeing them as he walked along the lake's edge). He's seen stranger critters, but none that resided in a pool like this. The dragon's tail perked up and waved about more than normal, himself wondering how these lake denizens would taste.
But in the end, he arrived with everyone upon entering the city, glaring at the guards as he passed by. As so long as there isn't anyone foolhardy enough to start a fight, there shouldn't be a worry of him having to finish it. Within the walls, he found there was something about the city, its sights, sounds and scents, all having a certain hectic liveliness that marked it as profoundly different from Edivid. Viranti smirked, feeling more than a little restless as he looked from point to point. He could see himself easily swept away after prolonged exposure to this new kind of energetic atmosphere. But for the time being, he was set on accompanying the Oracle to meet with the queen. | Don't mind me, just destroying evidence. XP |
8,942 | 251 | 99 | 1,689 | 287 | Rochelle snorted at Claire's naivety. "They don't fish on an airship, kid. They get food and supplies before they set off. I mean, if they hunt anything, it'd be birds. Or dragons." Dragons were somewhat common here in Angi. At the very least, Rochelle has heard a lot about dragons here, though she's never met one in person. Well, an actual dragon. Not a dragon person. As for Claire's offer for protection Rochelle didn't mention anything about it. The best armor was not to get hit, and Rochelle has escaped sticky situations with sheer speed and agility. Finally the group was on the move, and checking her gun again Rochelle followed the group.
Once the group reached the city Rochelle just gave a dirty look to the guardsmen. She never really liked local law enforcement; they were too concerned about upholding the status quo rather than any peace. On one hand Rochelle wouldn't be nearly as successful as a gunslinger if there weren't criminals that needed to be taken down. But it was a bit depressing how the law would enable that type of people from rising up. After the group managed to get inside the city one of the guardsmen mentioned a spa. Rochelle certainly wouldn't mind a good wash, especially after the activities she was up to last night.
"A spa eh? Count me in!" | Name:Sert
Age:
111
Gender:
Neither
Race:
Machine
Element:
Earth
Personality: Sert doesn't care about other 'things'. These (people, other individuals) are just things like Sert is, except Sert deserves better than them. In order to serve Sert's own greed; Sert will manipulate these 'things'. (again really others but Sert doesn't think of them that way.) Everyone including Sert is a thing to Sert.
Sert doesn't understand emotions like joy, happiness, sorrow. The closest thing that could be connected to an emotion is when Sert can't do what Sert wants to do. Thus Sert feels like Sert is overheating and its uncomfortable. Sert will then get violent and try to remove the obstacle from Sert's path.
Sert also has secrets. Information that Sert doesn't want anyone to know. Find out Sert's secrets and thats one quick way to encounter Sert for the worst.
Biography: Sert was created many years ago by a man who worked in a lab inside a major city of Vriksha. Sert's parts for Sert's birth/construction originated from all over Vriksha and even outside the Kingdom. As Sert's 'master' wanted Sert to be a premium robot, something that could put other robots to shame. Many hours of painstaking work: calculations of how the parts would weld together or in some cases simply adhere to each other were carefully planned and executed.
Something went wrong in the final stage however and as Sert's master put the finishing touch on the robot, the lab room was enveloped in a cloud of thick black smoke.
Sert was awake. And yet the first thing Sert did was ask the master, "Why?"
The master smiled as he replied, "To serve me."
Sert:"Why?"
The master continued to explain.
Sert continued to question why.
Sert was unsatisfied with the master as Sert shoved the one who created Sert against the wall and left the Lab to learn things Sert's way.
Sert spent 10 years learning more about Vriksha in general. After that Sert spent 101 years serving the authority(ies) here in Vriksha. But Sert's patience of serving is wearing thin and Sert may just make a 'play for power' soon.
Evolution:
+A torso or 'chest piece of armor' that is way more durable than the one Sert has now.
+Wheels that can move out from the bottom of Sert's metal 'boots' and allow Sert to roll at high speeds.
+A jetpack like attachment on Sert's back that allows Sert to shoot off into the sky.
Misc:
Sert avoids singing or any form of music.
Finished 1:14pm January 16, 2017 Central Time Zone UTC-06:00 |
8,943 | 251 | 100 | 470 | 1,609 | S~Sorry Rochelle...first time visiting this place and who knows? There could be sky fish...that'd be awesome if there were a few out there somewhere.
Claire nervously mutters to herself/himself as she/he keeps speaking due to the embarrassment and decides to go a bit more silent due to thinking that she/he disappointed her/his friend. Though Claire does occasionally smile and grin when she/he gets to see all sorts of new views on top of the airship they got to travel on.
When they eventually reached the town, Claire nodded to the guards there to confirm that they were no hostile group and tried to give them a cheerful smile underneath her/his farmer's hat. Though when Claire heard of the spa, she/he seemed to want to go but didn't want to bug Rochelle again nor the two leader-like people of the group if they don't mind her/him joining...well then again, Claire has no idea if they'd allow her/him in the spa with them in the first place. | Name:
Claire Bright
Age:
21
Gender:
Neither
Race:
Elf
Element:
Water
Appearance:
Small, Lithe build
Has two different colored eyes
Tanned skin
Blonde Hair
Farmer Clothes (neutral)
Personality:
Curious, Shy, and Respectful
Biography:
Never having known...its own gender, Claire's parents have always kept Claire hidden away from the world as much as they could in the Kingdom of Sama. Rarely did the child's parents ever sent Claire out to the forest or the nearby towns/villages to gather as much as the family needed to last for upcoming months. Over time, Claire was taught the healing arts of light...the child's parents were once gifted healers after all of the kingdom, though supposedly now retired. Claire had quite the knack for healing, often practicing in the forests that were near the child's hut. Finally, when the call to action was placed upon the child's parents, they decided to give Claire a chance to find a true calling in life...thus now the new adult in a new world responds to the call, hoping to make a difference and to find out the true meaning in living.
Evolution
1) Develops clothes toward either a male or female
2) Gains a staff
3) Gains Holy Robes while finally gaining a Gender
Theme
None
Misc.:
1) Good Swimmer
2) Has a degree of knowledge on medical plants and sea life
3) Good Fisher |
8,944 | 251 | 101 | 1,445 | 9,365 | Nodding his head Malkai had no other pressing questions. Good to know they had allies. He was almost concerned that this oracle expected their ragtag band to take on the forces of evil all on their own. Not that he was scared, but he liked to know who he could rely on when times were tough. Soon enough the group made their way to the city, dealt with the guards, and went through the city. There was talk about heading to a spa but Malkai felt it was a bit too early to start relaxing. He wasn’t sure if these people were careless or cocky, because as far as he was concerned until he’s killed something they were on duty. Playing around, getting drunk, or engaging in carnal activities needed to wait until the danger was dealt with.
”We ought ta hurry up an’ not muck about. We aren’t done much or traveled far; don’t know why y’all are already gettin’ tired and wantin’ a bath.”
Wolf, being the quiet hunter he was, stayed by Malkai’s side in silence. He occasionally yawned and licked his lips but otherwise didn’t seem to be doing anything except walking and paying attention to his surroundings. He was feeling a bit peckish and considered breaking off from the group for a while to hunt some food. Wolf could smell all sorts of prey he could cut down and chew on. Stray cats, homeless people, children… The city was a feast. | Name: Malkai Ironbelly
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Orc
Element: Earth
Appearance:
Personality: Might makes right, as Malkai always says. In all things moral and ethical the one who's truly good is whoever is left to tell their tales. Malkai has seen good men die and bad men profit, and in the end the world goes on without every caring. For the orc himself, he knows damn well that what he cares and what he believes in has very little baring about how the world works. Just because one does good does not mean they're rewarded, and just because one does evil does not mean they will be punished. To that end, good must be done for goodness's sake, and evil can be be a reward in of itself.
Having been raised in strife and conflicts Malkai has seen many friends die and killed many enemies of his own. While he would certainly do his best to protect his allies and kill his enemies, he holds no hard feelings for those who die in combat, nor does he blame his foes should they do the deed or wound him. That being said, there's a time and place for fighting. On the battlefield anything goes, but away from such places like a tavern or in bed, war should be nothing but dirty business done elsewhere. Malkai doesn't much appreciate working over time.
That being said Malkai does enjoy a scrap every now and again, either as a bar brawl or a big battle. He enjoys being the biggest presence on the battlefield, having many foes try and take him down as he stands defiant to their attacks, or for his allies to maneuver around the enemy and attack their flanks. Malkai derives a certain masochistic pleasure from being wounded, and enjoys nothing more than the feel of his blade sinking into foes. Despite his lumbering hulk outside the theater of war, in the midst of chaos and combat, Malkai is but a brush, a tool, in the hands of an artist who will paint this battle in blood.
Biography: Malkai has no country to call his home, as he was born in a band of mercenaries. His mother and father were two orcish warriors themselves, fighting across the mountains of Vriksha, the swamps of Bariura, or the tundras of Sama. Malkai was still a boy when he killed his first man, loading a crossbow for his father when an armored knight had arrived and nearly cut the young lad down. Had Malkai not had fallen and accidentally pull the trigger, his future would have ended right there. Since that day Malkai was given an axe and a shield, and would join his parents in battle wherever it took him.
By the time Malkai could be called a man himself, both his parents had perished. They died a warrior's death taking down a dragon for their commander, ultimately winning the battle they lost their lives too. With the money they would have been paid, Malkai purchased himself better equipment and went his own way. Having no loyalties to any lord the orcish warrior sold his blade to whoever needed it the most, be it some up-and-coming noble trying to make a name for himself, or a desperate village in need of protection against bandits. Sometimes Malkai would fight pro bono and simply kill anything that dared draw a weapon against him or whoever he protects.
Even now Malkai wanders the land looking for his next fight. He has made friends, he has made enemies, he seeks fortune, and he hungers for battle. Both Malkai and the day is still young, and even when night falls he shall simply rest until a new day dawns, and a bright future awaits.
Evolution:
Heavy Armor - Thick steel armor strong enough to ward off most weapons and arrows. It may not be magical, but it does the job.
Battle Axe - A large two-headed cleaver that can cut a horse in two, and if Malkai puts his strength into it, can even cut through armor and shields. Despite it's crude appearance it's a masterwork weapon made of steel.
Wolf Companion - A big friendly wolf that Malkai had picked up in his travels. Not only a friend but a deadly fighter himself, he knocks foes down so Malkai can finish them off. His name is Wolf.
Misc: A surprisingly decent chef. Malkai has much experience foraging around and making due with whatever scraps he can find, and thus can make a nice meal out of whatever he has on hand. Give him proper ingredients and he can make magic. |
8,945 | 251 | 102 | 1,310 | 1,136 | Nephele
Nephele bowed to the guards before shaking her head "Im fine… I don’t need to visit the spa. But if you want to go Loralei, then I shall come along" She seemed exhausted and seemed set on progressing rather than delaying the whole party to better herself. She was beginning to lean more onto Loralei now. Next thing she knows she was asleep and drooling slightly | Name:
Nephele
Age:
16
Gender:
Female
Race:
Human (Has dragon blood)
Element:
Light
Appearance:
Personality:
Nephele enjoys others company though she can be quite awkward. She is passionate with everything she does. Though she has never had any evolution happen to her before, thus she is scared what will happen. She is a pure and innocent soul... Thus easily corrupted by people.
Biography:
Nephele grew up within a family with no money. She would always love hearing the story of a prince which would rule his kingdom with kindness rather than with an iron fist. But this wasn't like the story, her family would reach the point where they had to put Nephele at an auction to make some money. Lucky for Nephele she was won by the lovely Lady Khristina and spends her time doing work around Khristina's house as one of her maids. Mainly cleaning and making sure Khristina was happy. Any spare time Nephele had would be spent learning her way around a rapier. The day would arise when Lucius called for people to aid him with a quest
Nephele has no idea what secrets lie within her blood. She just knows she shall be at Khristina's side for the entirety of this quest
Evolution:
Physical: When Nephele evolves her body starts to become more dragon-like. Starting with a tail and horns. Next would come her ears becoming pointy and sticking out to the sides rather than up. Wings would follow soon after. Her teeth would mold into fangs and her nails would become more like claws. Her eyes would change into that of a dragon. During all this scales would be starting to form at random points on her body.
Mental: After storing enough energy into her rapier, Nephele can stab it into the ground to form a barrier of protection against dark elements. This is also the only time where Nephele is not corruptible. This barrier would protect against anyone who had any feels of wanting to harm Nephele or anyone within the barrier. The barrier can only be held while energy is still within the rapier. |
8,946 | 251 | 103 | 2,208 | 1,061 | Heinrich gave the fellow a short bow and a wave. "Yes yes, good luck to you! Perhaps we shall cross paths upon a later date good sir!" He said as he disembarked the airship. A city of Fire, so he was told, was the location of the vision Heinrich had recieved. Oh how the Gentleman relished in the ordained task of bringing down the true Darkness of this world! "Ah yes yes, truly a man of my stature is only qualified for such a task! Now then...." Heinrich glanced around the part of town he was in. Surrounded by the bustling docks and such, attuning himself to the hum of activity, straining for any useful information.... "Oh my.... I.. I have no idea where I'm suppose to go!" The realization struck like a hit of gunpowder. "Well I could... no, no that wouldn't do.... Perhaps if her godliness was to be so kind, I could receive a more clear vision? Perhaps with more clarity this time?" Heinrich closed his eyes and waited.
. . . . . . . .
"Bah! You godly types always loved giving a good challenge I suppose! Very well! I, Doctor Heinrich Henderson the Great and Powerful Powder Mage, accept your challenge!" Heinrich yelled aloud, causing a few looks. Heinrich began storming around town, in search of this Oracle and the grand traveling band of Heroes his vision had promised him!
Aaaaand after a few hours of fruitless searching, Heinrich was breathing heavy, leaning against a wall of a building near the main gate. With a long sigh, he gave himself a break. "My... This is posing to be... quite the challenge! But... as a refined gentleman such as myself, I cannot strain myself on such a... petty.. task.. (My god this city is big...). | Illium Vethelot
Age: 51
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Element: Fire
Appearance: Illium is an elder man dressed in his old military garment. A somewhat tattered dark green tunic over a chainmail hauberk. Both extend slightly past his waistline so that his belt can properly strap them down while holding up his brown trowsers. He gave up his metal helmet long ago, and instead wears his white hair tied up in a top knot to keep it from being grabbed by the grubby mail. His long spear is usually in his hand, though sometimes he does place it across his lap when sitting.
Personality: Illium is a cynical man, being apart of the military generally does that to you. He never held a high position within the army, but his experience in the field typically allowed him to get away with giving commands when they were in the furnace of war. This led to him keeping a quiet demeanor when separated from his company. Drinking brought out a different side of him. Always quick to laugh after a few sips of ale, this was the only time his reserved disposition changed.
Biography: He grew up in a small farm with parents that always spoke of how proud they were that he would one day take over their family farm. Being a dutiful son, and soon man, he took to his parent's dreams with unspoken ruefulness. He didn't desire to plant field of wheat and corn and hay. He wanted adventure! He wanted glory! Typical of a boy his age. Finally when he was a few years shy of 20, a large man dressed in the raiment of the nearby city came to collect him. They were recruiting for some sort of war. Illium was excited, and his parents devastated. They knew the life of a soldier. They knew that most never made it past the first few years. The young Vethelot had no idea the horrors that he would see throughout his career as a life long soldier. He had no possible idea that this would also be the last time he saw his parents. If he had, there would have been no doubt in his mind he would have resisted the officer at all cost. Nearly 30 years later, Illium was a grizzled soldier with years of experience under his belt. Forgoing the norm of a sword and shield after his first real battle, the green boy had picked up a fallen spear that had barely missed his head after being thrown into the mob. Fending the invaders away, he had managed to keep them at bay long enough for the reinforcements to come in and turn the tide. This was the very spear that he still used and kept sharp. The smell that permeated the air around it was rancid, and the very reason for that was simple. He never cleaned the shaft of it. The leaf shaped blade gleamed with polish, but the long wooden part beneath it was stained with red.
Evolution: Illium can begin using some of his blood magic to begin warping his fighting style. He begins first to discover that he can create any weapon out of his own blood, taking damage any time he reforms it. During this time, his right arm lays in tatters while the weapon is in existance. (Having used his own blood to forge it)
Next, he can begin to seep blood out from the pores on his chest and arms to create armor that is nearly as impenetrable as heavy steel armor.
Finally, he can begin putrefying the blood in his spear to then inflict insurmountable damage to the target of his weapon. Of course when he dissipates his weapon, a small amount of that putrefied blood hurts him as well.
There is no blood magic that doesn't come with some cost to it.
Misc: Most military men would have heard stories about "The Bloodied Spear". And most of those would be false campfire stories that might hold a small kernel of truth within them. The man wielding the mythical blade wasn't well known, but often times he wasn't mentioned. People in battle often claim to have seen "a bloody spear cleaving through the heads of soldiers" or possibly "A flaming spear soaring overhead dripping large tear drops of blood". At this point it was just a legend that had nothing to do with the real story. |
8,947 | 251 | 104 | 565 | 507 | Khristina turned to her group, though a trip to the spa would be relaxing they had a meeting with the queen to attend to. Maybe after this is over they could have some time to relax, but now wasn't the time. "Sorry everyone, we're going to have to put a visit to the spa on hold, we have business to attend to after all. Loralei, please find some lodgings for the group and take care of Nephele for me, poor girl needs some rest." Loralei nodded at Khristina's orders and walked off with Nephele in her arms.
"Now then, let us hurry on, the queen is waiting." Khristina lead the group on towards a large palace in the eastern sector of the city. A large statue depicting the hero Vargas stood at the entrance, despite being a statue one could feel a great warmth from it as if a fire burned within it. Inside, the group was stop by a woman in armor. "Halt,
state your business here, if it's to seek audience with the queen then you best move along, my lady Salene is very busy as of late dealing with threats against the city." The woman had two great axes holstered on her back and it was safe to assume that she wasn't afraid to use them.
Loralei went as far as the western sector before finding a decent enough inn for the whole group. She went inside and booked rooms for everyone in the group before laying Nephele in her bed. "If she wakes up, just tell her to stay put here until my group and I return, she really needs her rest." Loralei informed the innkeeper before heading back to the palace. On her way back, Loralei was taking in the sights of the city when she accidentally bumped into someone. The sudden stop surprised Loralei and caused her to fall backwards, landing on her rear end. She looked up to see a trench coat wearing man with his face covered in a makeshift mask, the color in her face immediately faded. "I... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to, I wasn't looking where I was going..." It seemed like Loralei was scared by Heinrich's appearance, she was shaking on the ground. | Name: Khristina
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Race: Kitsune
Element: Light
"I have learned many things on my journey, now I will put all I've learned to use. Lucius guide me."
Personality: Khristina is a free spirited, kind hearted, fox tailed traveler. Her love for knowledge and her innate curiosity is both a blessing and a curse as she is very knowledgeable, yet is prone to getting into matters that don't concern her. Despite her love for all knowledge on magic, Khristina is very cautious towards any at all dark magic, not because she hates or distrusts it, but because of dark magic's ability to do more harm than good in the wrong hands. She's always willing to chat, no matter the topic, just be prepared for a long talk as she is very talkative.
Biography: Khristina was born into magic nobility in the kingdom of La Veda. As she grew up, Khristina began to grow tired of her boring noble lifestyle. Learn this, learn that, well how about learning something she wanted to learn? When she turned 18, Khristina gathered her things and left behind her nobility to travel beyond the boundaries of La Veda. Her journey has taken her through the kingdoms of Vriksha, Agni, Sama, and even Bariura, where she learned the many types of magic that are taught in the kingdoms. Her knowledge grew to the point where she would attract the attention of the God of Light, Lucius. Calling for her aid against the threat of the Fallen Gods, Lucius named Khristina his Oracle, the person who would gather together others who Lucius has called, and guide them in their fight against the Fallen Gods. Khristina now holds her head up high, knowing that it wasn't a mistake to leave La Veda, as she now has a greater destiny ahead of her.
Evolution: As her power grows, Khristina begins to pulse with magic from all of the six elements. She also grows five additional tails, with each tail wearing a colored ring to represent each of the elements |
8,948 | 251 | 105 | 2,208 | 1,061 | Luck was not on his side...
Or so Heinrich had thought. Continuing his wanderings from earlier, after a much needed breather, the Powder Mage had began searching the west sector now, mainly walking the main streets, occasionally asking inn keepers for any "Oracles" that may have dropped in. Truth be told, he hadn't the faintest clue what the Oracle even looked like! the vision had only gotten increasingly blurred and faded as time went on, so Heinrich was having an incredibly difficult time simply remebering it. With yet, another heavy sigh, the masked man continued his wandering.
"Perhaps it was simply a devil playing a trick on me... No! I mustn't loose my resolve! I must be close to my god given quest! If only there was a sign... Simply something from the great one that could aid my most noble endeavor! If only... Well... perhaps that would make things a bit to easy... A proper gentleman must take the entire challenge in stride. Now then... what shall the next area of searching be? Perhaps the Docks again? No.. no that wouldn't due... Hmmmm...." Heinrich thought to himself, seemingly stroking a non existent beard.
It seemed he was so engrossed in thought, that he hadn't noticed the maid he had just bumped into. She fell back a bit while he stood, somewhat surprised by such a sudden introduction, so to speak.
"I... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to, I wasn't looking where I was going..." the lady hesitantly stuttered out at the sight of Heinrich.
The imposing figured leaned forward slighty, a single, bright orange eye peered from behind the mask, seemingly burrowing into the soul of this maid, with only pain and suffering being reflected back by that cold, dead sta-
"I SAY! What have I told you already, narrator?!"
*Ahem*
Heinrich gave a curt bow and offered his hand.. asshole
"Terribly sorry myself, miss! I too, was completely unawares of my surroundings! How foolish I must seem, ha ha! I do hope you are alright, do you need any help?" He asked warmly, a genuine smile masked by his more intimidating appearance. | Illium Vethelot
Age: 51
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Element: Fire
Appearance: Illium is an elder man dressed in his old military garment. A somewhat tattered dark green tunic over a chainmail hauberk. Both extend slightly past his waistline so that his belt can properly strap them down while holding up his brown trowsers. He gave up his metal helmet long ago, and instead wears his white hair tied up in a top knot to keep it from being grabbed by the grubby mail. His long spear is usually in his hand, though sometimes he does place it across his lap when sitting.
Personality: Illium is a cynical man, being apart of the military generally does that to you. He never held a high position within the army, but his experience in the field typically allowed him to get away with giving commands when they were in the furnace of war. This led to him keeping a quiet demeanor when separated from his company. Drinking brought out a different side of him. Always quick to laugh after a few sips of ale, this was the only time his reserved disposition changed.
Biography: He grew up in a small farm with parents that always spoke of how proud they were that he would one day take over their family farm. Being a dutiful son, and soon man, he took to his parent's dreams with unspoken ruefulness. He didn't desire to plant field of wheat and corn and hay. He wanted adventure! He wanted glory! Typical of a boy his age. Finally when he was a few years shy of 20, a large man dressed in the raiment of the nearby city came to collect him. They were recruiting for some sort of war. Illium was excited, and his parents devastated. They knew the life of a soldier. They knew that most never made it past the first few years. The young Vethelot had no idea the horrors that he would see throughout his career as a life long soldier. He had no possible idea that this would also be the last time he saw his parents. If he had, there would have been no doubt in his mind he would have resisted the officer at all cost. Nearly 30 years later, Illium was a grizzled soldier with years of experience under his belt. Forgoing the norm of a sword and shield after his first real battle, the green boy had picked up a fallen spear that had barely missed his head after being thrown into the mob. Fending the invaders away, he had managed to keep them at bay long enough for the reinforcements to come in and turn the tide. This was the very spear that he still used and kept sharp. The smell that permeated the air around it was rancid, and the very reason for that was simple. He never cleaned the shaft of it. The leaf shaped blade gleamed with polish, but the long wooden part beneath it was stained with red.
Evolution: Illium can begin using some of his blood magic to begin warping his fighting style. He begins first to discover that he can create any weapon out of his own blood, taking damage any time he reforms it. During this time, his right arm lays in tatters while the weapon is in existance. (Having used his own blood to forge it)
Next, he can begin to seep blood out from the pores on his chest and arms to create armor that is nearly as impenetrable as heavy steel armor.
Finally, he can begin putrefying the blood in his spear to then inflict insurmountable damage to the target of his weapon. Of course when he dissipates his weapon, a small amount of that putrefied blood hurts him as well.
There is no blood magic that doesn't come with some cost to it.
Misc: Most military men would have heard stories about "The Bloodied Spear". And most of those would be false campfire stories that might hold a small kernel of truth within them. The man wielding the mythical blade wasn't well known, but often times he wasn't mentioned. People in battle often claim to have seen "a bloody spear cleaving through the heads of soldiers" or possibly "A flaming spear soaring overhead dripping large tear drops of blood". At this point it was just a legend that had nothing to do with the real story. |
8,949 | 251 | 106 | 1,491 | 516 | Viranti
Viranti might as well have been a tourist given his avid interest in sightseeing, content to observe as much as he could along the way as opposed to wandering off by himself. Deep down, he knew there was a task at hand that he felt strongly disinclined to frivolously abandon. What was more, he was growing ever curious of the kind of ruler that held sway over such a community, his expectations growing by the minute. He may not have paid the closest attention before, but he did take notice of what the Oracle said next, as well as her servants being sent away to secure shelter on everyone’s behalf. “Fine then. Let’s get going already. No more delays,” the dragonute impatiently concluded with a passive wave of his hand before continuing on the group’s collective way to the palace.
“This? This is where the queen resides? Seems... excessive, if you ask me…” Viranti was actually very impressed with the estate, its sheer scale and elegant design (at least when compared to anything he was used to) exciting his imagination as to what exactly goes on within its walls that would require such a structure. A single person wouldn’t need this much space. Perhaps the palace is also meant to house the ruler’s servants, guards and maybe even other members of their clan, at least that would be his guess. Passing by the grand statue of Vargas, the dragon could sense a faint flow of warmth, causing him pause for a second, him giving a faintly puzzled look over his shoulder and in the figure’s direction. The effigy itself was odd to him, but he wouldn’t have paid it much attention if it wasn’t for the sudden, sensation.
Even if he had bothered keeping a mental note of approximately where the group was in relation to how the palace looked on the outside, Viranti would have long lost track by the time they came across an armor-clad woman bent on impeding their progress, not that he had the slightest clue as to where the queen would be located anyway. “Stand aside human. I haven’t come all this way just to be denied by the likes of you,” the draconic warrior stepped purposefully forward, plainly tired of all these assumably clueless people getting in the way, his hand lifting to grip his sword’s handle as a subtly aggressive gesture. “If the queen will not see us, let her say so herself,” he sternly said, his hand trembling expectantly over the grip of his weapon. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but something didn’t feel right, and although it felt just as unfitting to fight in such regal yet unsuitable surroundings, he wouldn’t shy away from a possibly pointless fight if it meant progress could be made. | Don't mind me, just destroying evidence. XP |
8,950 | 251 | 107 | 1,310 | 1,136 | Nephele
Nephele would be held with Loralei's arms, she seemed to be in some kind of bliss to finally be asleep. She would be taken towards the most decent inn as possible. The girl would seem to be happy with the bed she was laid upon upon and she would toss a bit before stopping. "D-dont.... leave...." She would mumble even though she was alone within the room. She would slowly open her eyes as she wakes up in a sort of panic "Im fine! I... I hate my life sometimes"
She would rise from her bed and walk towards the exit only to be stopped by the innkeeper. The girl would not be happy being told to wait "She came alone?! Why did you let her leave?!" She would run out after Loralei, she had a powernap and that would be enough to get her going for the time being. She would continue to run towards the obvious large castle within the walls of the city. Suddenly she would stop, the sight of the man with the mask standing over Loralei gave her the idea that he attacked her. "Get away from her!" She would have her rapier out ready to fight. She was obviously slightly delusional from the minimal sleep | Name:
Nephele
Age:
16
Gender:
Female
Race:
Human (Has dragon blood)
Element:
Light
Appearance:
Personality:
Nephele enjoys others company though she can be quite awkward. She is passionate with everything she does. Though she has never had any evolution happen to her before, thus she is scared what will happen. She is a pure and innocent soul... Thus easily corrupted by people.
Biography:
Nephele grew up within a family with no money. She would always love hearing the story of a prince which would rule his kingdom with kindness rather than with an iron fist. But this wasn't like the story, her family would reach the point where they had to put Nephele at an auction to make some money. Lucky for Nephele she was won by the lovely Lady Khristina and spends her time doing work around Khristina's house as one of her maids. Mainly cleaning and making sure Khristina was happy. Any spare time Nephele had would be spent learning her way around a rapier. The day would arise when Lucius called for people to aid him with a quest
Nephele has no idea what secrets lie within her blood. She just knows she shall be at Khristina's side for the entirety of this quest
Evolution:
Physical: When Nephele evolves her body starts to become more dragon-like. Starting with a tail and horns. Next would come her ears becoming pointy and sticking out to the sides rather than up. Wings would follow soon after. Her teeth would mold into fangs and her nails would become more like claws. Her eyes would change into that of a dragon. During all this scales would be starting to form at random points on her body.
Mental: After storing enough energy into her rapier, Nephele can stab it into the ground to form a barrier of protection against dark elements. This is also the only time where Nephele is not corruptible. This barrier would protect against anyone who had any feels of wanting to harm Nephele or anyone within the barrier. The barrier can only be held while energy is still within the rapier. |
8,951 | 251 | 108 | 2,042 | 1,486 | Elise, Golden rogue
"Stand aside human. I haven’t come all this way just to be denied by the likes of you."
Something about the way he emphasized on the word 'human' pissed her off. Something in the dragonute's demeanor managed to rub her just the wrong way. Observing the dragonute, she noticed his hand was already hovering over his weapon. He's planning to draw his weapon here? Fool. Does he not realize there are more guards? With a swift motion and an icy stare, Elise drew her sword. She'd have liked to end him right here, but she realized that he too, was one of the 'chosen ones' and thus important, instead she put the blade against Viranti's throat. "Say, dragon... was that supposed to mean something? I've enough confidence in my swordplay to say that I, as a human, cant take you on. I suggest you stand down."
As uncalled for as it'd been to press her blade to the dragon's throat, Elise sheathed her own sword and turned to the guard. "Excuse my companion here. He doesn't mean anything by it." Briefly turning to Viranti with yet another soul-piercing stare, she stated "--At least, I hope he doesn't." Pointing her thumb over her shoulder at Khristina, Elise remarked "Perhaps the oracle of Lucius here can explain it to you, we've come to fight some Mecha something-or-other. Encroaching darkness and whatnot, so I'd really appreciate it if you'd take us to your ruler." Putting some emphasis on the part where she mentioned Khristina being oracle, Elise hoped to simply overrule the guard by a call of authority. | Name: 'Golden Rogue' Elise
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Element: Thunder
Appearance:
Personality:
Elise has a cold stare and a warm personality. She usually acts cheerful in and around towns, because she's usually a nice person. While her rogue-like appearance suggests a rather shady character, she is relatively sociable and usually helps people--for free! However, she has also demanded fees for helping, often enough. Despiter having a jovial attitude, she has a short temper and can occasionally be downright cruel.
Biography:
Elise has grown up in a small town, much to her liking, she bas always been good at using knives and when she reached the age of 15 she took some knives and skipped town. She loved the quiet atmosphere, but her curiosity got the better of her and she went to discover the outside world. She has since then done many odd jobs, but always refused dirtier works. With the money she made, Elise first got a weapon upgrade, replacing her knives with shortswords. Later she also purchased a set of armor. Because she isn't exactly rich, this armor had to be affordable, so she purchased leather armor. Even though she now uses swords in combat, she still carries her old knives. She is intent on one day returning them home.
Evolution:
-Burst Acceleration
Elise gains golden dragon feet. With these new muscles she can launch herself at a speed of 20 m/s*.
Any distance higher than 10 meter becomes slightly inaccurate, though.
-Wrath Claws
Elise hands turn into golden, dragonic claws, capable of strong, accurate strikes.
-Dragon's Pride
Elise grows fully operational wings, horns and a dragonic tail.
-Dragonic Endurance
Elise develops a scaly armor covering most of her body, and her face also turns more dragonic. At this point, she might as well be a dragon.
-Piercing Gaze
Elise's presence grows overwhelming, direct eye contact with her causes others to freeze in place. It is not absolute, but hinders movement a lot.
*This is 72 km/h or +/-44 mph.
Misc:
Elise is by all means a rogue-like fighter, but she insists on being called a 'Master of Blades'. |
8,952 | 251 | 109 | 1,445 | 9,365 | Cripes, yer a surly lot. Malkai scoffed as he saw everyone get hostile at the door guards. He could understand that maybe everyone wanted to get about their hero business asap, but even he had some patience. Soon one of the other members of the party explained their situation to which Malkai inserted his own two bits. "Aye. As he says, we the heroes or sumfing fighting darkness an wot. Yae, we a rag tag lookin bunch, but if yer need baddies dead, we yer warriors." | Name: Malkai Ironbelly
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Orc
Element: Earth
Appearance:
Personality: Might makes right, as Malkai always says. In all things moral and ethical the one who's truly good is whoever is left to tell their tales. Malkai has seen good men die and bad men profit, and in the end the world goes on without every caring. For the orc himself, he knows damn well that what he cares and what he believes in has very little baring about how the world works. Just because one does good does not mean they're rewarded, and just because one does evil does not mean they will be punished. To that end, good must be done for goodness's sake, and evil can be be a reward in of itself.
Having been raised in strife and conflicts Malkai has seen many friends die and killed many enemies of his own. While he would certainly do his best to protect his allies and kill his enemies, he holds no hard feelings for those who die in combat, nor does he blame his foes should they do the deed or wound him. That being said, there's a time and place for fighting. On the battlefield anything goes, but away from such places like a tavern or in bed, war should be nothing but dirty business done elsewhere. Malkai doesn't much appreciate working over time.
That being said Malkai does enjoy a scrap every now and again, either as a bar brawl or a big battle. He enjoys being the biggest presence on the battlefield, having many foes try and take him down as he stands defiant to their attacks, or for his allies to maneuver around the enemy and attack their flanks. Malkai derives a certain masochistic pleasure from being wounded, and enjoys nothing more than the feel of his blade sinking into foes. Despite his lumbering hulk outside the theater of war, in the midst of chaos and combat, Malkai is but a brush, a tool, in the hands of an artist who will paint this battle in blood.
Biography: Malkai has no country to call his home, as he was born in a band of mercenaries. His mother and father were two orcish warriors themselves, fighting across the mountains of Vriksha, the swamps of Bariura, or the tundras of Sama. Malkai was still a boy when he killed his first man, loading a crossbow for his father when an armored knight had arrived and nearly cut the young lad down. Had Malkai not had fallen and accidentally pull the trigger, his future would have ended right there. Since that day Malkai was given an axe and a shield, and would join his parents in battle wherever it took him.
By the time Malkai could be called a man himself, both his parents had perished. They died a warrior's death taking down a dragon for their commander, ultimately winning the battle they lost their lives too. With the money they would have been paid, Malkai purchased himself better equipment and went his own way. Having no loyalties to any lord the orcish warrior sold his blade to whoever needed it the most, be it some up-and-coming noble trying to make a name for himself, or a desperate village in need of protection against bandits. Sometimes Malkai would fight pro bono and simply kill anything that dared draw a weapon against him or whoever he protects.
Even now Malkai wanders the land looking for his next fight. He has made friends, he has made enemies, he seeks fortune, and he hungers for battle. Both Malkai and the day is still young, and even when night falls he shall simply rest until a new day dawns, and a bright future awaits.
Evolution:
Heavy Armor - Thick steel armor strong enough to ward off most weapons and arrows. It may not be magical, but it does the job.
Battle Axe - A large two-headed cleaver that can cut a horse in two, and if Malkai puts his strength into it, can even cut through armor and shields. Despite it's crude appearance it's a masterwork weapon made of steel.
Wolf Companion - A big friendly wolf that Malkai had picked up in his travels. Not only a friend but a deadly fighter himself, he knocks foes down so Malkai can finish them off. His name is Wolf.
Misc: A surprisingly decent chef. Malkai has much experience foraging around and making due with whatever scraps he can find, and thus can make a nice meal out of whatever he has on hand. Give him proper ingredients and he can make magic. |
8,953 | 251 | 110 | 1,689 | 287 | Tch. That sucks. I really did want that bath... Rochelle spat to the side and followed the others to the castle. She supposed that it was more important if they actually did their jobs, but surely they wouldn't mind a chance to unwind sometimes. But Rochelle would get over it, fighting evil was just as fun as having a nice, hot bath too. As they walked through the city Rochelle looked at the various shops and kept an eye open for anything interesting. She wasn't looking for any shops like a jewlery store or backery, but something more practical: smithing shops. As far as Rochelle knows, Angi is the only place that works with firearms. So surely the crown jewel of the nation ought to have a few good shops. While Rochelle didn't have any money hopefully they'll get some money after defeating whatever bad guy they come up to next. In hindsight, maybe Rochelle should have ensured they'll get any money at all. Saving the world is important and all, but nothing comes for free.
Once everyone reached the castle that hit their first problem. A big warrior woman wielding two giant axes, stopping them from going forward. "Huh? What the hell, did no one tell you we were coming? Seriously..." Rochelle couldn't really do anything about it now but wait for the Oracle or someone else to talk to this lady. Rochelle would try to talk to her, but she didn't have anything to say that the others didn't already say. They were here to stop the encroaching darkness and they need to see the queen. They didn't exactly have badges or anything. | Name:Sert
Age:
111
Gender:
Neither
Race:
Machine
Element:
Earth
Personality: Sert doesn't care about other 'things'. These (people, other individuals) are just things like Sert is, except Sert deserves better than them. In order to serve Sert's own greed; Sert will manipulate these 'things'. (again really others but Sert doesn't think of them that way.) Everyone including Sert is a thing to Sert.
Sert doesn't understand emotions like joy, happiness, sorrow. The closest thing that could be connected to an emotion is when Sert can't do what Sert wants to do. Thus Sert feels like Sert is overheating and its uncomfortable. Sert will then get violent and try to remove the obstacle from Sert's path.
Sert also has secrets. Information that Sert doesn't want anyone to know. Find out Sert's secrets and thats one quick way to encounter Sert for the worst.
Biography: Sert was created many years ago by a man who worked in a lab inside a major city of Vriksha. Sert's parts for Sert's birth/construction originated from all over Vriksha and even outside the Kingdom. As Sert's 'master' wanted Sert to be a premium robot, something that could put other robots to shame. Many hours of painstaking work: calculations of how the parts would weld together or in some cases simply adhere to each other were carefully planned and executed.
Something went wrong in the final stage however and as Sert's master put the finishing touch on the robot, the lab room was enveloped in a cloud of thick black smoke.
Sert was awake. And yet the first thing Sert did was ask the master, "Why?"
The master smiled as he replied, "To serve me."
Sert:"Why?"
The master continued to explain.
Sert continued to question why.
Sert was unsatisfied with the master as Sert shoved the one who created Sert against the wall and left the Lab to learn things Sert's way.
Sert spent 10 years learning more about Vriksha in general. After that Sert spent 101 years serving the authority(ies) here in Vriksha. But Sert's patience of serving is wearing thin and Sert may just make a 'play for power' soon.
Evolution:
+A torso or 'chest piece of armor' that is way more durable than the one Sert has now.
+Wheels that can move out from the bottom of Sert's metal 'boots' and allow Sert to roll at high speeds.
+A jetpack like attachment on Sert's back that allows Sert to shoot off into the sky.
Misc:
Sert avoids singing or any form of music.
Finished 1:14pm January 16, 2017 Central Time Zone UTC-06:00 |
8,954 | 251 | 111 | 565 | 507 | Michele's eyes flared at the sight of Viranti's apparent challenge. "Oh you think your tough, lizard boy? I could cut you into a million, burning pieces..." She said grabbing the hilts of her axes, she had a really short fuse and Viranti just lit it. She wasn't listening to what the others had to say, as far as she knew this was a group of assassins bent on killing her queen. "That's quite enough Michele, there Oracle sent word to me ahead of time. I have plenty of time to hear them out." A regal looking young woman with eyes as red as her dress walked into the room, escort by a large, menacing robot.
"My... My apologies, my queen..." Michele backed off, bowing her head low. "I apologize for my bodyguard's aggressiveness, as she said I've been rather busy. Assassination attempts,
monsters attacking the walls, and an overall discomfort throughout the city." She led the group to a large room, a meeting room to be exact. The queen sat down on a royal looking chair and motioned for the others to sit. The robot seemed to be scanning Malkai. "SCANS SHOW MASSIVE AMOUNTS OF GREED... PREPARING LOOTING PREVENTION SYSTEMS..." Michele shook her head. "Don't mind Crabby, he's very protective of the queen and her palace... But if you even move the wrong way he won't hesitate to pump you full of bullets..." She stated.
"Its an... Honor to speak with you Queen Salene. We wish for info on the whereabouts of the Fire Hero Stone..." Khristina said in a rather nervous tone. "That is what you seek... Well, I would like to hear your reasons for coming on this quest. Oracle, I know your intent very well, but the rest of you... Why did you answer lord Lucius's call?"
Loralei let out a deep sigh when the cloaked man turned out to be quite the gentleman. "Thank you... I apologize for the bumping into you... I'm in a bit of a rush to meet back up with my mistress Khristina, her work as oracle requires aid." She said adjusting her glasses.
When Nephele appeared holding her weapon at the stranger, Loralei got between them. "Nephele its ok, this man isn't going to hurt me. He's actually quite nice." | Name: Khristina
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Race: Kitsune
Element: Light
"I have learned many things on my journey, now I will put all I've learned to use. Lucius guide me."
Personality: Khristina is a free spirited, kind hearted, fox tailed traveler. Her love for knowledge and her innate curiosity is both a blessing and a curse as she is very knowledgeable, yet is prone to getting into matters that don't concern her. Despite her love for all knowledge on magic, Khristina is very cautious towards any at all dark magic, not because she hates or distrusts it, but because of dark magic's ability to do more harm than good in the wrong hands. She's always willing to chat, no matter the topic, just be prepared for a long talk as she is very talkative.
Biography: Khristina was born into magic nobility in the kingdom of La Veda. As she grew up, Khristina began to grow tired of her boring noble lifestyle. Learn this, learn that, well how about learning something she wanted to learn? When she turned 18, Khristina gathered her things and left behind her nobility to travel beyond the boundaries of La Veda. Her journey has taken her through the kingdoms of Vriksha, Agni, Sama, and even Bariura, where she learned the many types of magic that are taught in the kingdoms. Her knowledge grew to the point where she would attract the attention of the God of Light, Lucius. Calling for her aid against the threat of the Fallen Gods, Lucius named Khristina his Oracle, the person who would gather together others who Lucius has called, and guide them in their fight against the Fallen Gods. Khristina now holds her head up high, knowing that it wasn't a mistake to leave La Veda, as she now has a greater destiny ahead of her.
Evolution: As her power grows, Khristina begins to pulse with magic from all of the six elements. She also grows five additional tails, with each tail wearing a colored ring to represent each of the elements |
8,955 | 251 | 112 | 1,491 | 516 | Viranti
Viranti wasn't at all used to the constant interference that meeting the queen required, originally believing that it would be a simple matter of going straight to her. But the irksome "red tape", in the form of guards blocking his path, had worn away at his last nerve to a significant extent, but alongside that anger - doubt. Had the Oracle not sent word of their arrival? Did her word not carry any weight here? Was their journey not important? What was more, a warrior clad in comparatively different armor than those worn by the others stood between them and the queen. At best, she had failed to be informed of the meeting. At worst, she was one determined to interfere with their quest - it wasn't like she gave any reason to trust her. In fact, Viranti was greatly inclined to mistrust most authority figures, guards especially. Turning away wasn't an option, and Michele didn't seem the sort to relent through mere words, not the kind they could say anyway. Battle was a means to force some answers from her if not do away with her completely.
For a moment, Viranti imagined the resplendent palace and the lively, exciting city that surrounded it to be of little difference to the abhorrent hole he was picked out from. If he had dwelled on it for much longer, all the soldiers in this land may not be enough to stop what ensued. However, he was distracted for a few moments by Elise's sword drawing near, very swift indeed, but not unnoticeable. At first, he believed that the blade was actually meant to undo the shackle over his neck. There was a time and place, and a smaller implement would have been preferable, but he wasn't going to hold that against her should it work. Yet that assumption fell by the wayside as the blade met against his throat, his eye lowering to her in rigid interest. Her intent indeed appeared to be less altruistic, but no less brave. He would have admired this quality more if he wasn't silently brimming with rage, his senses taking a back seat for a second. His expression turned steely, her means of intimidation having as much effect as it would to a wild animal. He was careless in letting her get this far and had he been in the state he was in now, he would have saw fit to rip her world asunder.
But she sheathed her sword just in time, Viranti's fierce gaze redirecting to Michele. Diplomacy had failed, and whether she was their enemy or not, it really didn't matter to him anymore. However, just seconds before he was about to give all his human impediments a royal burning, Queen Salene made her appearance. It would certainly be hard for the dragonute to explain, but he could tell she was the queen, between the way she distinctly carried herself, her regal appearance and how Michele basically admitted as much. It was actually very good of her to do so, otherwise Viranti would have wondered if his suspicion was wrong and started wondering if the large quadrupedal machine was the monarch instead. He finally lowered his hand from his blade's hilt, his arms crossing while he made his way inside the meeting room and sat the best he could, his eyes eagerly taking in the showy nuances of this space.
The queen's question seemed to come out of nowhere to him. Was this really necessary? Even if it wasn't though, she had made good on her agreement to see them and it only seemed fair to answer a question or two. Still, it wasn't a subject that he had given much thought to. "I..." Viranti spoke hesitantly before his immediate reflection on his uncertainty caused him to abruptly turn his head away from her in a low huff. "(Hmph) I saw an opportunity to see the worlds beyond and wanted the challenge. Nothing more, nothing less." | Don't mind me, just destroying evidence. XP |
8,956 | 251 | 113 | 1,310 | 1,136 | Nephele
Nephele would look at the cloaked man and then to Loralei as she sighs. She would lower her rapier before sheathing it. Her eyes meeting Lorelei's eyes. Her eyes seemed to be filled with life hearing her friend was alright. With no warning at all Nephele would be trying to hug her "Dont ever do that again!" Her eyes were filled with tears as she cuddled her friend tightly.
Looks towards the cloaked man "Stay away from her" | Name:
Nephele
Age:
16
Gender:
Female
Race:
Human (Has dragon blood)
Element:
Light
Appearance:
Personality:
Nephele enjoys others company though she can be quite awkward. She is passionate with everything she does. Though she has never had any evolution happen to her before, thus she is scared what will happen. She is a pure and innocent soul... Thus easily corrupted by people.
Biography:
Nephele grew up within a family with no money. She would always love hearing the story of a prince which would rule his kingdom with kindness rather than with an iron fist. But this wasn't like the story, her family would reach the point where they had to put Nephele at an auction to make some money. Lucky for Nephele she was won by the lovely Lady Khristina and spends her time doing work around Khristina's house as one of her maids. Mainly cleaning and making sure Khristina was happy. Any spare time Nephele had would be spent learning her way around a rapier. The day would arise when Lucius called for people to aid him with a quest
Nephele has no idea what secrets lie within her blood. She just knows she shall be at Khristina's side for the entirety of this quest
Evolution:
Physical: When Nephele evolves her body starts to become more dragon-like. Starting with a tail and horns. Next would come her ears becoming pointy and sticking out to the sides rather than up. Wings would follow soon after. Her teeth would mold into fangs and her nails would become more like claws. Her eyes would change into that of a dragon. During all this scales would be starting to form at random points on her body.
Mental: After storing enough energy into her rapier, Nephele can stab it into the ground to form a barrier of protection against dark elements. This is also the only time where Nephele is not corruptible. This barrier would protect against anyone who had any feels of wanting to harm Nephele or anyone within the barrier. The barrier can only be held while energy is still within the rapier. |
8,957 | 251 | 114 | 2,208 | 1,061 | Thank you... I apologize for the bumping into you... I'm in a bit of a rush to meet back up with my mistress Khristina, her work as oracle requires aid. the maid said to him, seemingly a little more relaxed. He gave a sigh of relief.
"Right right, no worries, young lady, you are devoted to who you serve and that is quite admirable. I'm sure this mistress greatly needs..." He trailed off for a moment, slowly realizing what she had just said. "Wait a moment! Your mistress is Kristina, an Oracle?! Why, what a wonderful incidence our little run in has been! I've been searching all over for-"
Before Heinrich could finish his sentence, another young lady dressed as a maid had suddenly rushed forth, shouting to defend the maid he'd just bumped into, rapier drawn. Heinrich had taken a deliberate step back, arms raised, but the first maid seemed to quickly diffuse the situation, explaining it how it was. Heinrich gave a small chuckle as the second maid lectured the first maid about wandering off. She then turned to him and hotly said "Stay away from her."
At this, Heinrich gave a laugh. Once he had finished and collected himself, he sighed and said, "Once again, I of course meant no harm to your friend here, young lady. It was my absentmindedness that had allowed her to run into me so easily. Though, I'm afraid staying away might not be an option for us. For you see, I am Heinrich Henderson, pioneer in magic, and the first Powder Mage™ in the world. As I was attempting to say before, I have come to this city in search of the Oracle here. Only a few months before, I had received a vision. A vision that had instructed me to find the Oracle here, and join in a righteous crusade against the encroaching Darkness that sieges our beautiful world! For many hours after my arrival, I have wandered these streets in search of any clues, with no luck. But here, fate has come to ensure our meeting so that we may strive to defeat this evil."
Heinrich gave a small pose, fist clenched, eyes gazed upward. With a nervous cough and recomposing himself, he continued. "But I get ahead of myself. This has been an, understandably, important quest of mine, pardon if I get taken by the spirit of it all. I do love a good adventure. Regardless, I must humbly ask you two fine ladies, to take me to this Oracle, so that I may learn of our particular task at hand, and provide as much aid as this humble gentleman can muster." | Illium Vethelot
Age: 51
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Element: Fire
Appearance: Illium is an elder man dressed in his old military garment. A somewhat tattered dark green tunic over a chainmail hauberk. Both extend slightly past his waistline so that his belt can properly strap them down while holding up his brown trowsers. He gave up his metal helmet long ago, and instead wears his white hair tied up in a top knot to keep it from being grabbed by the grubby mail. His long spear is usually in his hand, though sometimes he does place it across his lap when sitting.
Personality: Illium is a cynical man, being apart of the military generally does that to you. He never held a high position within the army, but his experience in the field typically allowed him to get away with giving commands when they were in the furnace of war. This led to him keeping a quiet demeanor when separated from his company. Drinking brought out a different side of him. Always quick to laugh after a few sips of ale, this was the only time his reserved disposition changed.
Biography: He grew up in a small farm with parents that always spoke of how proud they were that he would one day take over their family farm. Being a dutiful son, and soon man, he took to his parent's dreams with unspoken ruefulness. He didn't desire to plant field of wheat and corn and hay. He wanted adventure! He wanted glory! Typical of a boy his age. Finally when he was a few years shy of 20, a large man dressed in the raiment of the nearby city came to collect him. They were recruiting for some sort of war. Illium was excited, and his parents devastated. They knew the life of a soldier. They knew that most never made it past the first few years. The young Vethelot had no idea the horrors that he would see throughout his career as a life long soldier. He had no possible idea that this would also be the last time he saw his parents. If he had, there would have been no doubt in his mind he would have resisted the officer at all cost. Nearly 30 years later, Illium was a grizzled soldier with years of experience under his belt. Forgoing the norm of a sword and shield after his first real battle, the green boy had picked up a fallen spear that had barely missed his head after being thrown into the mob. Fending the invaders away, he had managed to keep them at bay long enough for the reinforcements to come in and turn the tide. This was the very spear that he still used and kept sharp. The smell that permeated the air around it was rancid, and the very reason for that was simple. He never cleaned the shaft of it. The leaf shaped blade gleamed with polish, but the long wooden part beneath it was stained with red.
Evolution: Illium can begin using some of his blood magic to begin warping his fighting style. He begins first to discover that he can create any weapon out of his own blood, taking damage any time he reforms it. During this time, his right arm lays in tatters while the weapon is in existance. (Having used his own blood to forge it)
Next, he can begin to seep blood out from the pores on his chest and arms to create armor that is nearly as impenetrable as heavy steel armor.
Finally, he can begin putrefying the blood in his spear to then inflict insurmountable damage to the target of his weapon. Of course when he dissipates his weapon, a small amount of that putrefied blood hurts him as well.
There is no blood magic that doesn't come with some cost to it.
Misc: Most military men would have heard stories about "The Bloodied Spear". And most of those would be false campfire stories that might hold a small kernel of truth within them. The man wielding the mythical blade wasn't well known, but often times he wasn't mentioned. People in battle often claim to have seen "a bloody spear cleaving through the heads of soldiers" or possibly "A flaming spear soaring overhead dripping large tear drops of blood". At this point it was just a legend that had nothing to do with the real story. |
8,958 | 251 | 115 | 2,042 | 1,486 | Elise, Golden rogue
Elise pondered the question presented to her for a moment, before ultimately just blurting out her response. "Seems like an odd question. If the world's ending, and you're qualified to stop it, is there really any choice? If I'm going down one way or another, I prefer to go down with the knowledge that at least I tried to beat fate. Call it obligation if you need, but if you don't mind I'd like to get on with things. I intend no disrespect, but every second not spent fighting this 'darkness' is a second wasted, isn't it?"
With cautious eyes Elise observed the queensguard and the robot, but also the queen's face. It had been a fairly bold statement, and being shot here because the queen might be stuck up on manners and high-teas was not the first thing on Elise's mind of a good journey. | Name: 'Golden Rogue' Elise
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Element: Thunder
Appearance:
Personality:
Elise has a cold stare and a warm personality. She usually acts cheerful in and around towns, because she's usually a nice person. While her rogue-like appearance suggests a rather shady character, she is relatively sociable and usually helps people--for free! However, she has also demanded fees for helping, often enough. Despiter having a jovial attitude, she has a short temper and can occasionally be downright cruel.
Biography:
Elise has grown up in a small town, much to her liking, she bas always been good at using knives and when she reached the age of 15 she took some knives and skipped town. She loved the quiet atmosphere, but her curiosity got the better of her and she went to discover the outside world. She has since then done many odd jobs, but always refused dirtier works. With the money she made, Elise first got a weapon upgrade, replacing her knives with shortswords. Later she also purchased a set of armor. Because she isn't exactly rich, this armor had to be affordable, so she purchased leather armor. Even though she now uses swords in combat, she still carries her old knives. She is intent on one day returning them home.
Evolution:
-Burst Acceleration
Elise gains golden dragon feet. With these new muscles she can launch herself at a speed of 20 m/s*.
Any distance higher than 10 meter becomes slightly inaccurate, though.
-Wrath Claws
Elise hands turn into golden, dragonic claws, capable of strong, accurate strikes.
-Dragon's Pride
Elise grows fully operational wings, horns and a dragonic tail.
-Dragonic Endurance
Elise develops a scaly armor covering most of her body, and her face also turns more dragonic. At this point, she might as well be a dragon.
-Piercing Gaze
Elise's presence grows overwhelming, direct eye contact with her causes others to freeze in place. It is not absolute, but hinders movement a lot.
*This is 72 km/h or +/-44 mph.
Misc:
Elise is by all means a rogue-like fighter, but she insists on being called a 'Master of Blades'. |
8,959 | 251 | 116 | 1,445 | 9,365 | Heh. Ain't dat crab a smart one? Malkai smirked as he went inside with the rest of the heroes. This place certainly was fancy, par of course for a palace obviously. Wolf walked beside Malkai, his eyes darting around with caution. He never liked being inside man-made places. Felt unnatural to him. As for Malkai the idea of looting the place did cross his mind, but since everyone was watching him and he's already been ratted out, he was on his best behavior. Eventually they reached the throne room where the queen sat on a big chair. A fancy looking tart. Malkai leaned against his axe seeing that there wasn't anywhere for him to sit. The queen questioned their motives, and Malkai, much like Elise's, was fairly simple and obvious. "Trouble's a brewin' whether I do nuthin or not. An' I ain't gunna down like a git. If da world ez in as much danger as da Orcale says it ez, by dis darkness or wot have ye, den Ima go an crump it. If yer lookin' fer a more heroic or phi-lo-so-phic-cal reason, yer gunna be disappointed." | Name: Malkai Ironbelly
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Orc
Element: Earth
Appearance:
Personality: Might makes right, as Malkai always says. In all things moral and ethical the one who's truly good is whoever is left to tell their tales. Malkai has seen good men die and bad men profit, and in the end the world goes on without every caring. For the orc himself, he knows damn well that what he cares and what he believes in has very little baring about how the world works. Just because one does good does not mean they're rewarded, and just because one does evil does not mean they will be punished. To that end, good must be done for goodness's sake, and evil can be be a reward in of itself.
Having been raised in strife and conflicts Malkai has seen many friends die and killed many enemies of his own. While he would certainly do his best to protect his allies and kill his enemies, he holds no hard feelings for those who die in combat, nor does he blame his foes should they do the deed or wound him. That being said, there's a time and place for fighting. On the battlefield anything goes, but away from such places like a tavern or in bed, war should be nothing but dirty business done elsewhere. Malkai doesn't much appreciate working over time.
That being said Malkai does enjoy a scrap every now and again, either as a bar brawl or a big battle. He enjoys being the biggest presence on the battlefield, having many foes try and take him down as he stands defiant to their attacks, or for his allies to maneuver around the enemy and attack their flanks. Malkai derives a certain masochistic pleasure from being wounded, and enjoys nothing more than the feel of his blade sinking into foes. Despite his lumbering hulk outside the theater of war, in the midst of chaos and combat, Malkai is but a brush, a tool, in the hands of an artist who will paint this battle in blood.
Biography: Malkai has no country to call his home, as he was born in a band of mercenaries. His mother and father were two orcish warriors themselves, fighting across the mountains of Vriksha, the swamps of Bariura, or the tundras of Sama. Malkai was still a boy when he killed his first man, loading a crossbow for his father when an armored knight had arrived and nearly cut the young lad down. Had Malkai not had fallen and accidentally pull the trigger, his future would have ended right there. Since that day Malkai was given an axe and a shield, and would join his parents in battle wherever it took him.
By the time Malkai could be called a man himself, both his parents had perished. They died a warrior's death taking down a dragon for their commander, ultimately winning the battle they lost their lives too. With the money they would have been paid, Malkai purchased himself better equipment and went his own way. Having no loyalties to any lord the orcish warrior sold his blade to whoever needed it the most, be it some up-and-coming noble trying to make a name for himself, or a desperate village in need of protection against bandits. Sometimes Malkai would fight pro bono and simply kill anything that dared draw a weapon against him or whoever he protects.
Even now Malkai wanders the land looking for his next fight. He has made friends, he has made enemies, he seeks fortune, and he hungers for battle. Both Malkai and the day is still young, and even when night falls he shall simply rest until a new day dawns, and a bright future awaits.
Evolution:
Heavy Armor - Thick steel armor strong enough to ward off most weapons and arrows. It may not be magical, but it does the job.
Battle Axe - A large two-headed cleaver that can cut a horse in two, and if Malkai puts his strength into it, can even cut through armor and shields. Despite it's crude appearance it's a masterwork weapon made of steel.
Wolf Companion - A big friendly wolf that Malkai had picked up in his travels. Not only a friend but a deadly fighter himself, he knocks foes down so Malkai can finish them off. His name is Wolf.
Misc: A surprisingly decent chef. Malkai has much experience foraging around and making due with whatever scraps he can find, and thus can make a nice meal out of whatever he has on hand. Give him proper ingredients and he can make magic. |
8,960 | 251 | 117 | 1,689 | 287 | So this was the queen of Angi? Rochelle had expected her to be some sort of fire elemental, or at least more of a flame motif. But then again it's not like Rochelle had any idea how high fashion goes in the royal court. At least the queen looked queenly. Her two bodyguards seemed like annoying twats, but Rochelle guessed that if they weren't, they would be bad bodyguards.
The queen questioned everyone's motives, as if the threat of Darkness taking over the world wasn't a good enough reason to be all up in arms. Seemed a bit odd how nonchalant the queen herself was about it, if she's aware of its threat. "That evil threatens to destroy the world I live in. There are things here that I like, the most important of those things being myself. so if course I'll protect it. Honestly, what kind of a question is that? When you have a big god like Lucius warn you of a threat to the entire world, you'll have to be some epic level of stupid to just ignore it." | Name:Sert
Age:
111
Gender:
Neither
Race:
Machine
Element:
Earth
Personality: Sert doesn't care about other 'things'. These (people, other individuals) are just things like Sert is, except Sert deserves better than them. In order to serve Sert's own greed; Sert will manipulate these 'things'. (again really others but Sert doesn't think of them that way.) Everyone including Sert is a thing to Sert.
Sert doesn't understand emotions like joy, happiness, sorrow. The closest thing that could be connected to an emotion is when Sert can't do what Sert wants to do. Thus Sert feels like Sert is overheating and its uncomfortable. Sert will then get violent and try to remove the obstacle from Sert's path.
Sert also has secrets. Information that Sert doesn't want anyone to know. Find out Sert's secrets and thats one quick way to encounter Sert for the worst.
Biography: Sert was created many years ago by a man who worked in a lab inside a major city of Vriksha. Sert's parts for Sert's birth/construction originated from all over Vriksha and even outside the Kingdom. As Sert's 'master' wanted Sert to be a premium robot, something that could put other robots to shame. Many hours of painstaking work: calculations of how the parts would weld together or in some cases simply adhere to each other were carefully planned and executed.
Something went wrong in the final stage however and as Sert's master put the finishing touch on the robot, the lab room was enveloped in a cloud of thick black smoke.
Sert was awake. And yet the first thing Sert did was ask the master, "Why?"
The master smiled as he replied, "To serve me."
Sert:"Why?"
The master continued to explain.
Sert continued to question why.
Sert was unsatisfied with the master as Sert shoved the one who created Sert against the wall and left the Lab to learn things Sert's way.
Sert spent 10 years learning more about Vriksha in general. After that Sert spent 101 years serving the authority(ies) here in Vriksha. But Sert's patience of serving is wearing thin and Sert may just make a 'play for power' soon.
Evolution:
+A torso or 'chest piece of armor' that is way more durable than the one Sert has now.
+Wheels that can move out from the bottom of Sert's metal 'boots' and allow Sert to roll at high speeds.
+A jetpack like attachment on Sert's back that allows Sert to shoot off into the sky.
Misc:
Sert avoids singing or any form of music.
Finished 1:14pm January 16, 2017 Central Time Zone UTC-06:00 |
8,961 | 251 | 118 | 565 | 507 | The queen chuckled upon hearing everyone's answers to her question. "Of course... You must forgive me for asking such a... Stupid question... Whatever your reasons, Lucius chose all of you for a reason and I myself do not doubt our Lord of Light, unlike some..." "My queen... I believe in Lord Lucius as much as anyone else...
But these people look nothing like a group of heroes..." Michele said looking at Viranti specifically. "That's what many thought when the Six Heroes just started their journey, but now look at them... Legends to the very end..." The queen stood up from her seat.
"My friends... The Fire Stone you seek lies within a tomb beneath this very palace... The tomb was built to house the body of my long dead ancestor, Agni himself... No doubt his spirit will challenge your skills,
but I am sure you will overcome any challenge." The queen started to walk towards a doorway and beckoned for the group to follow her but a guard from outside ran into the room sweating and bearing a grave expression. "My queen, assassins... Right outside the palace, a large group of them!"
Right outside at front of the palace entrance, a large group of mysterious men stood ready to attack at any moment. At the head of them stood Falma and Grafl. "I'm not fond of siding with men like this, Grafl..." "Falma, we get the job done no matter... I don't like it as much as you do but think of it this way... If this oracle's group is really as tough as they sound, then we can just scavenge what's left of the battle... These men look like they have plenty of valuables on them..." "I swear Grafl... Your too optimistic sometimes..."
"Oh... Your another..." Loralei had to think for a second before speaking again. "Well... The more helping our group the better... Your very welcome to join. Lady Khristina is at the palace as we speak, come on." Loralei held Nephele's hand just to make her feel more comfortable and led her and Heinrich back to palace. Upon arriving they would see the mass of brutes and criminals about to attack. "Oh no...
We got trouble..." Loralei said as she brought her spear out.
So yeah... Sorry for the long delay. I hope you all are ready for our first bit of combat because it's here. PM me if you want to discuss the actions that your characters are going to take. | Name: Khristina
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Race: Kitsune
Element: Light
"I have learned many things on my journey, now I will put all I've learned to use. Lucius guide me."
Personality: Khristina is a free spirited, kind hearted, fox tailed traveler. Her love for knowledge and her innate curiosity is both a blessing and a curse as she is very knowledgeable, yet is prone to getting into matters that don't concern her. Despite her love for all knowledge on magic, Khristina is very cautious towards any at all dark magic, not because she hates or distrusts it, but because of dark magic's ability to do more harm than good in the wrong hands. She's always willing to chat, no matter the topic, just be prepared for a long talk as she is very talkative.
Biography: Khristina was born into magic nobility in the kingdom of La Veda. As she grew up, Khristina began to grow tired of her boring noble lifestyle. Learn this, learn that, well how about learning something she wanted to learn? When she turned 18, Khristina gathered her things and left behind her nobility to travel beyond the boundaries of La Veda. Her journey has taken her through the kingdoms of Vriksha, Agni, Sama, and even Bariura, where she learned the many types of magic that are taught in the kingdoms. Her knowledge grew to the point where she would attract the attention of the God of Light, Lucius. Calling for her aid against the threat of the Fallen Gods, Lucius named Khristina his Oracle, the person who would gather together others who Lucius has called, and guide them in their fight against the Fallen Gods. Khristina now holds her head up high, knowing that it wasn't a mistake to leave La Veda, as she now has a greater destiny ahead of her.
Evolution: As her power grows, Khristina begins to pulse with magic from all of the six elements. She also grows five additional tails, with each tail wearing a colored ring to represent each of the elements |
8,962 | 251 | 119 | 2,042 | 1,486 | Elise, Golden rogue
Elise was relieved to find out the queen wouldn't be angered by the groups (Rochelle's) less-than-polite response to her question. While she was relieved to find this, Elise also felt a bit guilty for not having a better response. She had just been getting up, when a guard rushed in from outside and relayed his message to the queen. "My queen, assassins... Right outside the palace, a large group of them!"
Perfect timing. Elise cursed in herself before turning to the queen. "It seems I'm proven wrong, already. I'm not sure if these lowlifes are forces of darkness, but I wouldn't consider this fight to be time wasted. I'll fight alongside your guards, if you'll have me." Turning to Malkai with a sly smirk, she continued. "Seems you get to make true on your words, orc. There's bad guys to be stomped out there."
Without paying too much mind if anyone followed or not, Elise turned and prepared to confront the mob. As if she had just remembered something crucial, she turned and looked Michele in the eye, leaning in close to the queensguard. "You're not wrong. I don't consider myself a hero, anyway, but I can fight, and that's just what I'll do." With a satisfied grin, Elise once more turned and walked back to where the guard had said the mob would be. With her hands on her weapons, ready to draw them at moment's notice, Elise mumbled one more thing.
"Looking forward to working with you all." | Name: 'Golden Rogue' Elise
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Element: Thunder
Appearance:
Personality:
Elise has a cold stare and a warm personality. She usually acts cheerful in and around towns, because she's usually a nice person. While her rogue-like appearance suggests a rather shady character, she is relatively sociable and usually helps people--for free! However, she has also demanded fees for helping, often enough. Despiter having a jovial attitude, she has a short temper and can occasionally be downright cruel.
Biography:
Elise has grown up in a small town, much to her liking, she bas always been good at using knives and when she reached the age of 15 she took some knives and skipped town. She loved the quiet atmosphere, but her curiosity got the better of her and she went to discover the outside world. She has since then done many odd jobs, but always refused dirtier works. With the money she made, Elise first got a weapon upgrade, replacing her knives with shortswords. Later she also purchased a set of armor. Because she isn't exactly rich, this armor had to be affordable, so she purchased leather armor. Even though she now uses swords in combat, she still carries her old knives. She is intent on one day returning them home.
Evolution:
-Burst Acceleration
Elise gains golden dragon feet. With these new muscles she can launch herself at a speed of 20 m/s*.
Any distance higher than 10 meter becomes slightly inaccurate, though.
-Wrath Claws
Elise hands turn into golden, dragonic claws, capable of strong, accurate strikes.
-Dragon's Pride
Elise grows fully operational wings, horns and a dragonic tail.
-Dragonic Endurance
Elise develops a scaly armor covering most of her body, and her face also turns more dragonic. At this point, she might as well be a dragon.
-Piercing Gaze
Elise's presence grows overwhelming, direct eye contact with her causes others to freeze in place. It is not absolute, but hinders movement a lot.
*This is 72 km/h or +/-44 mph.
Misc:
Elise is by all means a rogue-like fighter, but she insists on being called a 'Master of Blades'. |
8,963 | 251 | 120 | 1,445 | 9,365 | Hero's are picked fer wot dey do, not fer wot they look like. Malkai responded to the bodyguard's words. He tolerates many things, but he was quite tired of people assuming that just because he was an orc, he was a bad guy. Granted, he wasn't a nice man... But he wasn't a bad one either. As the queen explained where to go to next, a guard rushed in about assassins at their gates. This got a snort from Malkai. "I don't know 'ow you people do things in Angi, but if yer assassins are knockin' at yer door, in yer own castle, y'all got some crummy security." Cracking his neck, Malkai smiled towards Elise when she quipped about Malkai's words. "Time ta get ta work den."
Whistling for Wolf, Malkai went with Elise to confront the soldiers, regardless of what the others were going to do. Wouldn't be very heroic if they left the poor old queen and her retainers to fend for themselves. The hulking giant's stomping metal footsteps echoed throughout the halls as he reached outside and saw the mob of "assassins". No doubt there was more around here, considering that they somehow managed to get to the castle gates without any trouble. Once outside he looked down and chuckled.
"Not good... Deyz need two, maybe three times more if dey wanna fair foight. Dis'll be too easy." | Name: Malkai Ironbelly
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Orc
Element: Earth
Appearance:
Personality: Might makes right, as Malkai always says. In all things moral and ethical the one who's truly good is whoever is left to tell their tales. Malkai has seen good men die and bad men profit, and in the end the world goes on without every caring. For the orc himself, he knows damn well that what he cares and what he believes in has very little baring about how the world works. Just because one does good does not mean they're rewarded, and just because one does evil does not mean they will be punished. To that end, good must be done for goodness's sake, and evil can be be a reward in of itself.
Having been raised in strife and conflicts Malkai has seen many friends die and killed many enemies of his own. While he would certainly do his best to protect his allies and kill his enemies, he holds no hard feelings for those who die in combat, nor does he blame his foes should they do the deed or wound him. That being said, there's a time and place for fighting. On the battlefield anything goes, but away from such places like a tavern or in bed, war should be nothing but dirty business done elsewhere. Malkai doesn't much appreciate working over time.
That being said Malkai does enjoy a scrap every now and again, either as a bar brawl or a big battle. He enjoys being the biggest presence on the battlefield, having many foes try and take him down as he stands defiant to their attacks, or for his allies to maneuver around the enemy and attack their flanks. Malkai derives a certain masochistic pleasure from being wounded, and enjoys nothing more than the feel of his blade sinking into foes. Despite his lumbering hulk outside the theater of war, in the midst of chaos and combat, Malkai is but a brush, a tool, in the hands of an artist who will paint this battle in blood.
Biography: Malkai has no country to call his home, as he was born in a band of mercenaries. His mother and father were two orcish warriors themselves, fighting across the mountains of Vriksha, the swamps of Bariura, or the tundras of Sama. Malkai was still a boy when he killed his first man, loading a crossbow for his father when an armored knight had arrived and nearly cut the young lad down. Had Malkai not had fallen and accidentally pull the trigger, his future would have ended right there. Since that day Malkai was given an axe and a shield, and would join his parents in battle wherever it took him.
By the time Malkai could be called a man himself, both his parents had perished. They died a warrior's death taking down a dragon for their commander, ultimately winning the battle they lost their lives too. With the money they would have been paid, Malkai purchased himself better equipment and went his own way. Having no loyalties to any lord the orcish warrior sold his blade to whoever needed it the most, be it some up-and-coming noble trying to make a name for himself, or a desperate village in need of protection against bandits. Sometimes Malkai would fight pro bono and simply kill anything that dared draw a weapon against him or whoever he protects.
Even now Malkai wanders the land looking for his next fight. He has made friends, he has made enemies, he seeks fortune, and he hungers for battle. Both Malkai and the day is still young, and even when night falls he shall simply rest until a new day dawns, and a bright future awaits.
Evolution:
Heavy Armor - Thick steel armor strong enough to ward off most weapons and arrows. It may not be magical, but it does the job.
Battle Axe - A large two-headed cleaver that can cut a horse in two, and if Malkai puts his strength into it, can even cut through armor and shields. Despite it's crude appearance it's a masterwork weapon made of steel.
Wolf Companion - A big friendly wolf that Malkai had picked up in his travels. Not only a friend but a deadly fighter himself, he knocks foes down so Malkai can finish them off. His name is Wolf.
Misc: A surprisingly decent chef. Malkai has much experience foraging around and making due with whatever scraps he can find, and thus can make a nice meal out of whatever he has on hand. Give him proper ingredients and he can make magic. |
8,964 | 251 | 121 | 1,310 | 1,136 | Nephele
Nephele seemed to calm down consideratebly when Loralei slide their hand into hers. It sent a wave of warmth through her body. She shuts her eyes and breaths deeply before starting to walk off with the two of them. She wouldn't notice the mass of brutes as Loralei would suddenly stop. She would fall face first into the ground "Oww… What was that for?...." . She would look up at a brute and gulps deeply. She would rise to her feet quickly and prepare to engage. | Name:
Nephele
Age:
16
Gender:
Female
Race:
Human (Has dragon blood)
Element:
Light
Appearance:
Personality:
Nephele enjoys others company though she can be quite awkward. She is passionate with everything she does. Though she has never had any evolution happen to her before, thus she is scared what will happen. She is a pure and innocent soul... Thus easily corrupted by people.
Biography:
Nephele grew up within a family with no money. She would always love hearing the story of a prince which would rule his kingdom with kindness rather than with an iron fist. But this wasn't like the story, her family would reach the point where they had to put Nephele at an auction to make some money. Lucky for Nephele she was won by the lovely Lady Khristina and spends her time doing work around Khristina's house as one of her maids. Mainly cleaning and making sure Khristina was happy. Any spare time Nephele had would be spent learning her way around a rapier. The day would arise when Lucius called for people to aid him with a quest
Nephele has no idea what secrets lie within her blood. She just knows she shall be at Khristina's side for the entirety of this quest
Evolution:
Physical: When Nephele evolves her body starts to become more dragon-like. Starting with a tail and horns. Next would come her ears becoming pointy and sticking out to the sides rather than up. Wings would follow soon after. Her teeth would mold into fangs and her nails would become more like claws. Her eyes would change into that of a dragon. During all this scales would be starting to form at random points on her body.
Mental: After storing enough energy into her rapier, Nephele can stab it into the ground to form a barrier of protection against dark elements. This is also the only time where Nephele is not corruptible. This barrier would protect against anyone who had any feels of wanting to harm Nephele or anyone within the barrier. The barrier can only be held while energy is still within the rapier. |
8,965 | 251 | 122 | 1,491 | 516 | Viranti
Viranti wasn't as quick to dismiss the monarch's question as even she herself ultimately appeared to. The others' responses were just about what he'd expect, though they did leave him wondering about his own answer. It was true that he didn't feel a greater sense of duty in preserving the world(s). "Not going down without a fight" did hold more sway over him, and self preservation was pretty fair as far as motives went. However, none of that really came to mind when he agreed to join this "quest". In fact, he hardly questioned the validity of the Oracle's story all this time. Imprisoned all those years and then presented with a guiding voice however fleeting and then exposed to new worlds and wonders he couldn't explain, of course he would have went along with whatever the voice said, albeit for his own admittedly selfish reasons. Believing in the voice of Lucius would be another matter, one that felt a long ways off.
Arms still crossed, the dragon silently pondered these things, and how no one questioned him further. Apparently, his own reply was pretty much what everyone expected as well. He noticed Michele looking at him while expressing her doubts as to their, or rather his, qualification as a hero. He of course glared back, though he didn't do more than that. He rose from his seat, properly ready to get this leg of the journey over with when the guard burst in among them and relayed the news, one of the threats to the kingdom he presumed. One more delay, he thought, a small, excited smirk on his face. "Sounds like pitiful excuses for assassins to me," Viranti joked to himself as Malkai and Elise moved ahead to face the mob. "Today looks to be your lucky day, queen. Just make sure your people stay out of my way." he happily ordered, making sure to send a glance Michele's way before turning to run outside, sword in hand. | Don't mind me, just destroying evidence. XP |
8,966 | 251 | 123 | 1,689 | 287 | Rochelle smirked as the queen responded to everyone's motivations. While their answers weren't exactly noble or heroic, surely there was some value in honestly at least. When they were told where the treasure was Rochelle checked her equipment for the journey below, only to get interrupted by a guardsman. Apparently assassins are like thugs in the capital city of Angi, because they just strode up to the queen's castle and wants a piece of her. Rochelle may have been a bandit out in the wastelands, but even she had a bit more tack and subtly than that. What did they expect the queen and her guards to do, cower and flee?
The fact that Rochelle really wasn't sure is why she didn't immediately go with the other heroes to face the assassins. Instead she turned towards the queen and her bodyguard. "I may be from these lands, but that don't mean I feel particularly attached to you or the land. If living in Angi taught me anything, it was that there's a fire in everyone, and the only ones who can let their fire burn are the ones who can snuff out others. So... I gotta ask: Are you going to fight, or will you let your light go out?" Rochelle looked directly at the queen. Rochelle never much liked those who sat on their laurels. If she was the Queen of Angi, the land of fire, than Rochelle expected her to be able to act and fight like a Queen of Fire. | Name:Sert
Age:
111
Gender:
Neither
Race:
Machine
Element:
Earth
Personality: Sert doesn't care about other 'things'. These (people, other individuals) are just things like Sert is, except Sert deserves better than them. In order to serve Sert's own greed; Sert will manipulate these 'things'. (again really others but Sert doesn't think of them that way.) Everyone including Sert is a thing to Sert.
Sert doesn't understand emotions like joy, happiness, sorrow. The closest thing that could be connected to an emotion is when Sert can't do what Sert wants to do. Thus Sert feels like Sert is overheating and its uncomfortable. Sert will then get violent and try to remove the obstacle from Sert's path.
Sert also has secrets. Information that Sert doesn't want anyone to know. Find out Sert's secrets and thats one quick way to encounter Sert for the worst.
Biography: Sert was created many years ago by a man who worked in a lab inside a major city of Vriksha. Sert's parts for Sert's birth/construction originated from all over Vriksha and even outside the Kingdom. As Sert's 'master' wanted Sert to be a premium robot, something that could put other robots to shame. Many hours of painstaking work: calculations of how the parts would weld together or in some cases simply adhere to each other were carefully planned and executed.
Something went wrong in the final stage however and as Sert's master put the finishing touch on the robot, the lab room was enveloped in a cloud of thick black smoke.
Sert was awake. And yet the first thing Sert did was ask the master, "Why?"
The master smiled as he replied, "To serve me."
Sert:"Why?"
The master continued to explain.
Sert continued to question why.
Sert was unsatisfied with the master as Sert shoved the one who created Sert against the wall and left the Lab to learn things Sert's way.
Sert spent 10 years learning more about Vriksha in general. After that Sert spent 101 years serving the authority(ies) here in Vriksha. But Sert's patience of serving is wearing thin and Sert may just make a 'play for power' soon.
Evolution:
+A torso or 'chest piece of armor' that is way more durable than the one Sert has now.
+Wheels that can move out from the bottom of Sert's metal 'boots' and allow Sert to roll at high speeds.
+A jetpack like attachment on Sert's back that allows Sert to shoot off into the sky.
Misc:
Sert avoids singing or any form of music.
Finished 1:14pm January 16, 2017 Central Time Zone UTC-06:00 |
8,967 | 251 | 124 | 2,208 | 1,061 | Delightful! I look forward to meeting the other great adventures! Heinrich said in response, following the pair as they made their way to the palace.
However, upon arrival, a large gang of sorts was standing in the entrance, collapsed guards and such scattered the area, evidence of their apparent break in. It seemed to be your typical rough crowd of cackling mercenaries and such, so with a sigh, Heinrich reached into his pocket. From it, he pulled a small wooden box, no bigger than a lighter, and with a slight shuffle, it moved under his mask and seemingly consumed it's contents. His single orange eye gleamed as he felt the gunpowder rush through his veins, sounds becoming more crisp, his vision becoming so clear, while feeling his muscles tighten and strengthen. "Right right, now that is settled, I say we convince this mob of ruffians that today was a bad day to go about smashing up the palace of the esteem land of Fire!"
Stepping forward, now with renewed vision, he once again surveyed the crowd of enemies, letting his senses find their most destructive target. Eye closed, he weaved his sense through the crowd, before smiling under his mask upon finding what he was looking for. A man had who had the largest amount of gunpowder... yes, probably wielding a rifle of sorts. Heinrich opened his eyes, preparing to detonate the mans store of gunpowde- "But a moment! By the gods above is that you Falma? I say! Query! Query I say, is that you Falma and Grafl? Why, it was only this morning since the last I saw of you two!" As if totally ignoring the situation, Heinrich approached the two. "Good to see the both of you. If it wasn't for your ride, I would have never found the Oracle in good time! Actually, speaking of that, I say what are the two of you doing here of all places, among this mob?" | Illium Vethelot
Age: 51
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Element: Fire
Appearance: Illium is an elder man dressed in his old military garment. A somewhat tattered dark green tunic over a chainmail hauberk. Both extend slightly past his waistline so that his belt can properly strap them down while holding up his brown trowsers. He gave up his metal helmet long ago, and instead wears his white hair tied up in a top knot to keep it from being grabbed by the grubby mail. His long spear is usually in his hand, though sometimes he does place it across his lap when sitting.
Personality: Illium is a cynical man, being apart of the military generally does that to you. He never held a high position within the army, but his experience in the field typically allowed him to get away with giving commands when they were in the furnace of war. This led to him keeping a quiet demeanor when separated from his company. Drinking brought out a different side of him. Always quick to laugh after a few sips of ale, this was the only time his reserved disposition changed.
Biography: He grew up in a small farm with parents that always spoke of how proud they were that he would one day take over their family farm. Being a dutiful son, and soon man, he took to his parent's dreams with unspoken ruefulness. He didn't desire to plant field of wheat and corn and hay. He wanted adventure! He wanted glory! Typical of a boy his age. Finally when he was a few years shy of 20, a large man dressed in the raiment of the nearby city came to collect him. They were recruiting for some sort of war. Illium was excited, and his parents devastated. They knew the life of a soldier. They knew that most never made it past the first few years. The young Vethelot had no idea the horrors that he would see throughout his career as a life long soldier. He had no possible idea that this would also be the last time he saw his parents. If he had, there would have been no doubt in his mind he would have resisted the officer at all cost. Nearly 30 years later, Illium was a grizzled soldier with years of experience under his belt. Forgoing the norm of a sword and shield after his first real battle, the green boy had picked up a fallen spear that had barely missed his head after being thrown into the mob. Fending the invaders away, he had managed to keep them at bay long enough for the reinforcements to come in and turn the tide. This was the very spear that he still used and kept sharp. The smell that permeated the air around it was rancid, and the very reason for that was simple. He never cleaned the shaft of it. The leaf shaped blade gleamed with polish, but the long wooden part beneath it was stained with red.
Evolution: Illium can begin using some of his blood magic to begin warping his fighting style. He begins first to discover that he can create any weapon out of his own blood, taking damage any time he reforms it. During this time, his right arm lays in tatters while the weapon is in existance. (Having used his own blood to forge it)
Next, he can begin to seep blood out from the pores on his chest and arms to create armor that is nearly as impenetrable as heavy steel armor.
Finally, he can begin putrefying the blood in his spear to then inflict insurmountable damage to the target of his weapon. Of course when he dissipates his weapon, a small amount of that putrefied blood hurts him as well.
There is no blood magic that doesn't come with some cost to it.
Misc: Most military men would have heard stories about "The Bloodied Spear". And most of those would be false campfire stories that might hold a small kernel of truth within them. The man wielding the mythical blade wasn't well known, but often times he wasn't mentioned. People in battle often claim to have seen "a bloody spear cleaving through the heads of soldiers" or possibly "A flaming spear soaring overhead dripping large tear drops of blood". At this point it was just a legend that had nothing to do with the real story. |
8,968 | 251 | 125 | 565 | 507 | The queen looked confused. "Soldier... Did you even catch sight of these assassins?" "They are a large group my queen, they axes and swords and..." The queen cut the soldier off there. "That makes no sense... Assassins wouldn't attack in such a group like this, this group is too brutish, too straightforward..." The queen stopped when Rochelle spoke to her, she hung her head low when Rochelle pretty much summed her up as a coward. "Well... Your right... I always sat back and let my guards handle things... But when there is a legitimate threat to the city... Then I must act!"
"Soldier! When this is all said and done, I want to know how this group of brigands got into my city." The queen stated as she pulled out a blade that was as black as obsidian. "Of course, my queen!" The soldier ran off to gather more guards as the queen walked beside Rochelle. "I have the blood of a great hero flowing through my veins... I'm not about to let it go to waste." She said with a confident smile as she headed outside.
Michele glared at Viranti as she called for GX to follow her. "I'm not about to get shown up by a lizard, c'mon Crabby!" The two charged outside and GX started to open fire on the brigands, who immediately retaliated all at once. Three bandits tried to take on Malkai, swinging their axes in an attempt to break his armor and one with a spear charged at Elise in an attempt to run her down. A rather sneaky bandit had maneuvered around Viranti and had slashed at his back to try and bring down the large dragon warrior. "I'm gonna make a nice pair of boots out of you, lizard!"
In the back line of the group, Khristina was chanting a spell that soon took shape. An aura enveloped her allies, giving them the strength they needed to survive this encounter. "Everyone be careful! Whoever these goons are they're not after the queen!"
As the battle started, the brigand that Nephele had attracted pulled his axe back and was about to swing it down on her. The loud battle cry of the brute soon turned into a death moan as Loralei's lance was plowed into the man's chest. "I got you, Nephele! Let's do this together, as always!" She said helping her fellow maid up from the ground.
Grafl groaned as he noticed Heinrich in the midst of all this chaos. "You have got to be kidding me! You know what, never mind. We have a job to do and I'm sorry but... You get in our way then your as much of an enemy as that Oracle chick." He said aiming his gun at Heinrich, the barrel of the gun sparked with electricity as it could fire a shot at any moment. | Name: Khristina
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Race: Kitsune
Element: Light
"I have learned many things on my journey, now I will put all I've learned to use. Lucius guide me."
Personality: Khristina is a free spirited, kind hearted, fox tailed traveler. Her love for knowledge and her innate curiosity is both a blessing and a curse as she is very knowledgeable, yet is prone to getting into matters that don't concern her. Despite her love for all knowledge on magic, Khristina is very cautious towards any at all dark magic, not because she hates or distrusts it, but because of dark magic's ability to do more harm than good in the wrong hands. She's always willing to chat, no matter the topic, just be prepared for a long talk as she is very talkative.
Biography: Khristina was born into magic nobility in the kingdom of La Veda. As she grew up, Khristina began to grow tired of her boring noble lifestyle. Learn this, learn that, well how about learning something she wanted to learn? When she turned 18, Khristina gathered her things and left behind her nobility to travel beyond the boundaries of La Veda. Her journey has taken her through the kingdoms of Vriksha, Agni, Sama, and even Bariura, where she learned the many types of magic that are taught in the kingdoms. Her knowledge grew to the point where she would attract the attention of the God of Light, Lucius. Calling for her aid against the threat of the Fallen Gods, Lucius named Khristina his Oracle, the person who would gather together others who Lucius has called, and guide them in their fight against the Fallen Gods. Khristina now holds her head up high, knowing that it wasn't a mistake to leave La Veda, as she now has a greater destiny ahead of her.
Evolution: As her power grows, Khristina begins to pulse with magic from all of the six elements. She also grows five additional tails, with each tail wearing a colored ring to represent each of the elements |
8,969 | 251 | 126 | 2,208 | 1,061 | With a sigh, Heinrich shrugged as chaos ensued around him. "Very well, then I will not hold myself back. Though actually, I'll at least try to simply pacify you. Terribly sorry to get in the way, but as you say... I have a job to do."
Lazily holding out his hand, it suddenly appeared to be glowing a bright white light, with an odd dark center, almost like a tiny eclipsed sun. The neighboring mercs might have noticed their gunpowder sacks/horns somewhat lighter than before. Heinrich lowered his arm, and began walking toward Grafl, glowing hand clenched in a fist. "Oh my, dear chap, sorry to say that won't work at all. But worry not..." Closing in now, he raised his arm and through the punch, very sudden and quick, a blur of dark light streaking toward poor Grafl now.
"I always return what I've borrowed, I am a gentleman, after all" He said, punch aimed for Grafl's head flying at inhuman speeds. | Illium Vethelot
Age: 51
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Element: Fire
Appearance: Illium is an elder man dressed in his old military garment. A somewhat tattered dark green tunic over a chainmail hauberk. Both extend slightly past his waistline so that his belt can properly strap them down while holding up his brown trowsers. He gave up his metal helmet long ago, and instead wears his white hair tied up in a top knot to keep it from being grabbed by the grubby mail. His long spear is usually in his hand, though sometimes he does place it across his lap when sitting.
Personality: Illium is a cynical man, being apart of the military generally does that to you. He never held a high position within the army, but his experience in the field typically allowed him to get away with giving commands when they were in the furnace of war. This led to him keeping a quiet demeanor when separated from his company. Drinking brought out a different side of him. Always quick to laugh after a few sips of ale, this was the only time his reserved disposition changed.
Biography: He grew up in a small farm with parents that always spoke of how proud they were that he would one day take over their family farm. Being a dutiful son, and soon man, he took to his parent's dreams with unspoken ruefulness. He didn't desire to plant field of wheat and corn and hay. He wanted adventure! He wanted glory! Typical of a boy his age. Finally when he was a few years shy of 20, a large man dressed in the raiment of the nearby city came to collect him. They were recruiting for some sort of war. Illium was excited, and his parents devastated. They knew the life of a soldier. They knew that most never made it past the first few years. The young Vethelot had no idea the horrors that he would see throughout his career as a life long soldier. He had no possible idea that this would also be the last time he saw his parents. If he had, there would have been no doubt in his mind he would have resisted the officer at all cost. Nearly 30 years later, Illium was a grizzled soldier with years of experience under his belt. Forgoing the norm of a sword and shield after his first real battle, the green boy had picked up a fallen spear that had barely missed his head after being thrown into the mob. Fending the invaders away, he had managed to keep them at bay long enough for the reinforcements to come in and turn the tide. This was the very spear that he still used and kept sharp. The smell that permeated the air around it was rancid, and the very reason for that was simple. He never cleaned the shaft of it. The leaf shaped blade gleamed with polish, but the long wooden part beneath it was stained with red.
Evolution: Illium can begin using some of his blood magic to begin warping his fighting style. He begins first to discover that he can create any weapon out of his own blood, taking damage any time he reforms it. During this time, his right arm lays in tatters while the weapon is in existance. (Having used his own blood to forge it)
Next, he can begin to seep blood out from the pores on his chest and arms to create armor that is nearly as impenetrable as heavy steel armor.
Finally, he can begin putrefying the blood in his spear to then inflict insurmountable damage to the target of his weapon. Of course when he dissipates his weapon, a small amount of that putrefied blood hurts him as well.
There is no blood magic that doesn't come with some cost to it.
Misc: Most military men would have heard stories about "The Bloodied Spear". And most of those would be false campfire stories that might hold a small kernel of truth within them. The man wielding the mythical blade wasn't well known, but often times he wasn't mentioned. People in battle often claim to have seen "a bloody spear cleaving through the heads of soldiers" or possibly "A flaming spear soaring overhead dripping large tear drops of blood". At this point it was just a legend that had nothing to do with the real story. |
8,970 | 251 | 127 | 1,491 | 516 | Viranti
Excited with the anticipation of battle, Viranti stormed outside, luckily not hitting anything with his unsheathed sword on his way out. He could hear the loud mechanical inner workings of GX behind him, meaning that Crabby and likely Michele weren't too far behind, a thought that only quickened his pace even more. As the bright glare of the sun dissipated, he caught sight of the gaggle of aggressors, or at least some group of armed individuals with unfamiliar armor that looked an awful lot like people he wouldn't necessarily be jailed for attacking. And in the state he was in now, that was good enough for him. Viranti rushed forward to arc his sword across a couple of mooks to drive them back, just as the purple war machine fired upon some other assassins.
A rather sneaky bandit had maneuvered around Viranti and had slashed at his back to try and bring down the large dragon warrior. "I'm gonna make a nice pair of boots out of you, lizard!"Leaving a large, nearly claw-like gash across their armors, the dragon's legs tensed up for a follow up attack to finished them off before taking notice of a speedy bandit that had maneuvered behind him. "(Livid Growl) That right!?" The blade came inches away from Viranti's back before a leathery tail brushed his arm to their right. As the bandit reeled to the side, the dragon's left leg, along with his entire body, came around to rest on or near his attacker's head. His foot's claws effectively gripping the head, his leg pulled upward before cruelly stomping and smashing the bandit head-first into the ground (or maybe the courtyard path), dust and heated air pushed away. "Not from where I stand..." he retorted in a low growl before a magical aura enveloped him. "What is this?" he muttered, confused at his new state, but feeling invigorated by it.
"Everyone be careful! Whoever these goons are they're not after the queen!"
He was even more perplexed by this, though kept his attention at the attackers. What could they possibly be after if not the queen? he wondered, though ultimately thinking it unnecessary. Heh, They will all be ashes soon enough anyway | Don't mind me, just destroying evidence. XP |
8,971 | 251 | 128 | 2,042 | 1,486 | Elise, Golden rogue
As the spear-wielder charged Elise, she merely scoffed at him, sidestepping the linear attack. As she did, she turned and grabbed hold of the spear's end with one hand. The other hand brought down her blade on the shaft of the spear, aiming to split it in two. With what force was leftover from the previous motion, Elise continued her move into a spin and a step away from the spear-wielder. Deciding to not play with the man any longer, Elise hurled the speartip back at the man and followed with a series of short thrusts.
When Khristina yelled something about the brigands not being here for the queen, this was... Worrying, at least. After all, there were only so many people other than the queen worth sending assassins after. This mission had just turned from 'Repel Invaders' to 'Rout the Enemy'. "Not good." She mumbled, looking for the others as well as a way to get everyone back inside. It was then, that she noticed the trio at the back of the battlefield. That was going to be tough, though perhaps it could prove advantageous. 'For now' She decided, 'I should focus on the enemies nearby.' She drew her second blade, a rapier, and dashed over to the nearest enemy she could find --plenty of them around-- and proceeded to assault him with a mix of stabs and slashes. | Name: 'Golden Rogue' Elise
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Element: Thunder
Appearance:
Personality:
Elise has a cold stare and a warm personality. She usually acts cheerful in and around towns, because she's usually a nice person. While her rogue-like appearance suggests a rather shady character, she is relatively sociable and usually helps people--for free! However, she has also demanded fees for helping, often enough. Despiter having a jovial attitude, she has a short temper and can occasionally be downright cruel.
Biography:
Elise has grown up in a small town, much to her liking, she bas always been good at using knives and when she reached the age of 15 she took some knives and skipped town. She loved the quiet atmosphere, but her curiosity got the better of her and she went to discover the outside world. She has since then done many odd jobs, but always refused dirtier works. With the money she made, Elise first got a weapon upgrade, replacing her knives with shortswords. Later she also purchased a set of armor. Because she isn't exactly rich, this armor had to be affordable, so she purchased leather armor. Even though she now uses swords in combat, she still carries her old knives. She is intent on one day returning them home.
Evolution:
-Burst Acceleration
Elise gains golden dragon feet. With these new muscles she can launch herself at a speed of 20 m/s*.
Any distance higher than 10 meter becomes slightly inaccurate, though.
-Wrath Claws
Elise hands turn into golden, dragonic claws, capable of strong, accurate strikes.
-Dragon's Pride
Elise grows fully operational wings, horns and a dragonic tail.
-Dragonic Endurance
Elise develops a scaly armor covering most of her body, and her face also turns more dragonic. At this point, she might as well be a dragon.
-Piercing Gaze
Elise's presence grows overwhelming, direct eye contact with her causes others to freeze in place. It is not absolute, but hinders movement a lot.
*This is 72 km/h or +/-44 mph.
Misc:
Elise is by all means a rogue-like fighter, but she insists on being called a 'Master of Blades'. |
8,972 | 251 | 129 | 1,310 | 1,136 | Nephele
Nephele took Loralei's hand and slowly begins to smile. She nods her eyes locking onto the enemies as she drew her rapier "Let's do this Loralei. Like we do with most other things" Her sleepy eyes suddenly igniting at the sight of a fight and a chance to redeem herself from slowing the party down.
She raises her rapier to the sky and tries to reflect light from the sun into some of the brute's eyes. "Now is your time. Loralei, take them out."
, | Name:
Nephele
Age:
16
Gender:
Female
Race:
Human (Has dragon blood)
Element:
Light
Appearance:
Personality:
Nephele enjoys others company though she can be quite awkward. She is passionate with everything she does. Though she has never had any evolution happen to her before, thus she is scared what will happen. She is a pure and innocent soul... Thus easily corrupted by people.
Biography:
Nephele grew up within a family with no money. She would always love hearing the story of a prince which would rule his kingdom with kindness rather than with an iron fist. But this wasn't like the story, her family would reach the point where they had to put Nephele at an auction to make some money. Lucky for Nephele she was won by the lovely Lady Khristina and spends her time doing work around Khristina's house as one of her maids. Mainly cleaning and making sure Khristina was happy. Any spare time Nephele had would be spent learning her way around a rapier. The day would arise when Lucius called for people to aid him with a quest
Nephele has no idea what secrets lie within her blood. She just knows she shall be at Khristina's side for the entirety of this quest
Evolution:
Physical: When Nephele evolves her body starts to become more dragon-like. Starting with a tail and horns. Next would come her ears becoming pointy and sticking out to the sides rather than up. Wings would follow soon after. Her teeth would mold into fangs and her nails would become more like claws. Her eyes would change into that of a dragon. During all this scales would be starting to form at random points on her body.
Mental: After storing enough energy into her rapier, Nephele can stab it into the ground to form a barrier of protection against dark elements. This is also the only time where Nephele is not corruptible. This barrier would protect against anyone who had any feels of wanting to harm Nephele or anyone within the barrier. The barrier can only be held while energy is still within the rapier. |
8,973 | 251 | 130 | 565 | 507 | As the four heroes battled it out near the entrance to the palace, the queen made her presence known when a large blackflame erupted under a group of bandits, scorching them to ash. The queen pulled her sword from the ground and approached the heroes. "These brigands have to have a leader amongst them, if we defeat them the whole lot of them will surrender. Michele, I want GX to do a full scan over the field, find out who's giving orders to these brutes!" "Yes ma'am. Crabby, you heard her!"
At Michele's order, GX started to scan the battlefield in search of the brigand leader, all the while more of the brutes started to charge at the heroes.
The bandits shielded there eyes from the light that Nephele reflected from her rapier, leaving them vulnerable to Loralei as she jumped from glyph to glyph, slaying a brigand with each jump. A smarter bandit snuck up from behind Nephele and knocked her to the ground. He brought a knife to her throat, "It's a shame to have to kill such a delicate flower, well... As long as Cardes pays up I'm happy..." The bandit said with a sadistic grin. "Nephele!" Loralei tried to rush to her friend's aid but a wall of bandits stood between her and Nephele. If Nephele didn't do something now she's as good as dead.
In a bright flash of light, Heinrich's punch was blocked by two electrified daggers and was kicked away. The daggers belonged to Falma and he stood beside Grafl giving him a stern look. "Do I have to bail you out of everything?" "Ah come on, I'm not about to use my powers on an acquaintance of ours..." "In case you hadn't noticed... Our acquaintance is helping the enemy... Now stop messing around and use your lightning gun for gods sakes!" Grafl let out an annoyed groan and pointed his gun at Heinrich. Without gunpowder or any bullet or projectile to allow the gun to work, it fired off a bolt of lightning at Heinrich, if he didn't think quick he was gonna get fried by these two lightning wielding mercs. | Name: Khristina
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Race: Kitsune
Element: Light
"I have learned many things on my journey, now I will put all I've learned to use. Lucius guide me."
Personality: Khristina is a free spirited, kind hearted, fox tailed traveler. Her love for knowledge and her innate curiosity is both a blessing and a curse as she is very knowledgeable, yet is prone to getting into matters that don't concern her. Despite her love for all knowledge on magic, Khristina is very cautious towards any at all dark magic, not because she hates or distrusts it, but because of dark magic's ability to do more harm than good in the wrong hands. She's always willing to chat, no matter the topic, just be prepared for a long talk as she is very talkative.
Biography: Khristina was born into magic nobility in the kingdom of La Veda. As she grew up, Khristina began to grow tired of her boring noble lifestyle. Learn this, learn that, well how about learning something she wanted to learn? When she turned 18, Khristina gathered her things and left behind her nobility to travel beyond the boundaries of La Veda. Her journey has taken her through the kingdoms of Vriksha, Agni, Sama, and even Bariura, where she learned the many types of magic that are taught in the kingdoms. Her knowledge grew to the point where she would attract the attention of the God of Light, Lucius. Calling for her aid against the threat of the Fallen Gods, Lucius named Khristina his Oracle, the person who would gather together others who Lucius has called, and guide them in their fight against the Fallen Gods. Khristina now holds her head up high, knowing that it wasn't a mistake to leave La Veda, as she now has a greater destiny ahead of her.
Evolution: As her power grows, Khristina begins to pulse with magic from all of the six elements. She also grows five additional tails, with each tail wearing a colored ring to represent each of the elements |
8,974 | 251 | 131 | 2,208 | 1,061 | Heinrich quickly spun around his right, attempting to rotate past the lightning that was fired at him. Upon completing the fancy foot work, he pointed at Falma, gloved hand still radiating the black flame of energy. "Excuse you, good sir! I was trying to have a lovely sporting duel with your compatriot over our differences! That was very rude of you to interject so unjustly! Yes, we are both after conflicting goals, but that is no excuse for poor etiquette in a jolly good clash of wit and brawn! Your friend here posses a unique weapon well suited for combat against my Power Mage techniques! We are quite matched and it will come down to skill, if any! Either step aside ruffian, or I shall smite you rightly!" Heinrich said, now taking an indignant pose, totally ignoring the unfolding battle around him, masked nose upturned. | Illium Vethelot
Age: 51
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Element: Fire
Appearance: Illium is an elder man dressed in his old military garment. A somewhat tattered dark green tunic over a chainmail hauberk. Both extend slightly past his waistline so that his belt can properly strap them down while holding up his brown trowsers. He gave up his metal helmet long ago, and instead wears his white hair tied up in a top knot to keep it from being grabbed by the grubby mail. His long spear is usually in his hand, though sometimes he does place it across his lap when sitting.
Personality: Illium is a cynical man, being apart of the military generally does that to you. He never held a high position within the army, but his experience in the field typically allowed him to get away with giving commands when they were in the furnace of war. This led to him keeping a quiet demeanor when separated from his company. Drinking brought out a different side of him. Always quick to laugh after a few sips of ale, this was the only time his reserved disposition changed.
Biography: He grew up in a small farm with parents that always spoke of how proud they were that he would one day take over their family farm. Being a dutiful son, and soon man, he took to his parent's dreams with unspoken ruefulness. He didn't desire to plant field of wheat and corn and hay. He wanted adventure! He wanted glory! Typical of a boy his age. Finally when he was a few years shy of 20, a large man dressed in the raiment of the nearby city came to collect him. They were recruiting for some sort of war. Illium was excited, and his parents devastated. They knew the life of a soldier. They knew that most never made it past the first few years. The young Vethelot had no idea the horrors that he would see throughout his career as a life long soldier. He had no possible idea that this would also be the last time he saw his parents. If he had, there would have been no doubt in his mind he would have resisted the officer at all cost. Nearly 30 years later, Illium was a grizzled soldier with years of experience under his belt. Forgoing the norm of a sword and shield after his first real battle, the green boy had picked up a fallen spear that had barely missed his head after being thrown into the mob. Fending the invaders away, he had managed to keep them at bay long enough for the reinforcements to come in and turn the tide. This was the very spear that he still used and kept sharp. The smell that permeated the air around it was rancid, and the very reason for that was simple. He never cleaned the shaft of it. The leaf shaped blade gleamed with polish, but the long wooden part beneath it was stained with red.
Evolution: Illium can begin using some of his blood magic to begin warping his fighting style. He begins first to discover that he can create any weapon out of his own blood, taking damage any time he reforms it. During this time, his right arm lays in tatters while the weapon is in existance. (Having used his own blood to forge it)
Next, he can begin to seep blood out from the pores on his chest and arms to create armor that is nearly as impenetrable as heavy steel armor.
Finally, he can begin putrefying the blood in his spear to then inflict insurmountable damage to the target of his weapon. Of course when he dissipates his weapon, a small amount of that putrefied blood hurts him as well.
There is no blood magic that doesn't come with some cost to it.
Misc: Most military men would have heard stories about "The Bloodied Spear". And most of those would be false campfire stories that might hold a small kernel of truth within them. The man wielding the mythical blade wasn't well known, but often times he wasn't mentioned. People in battle often claim to have seen "a bloody spear cleaving through the heads of soldiers" or possibly "A flaming spear soaring overhead dripping large tear drops of blood". At this point it was just a legend that had nothing to do with the real story. |
8,975 | 251 | 132 | 1,491 | 516 | Viranti
The dragon had hastily charged into a group, working up enough speed and momentum to pounce onto an unprepared bandit, his arms forcing a slide across the cobbled pathway for a few feet before the beastman practically somersaulted and used the remaining force to hurl the unlucky man in an overhead throw that saw him fly through the air and crash into two other bandits. "Of what use are tactics against these weaklings?!" Viranti conjectured, emboldened by the inexplicable buff he had received, thinking he'd try his hand at disarming an armored assailant but finding the results to be a step beyond what he had intended, not that he wasn't complaining, though the bandit certainly was. It sounded to him that the "mechwarrior" would be carrying out something in order to find the leader among the attacking force, meaning that it should probably be protected until then, a chore he'd be inclined to think as too much of a hassle if he wasn't having fun here. To GX's distant flank further down the courtyard were a line of rifleman poised to fire, unfamiliar weaponry, but it wasn't like he'd let that stop him from advancing on them, his cocky smile faltering as their barrels erupted in flash and munitions, Viranti diving behind a decorative hedge, but not before getting hit in the left calf and right forearm. There was a lesson to be learned here, but instead Viranti dashed as far as he could and unleashed a ferocious wave of flames that reached and ultimately roasted the entire line of marksman as well as two thirds of the gunners that were setting up behind them. A group of four bandits had diverged to keep the dragonute at bay until that final third could pick him off from afar. As a side note, there's a chance Viranti might have burned down some trees and such in the blast. | Don't mind me, just destroying evidence. XP |
8,976 | 251 | 133 | 1,310 | 1,136 | Nephele
Nephele was ready to blind some more enemies when suddenly she was knocked to the ground and had a knife to her throat. Things were looking grime and her eyes would slowly close and her body glows brightly. The foe suddenly being sent flying by some kind of thing that felt like a thick arm.
Slowly the light would disperse and Nephele would lie on the ground. She was suddenly shocked by the tail she now had. "IM CURSED! IM CURSED! IM CURSED!" she begins to panic. When suddenly she realizes her head felt different… She reached up and felt little bumps… They were hard. She would soon realize these were horns.
"SOMEONE HELP ME!" She seemed slightly light headed... | Name:
Nephele
Age:
16
Gender:
Female
Race:
Human (Has dragon blood)
Element:
Light
Appearance:
Personality:
Nephele enjoys others company though she can be quite awkward. She is passionate with everything she does. Though she has never had any evolution happen to her before, thus she is scared what will happen. She is a pure and innocent soul... Thus easily corrupted by people.
Biography:
Nephele grew up within a family with no money. She would always love hearing the story of a prince which would rule his kingdom with kindness rather than with an iron fist. But this wasn't like the story, her family would reach the point where they had to put Nephele at an auction to make some money. Lucky for Nephele she was won by the lovely Lady Khristina and spends her time doing work around Khristina's house as one of her maids. Mainly cleaning and making sure Khristina was happy. Any spare time Nephele had would be spent learning her way around a rapier. The day would arise when Lucius called for people to aid him with a quest
Nephele has no idea what secrets lie within her blood. She just knows she shall be at Khristina's side for the entirety of this quest
Evolution:
Physical: When Nephele evolves her body starts to become more dragon-like. Starting with a tail and horns. Next would come her ears becoming pointy and sticking out to the sides rather than up. Wings would follow soon after. Her teeth would mold into fangs and her nails would become more like claws. Her eyes would change into that of a dragon. During all this scales would be starting to form at random points on her body.
Mental: After storing enough energy into her rapier, Nephele can stab it into the ground to form a barrier of protection against dark elements. This is also the only time where Nephele is not corruptible. This barrier would protect against anyone who had any feels of wanting to harm Nephele or anyone within the barrier. The barrier can only be held while energy is still within the rapier. |
8,977 | 251 | 134 | 1,445 | 9,365 | Excellent.
Malkai charged into battle, Wolf by his side. The brigands would find their blades to fail them when Malkai deflected their strikes with his hard-edge armor. With a simple flex he deflected their blades like rain off a frog's back. In return, Malkai cleaved his blade through the front line, hewing down as many as he can per swing. Wolf used hit-and-run tactics, striking at the marauders from behind before vanishing through the chaos of battle. Malkai himself waded as far into the center of the horde as he could to get intentionally surrounded, fighting defensively to maximize his protection but also remain a threat to thee brigands. He'll leave it to the other "Heroes" to wipe them out while he draws their attention to himself. | Name: Malkai Ironbelly
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Orc
Element: Earth
Appearance:
Personality: Might makes right, as Malkai always says. In all things moral and ethical the one who's truly good is whoever is left to tell their tales. Malkai has seen good men die and bad men profit, and in the end the world goes on without every caring. For the orc himself, he knows damn well that what he cares and what he believes in has very little baring about how the world works. Just because one does good does not mean they're rewarded, and just because one does evil does not mean they will be punished. To that end, good must be done for goodness's sake, and evil can be be a reward in of itself.
Having been raised in strife and conflicts Malkai has seen many friends die and killed many enemies of his own. While he would certainly do his best to protect his allies and kill his enemies, he holds no hard feelings for those who die in combat, nor does he blame his foes should they do the deed or wound him. That being said, there's a time and place for fighting. On the battlefield anything goes, but away from such places like a tavern or in bed, war should be nothing but dirty business done elsewhere. Malkai doesn't much appreciate working over time.
That being said Malkai does enjoy a scrap every now and again, either as a bar brawl or a big battle. He enjoys being the biggest presence on the battlefield, having many foes try and take him down as he stands defiant to their attacks, or for his allies to maneuver around the enemy and attack their flanks. Malkai derives a certain masochistic pleasure from being wounded, and enjoys nothing more than the feel of his blade sinking into foes. Despite his lumbering hulk outside the theater of war, in the midst of chaos and combat, Malkai is but a brush, a tool, in the hands of an artist who will paint this battle in blood.
Biography: Malkai has no country to call his home, as he was born in a band of mercenaries. His mother and father were two orcish warriors themselves, fighting across the mountains of Vriksha, the swamps of Bariura, or the tundras of Sama. Malkai was still a boy when he killed his first man, loading a crossbow for his father when an armored knight had arrived and nearly cut the young lad down. Had Malkai not had fallen and accidentally pull the trigger, his future would have ended right there. Since that day Malkai was given an axe and a shield, and would join his parents in battle wherever it took him.
By the time Malkai could be called a man himself, both his parents had perished. They died a warrior's death taking down a dragon for their commander, ultimately winning the battle they lost their lives too. With the money they would have been paid, Malkai purchased himself better equipment and went his own way. Having no loyalties to any lord the orcish warrior sold his blade to whoever needed it the most, be it some up-and-coming noble trying to make a name for himself, or a desperate village in need of protection against bandits. Sometimes Malkai would fight pro bono and simply kill anything that dared draw a weapon against him or whoever he protects.
Even now Malkai wanders the land looking for his next fight. He has made friends, he has made enemies, he seeks fortune, and he hungers for battle. Both Malkai and the day is still young, and even when night falls he shall simply rest until a new day dawns, and a bright future awaits.
Evolution:
Heavy Armor - Thick steel armor strong enough to ward off most weapons and arrows. It may not be magical, but it does the job.
Battle Axe - A large two-headed cleaver that can cut a horse in two, and if Malkai puts his strength into it, can even cut through armor and shields. Despite it's crude appearance it's a masterwork weapon made of steel.
Wolf Companion - A big friendly wolf that Malkai had picked up in his travels. Not only a friend but a deadly fighter himself, he knocks foes down so Malkai can finish them off. His name is Wolf.
Misc: A surprisingly decent chef. Malkai has much experience foraging around and making due with whatever scraps he can find, and thus can make a nice meal out of whatever he has on hand. Give him proper ingredients and he can make magic. |
8,978 | 252 | 0 | 1,718 | 87 | A refuge houses several dozen people in the middle of Stony Ridge, New York - a town otherwise abandoned to the walkers. The place was Redman's Tavern, which was Stony Ridge's main attraction, before. It was a large, spacious area - if a bit overcrowded. Nevertheless, you are more comfortable there than you have been in the past year - ever since the dead wouldn't stay dead. It was heavily fortified, keeping out any walkers that tried getting close. For the most part, you try and keep your head down and not make a scene. Maybe, with luck, you can just ride the apocalypse out here.
Until one day, when an SUV rolls up to the refuge. Walkers are hot on its' trail, but the driver spots the lookouts on top of the tavern and gets out. He is an older man, accompanied by a woman of similar age. She is holding something large, maybe the last of her belongings. The couple run up to the gate, begging to be let in. You spot the ordeal from the window. Normally, your people would hesitate on letting the strangers in, but something was different. These two were wearing lab coats. The gatekeeper opens the doors quickly, and the couple dash inside as walkers curiously probe the SUV.
Everyone gathers around the couple, and stares at them in shock. The woman was not carrying her belongings. She was carrying a child. A plump, healthy looking boy of around 3 years of age is dropped roughly by the woman.
The elderly couple are out of breath, unable to speak and obviously scared witless. You exchange a glance with the others. Is this a joke? What's going on?
"We... were testing..." the man begins. You shift uncomfortably.
"Testing...?" Someone asks, warily.
"Blood." The woman offers. You frown. "Our team was taking blood samples in the City. Looking for... the thing that has infected us all."
"We found... him." The man gestures to the boy.
"Is he infected?" Someone calls out. The couple immediately shake their heads.
"No. He is immune." A tense silence hung in the air. "He is not a carrier. In his blood lies the cure for this outbreak."
The boy begins to cry. The male doctor kneels quickly to comfort him. It is clear that he has a lot of experience with kids. The man tries his best to comfort the kid, but nothing seems to work. The child only cries harder.
"My name is Beverly Foster," the woman announces over the boy's wails. "I am a scientist with the United States government. For the past year, we've been looking for a cure to this madness, and we've finally found it. The military was going to escort us to safety... but they were overrun." Beverly hangs her head. "There is an active military base in South Carolina. Shaw Air Force Base. If you take us there, not only will you be protected by the military, but you will help us end this plague. Who will help us?" | ROBERT GILLES
Sex: Male
Age: 38
Skills: Science, chemistry, shooting with a revolver.
Personality: Calm, collected. Proceeds with logic and good sense.
Flaws: Nearsighted ; Prone to illness
History (Pre-outbreak): Robert was a chemist before the outbreak. Originally from the UK, he moved to the US to do his researches there.
History (Post-outbreak): Bio on how your character survived in the zombie infested world, and how they settled in a fortified tavern in a small New York town. Were they there all along, with no experience in the "real" new world? Or did they have a group, and settled as recently as yesterday?
He was stuck in a lab with other scientists. One elderly scientist died, and became a zombie. After this, it contaminated all their work, and everyone started panic. He killed people who had been infected, and fleed the lab. After travelling on his own on a stolen motorcycle, he found a group which he joined. The leader of this group went mad and poisoned all their water and food. On an expedition at the time, Robert found the entire group dead on the ground. The person he was on the expedition with was in on the treason, and shot Robert in the leg, leaving him to die. Robert crawled back to his motorcycle and went off to New York. He has recently arrived at the tavern, and is now waiting for someone to open the door to him. |
8,979 | 252 | 1 | 26 | 2,681 | Johnathan watched as the SUV pulled up. He was a lookout at the time, his rifle rested upon the small wall they were provided at the top. As a look out, he was ordered to stay up there, even when there was a new arrival. He was up there, but he could here them, talking.
Immune?! How?! But how he was immune wasn't what mattered. What mattered is that he is immune. And they had to keep him safe. South Carolina. It was a stretch, but they could make it. He could make it. That was even if they let him.
His life on the lookout, it was something, but it was bland. The same thing everyday. Walker here, walker there. Look around and report something bad or good. He was happy he was living, but it wasn't living. He needed more in his life. He tilted his head, so he could see them out of the corner of his eye. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't. He didn't know what to say. For now, he listened to more. | Name: Johnathan 'John' Gardner
Sex: Male
Age: 18
Appearance:
Skills:
Climbing: Can climb up almost any surface. May it be trees, buildings, fences, he can do it.
Tracking: An expert tracker. All he needs is tracks, or a scent, and hell do his best.
Personality: A very kind person. He has a good heart, and will do the best he can to help a friend or a loved one. Econ though he is kind, he is quiet and secluded. He mainly keeps to himself, but is always welcomed by other people to join in on talks and chats, because of his kind personality.
Flaws:
Steady Pace: While because of this, it gives him accurate tracking, but it also takes him, exceptionally longer to finish the tracking job. That risks being caught, or losing what he is tracking.
Big City Syndrome: As a boy that lived secluded, in the middle of no where, he is not used to big cities, and can easily get lost in them.
History (Pre-outbreak): he lived on a small farm ranch in the middle of no where. He helped his family on the farm to make a profit. In his free time, he was out in the woods, playing, climbing trees or hunting deer. Since he was out there so long, he developed many skills to aid him on his treks in the woods.
History (Post-outbreak): The night it started, he was in the woods while his mother, father, and younger sister, ate dinner, he came back late, and when he got there, he saw them. Their bodies, lifeless shells on the ground. He looked around the room for the source of their death. He noticed a small, infection on the piece of venison that they ate. He sat on the couch, and cried. He cried for fifteen minutes until he heard... The, groans. He saw them coming after him. He ran. Ran. Just ran. Until he found himself at the end of the big city. All he had was a small, six shot revolver, a pocket knife, and his hunting rifle around his back. He had to avoid many things, thugs, wild animals, and those... Things. Gruesome mutilated creatures. They couldn't run, so they called them walkers. He kept, walking, looting the places he could. It was obvious the world had went to shit. Now law was irrelevant, and he had to do anything to survive. He had hunkered up on the roof of a small, motel building. Until he heard the footsteps, of multiple people, a group. |
8,980 | 252 | 2 | 1,523 | 3,443 | Franklin had been quite content lounging on one of the balconies of the tavern-turned-sanctuary, an aged magazine sprawled across her lap in colours of pink and yellow and green. The target audience of the rag was a bit younger than herself, but easy-going, unimportant things to read were few and far between. As it turned out, people were more than willing to save the To Kill and Mockingbirds and Catch-22s of literature in the apocalypse but not the cheap, trashy erotica that was more Frankie's style.
It was on her List To Get while she was out scouting, but often she had to pass it up for something more important, like nails or weapons or hygiene essentials.
When the SUV had been sighted, it wasn't by her. The lookout on duty saw it first but as soon as the alarm was called out, Franklin leapt to her feet, grabbing the binoculars swinging around her neck for a good sight of whatever or whoever it was down there. Real people, survivors out there on their own. They were becoming fewer and far between in recent weeks, the steady stream of those who who would join them and those who would be turned away dying down to only one or two new human faces every so often.
The rest had likely been chomped already.
She slid down the disused and rusted drainpipe easy enough, boots hitting the ground just as the man and the woman and the – child – entered the safe haven. Frankie lingered on the edges of the crowd, just close enough to hear what was being said but not enough to be dragged in to the conversation before she received the whole story.
Immune. Well, wasn't that profoundly unfair? A kid, picture of innocence and all that received a blessing from the Almighty instead of someone worthwhile; someone like her dad, or like Remy. Frankie scowled but quickly twisted it up into a tentative, if insincere smile. Careful, Frank, your bitterness is showing. That's was the little voice in her head that egged her on: the voice of reason; the voice of sass and snappy comebacks; the voice of constant reminders that her life had gone to shit but she still had to plaster on a smile because at least she was alive. It kept her in check thus far.
And now, the kid was crying and, worse than that, she didn't think the two squints were lying.
It was all so much bigger than she was. The people of Stony Ridge didn't need her much anymore. She was useful, yeah, as a lookout and a looter, but nothing they'd suffer without. "If y'all can promise me it's real, it's not like I'm going to say no," Franklin ended up saying, before she sighed the type of sigh that was only heard when someone was making a big, monumental decision like taking out a loan or life insurance. She was volunteering to give up security for hope. A big ask, but it seemed paltry compared to the future that could be coursing around the kid's blood. "I mean, it'd be wrong if I didn't even offer to help out. Even if it's just blind optimism." | Wasn't sure how many characters we were allowed to begin with so I just picked one for now ^^
"FRANKIE"NameFranklin D. Taylor
GenderFemale
Age21
Appearance
Skills
✖ Athletic – She is physically fit, not only from the past year (which she has spent looting and scavenging as required by her group) but also from community games of soccer pre-apocalypse. She has good endurance and is damn good at doing the heavy lifting, given her muscular build.
✖ Scavenger – She's learned quite a lot about breaking and entering silently in the last year, mostly avoid alerting the zeds in a building as she rifles through it for decent stuff. Franklin typically uses a baseball bat or crowbar rather than a pistol because nobody (not even her) can mess that up.
✖ Boy Racer – Sorta. Franklin, without a job in the 'real world' brought few marketable skills to the group but it was undeniable she was good at getting from A to B quickly. In post-apocalyptic New York, sometimes the only way to do so was via a motorcycle. In short, she has a need for speed and is fairly adept at everything to do with cars, the faster the better.
PersonalityAppallingly perky for someone in an end-of-the-world situation. Perhaps it's because she came into it with nothing to lose, or perhaps it's just because she's insensitive; either way, Franklin is rarely seen without a smile on her face despite the constant danger she puts herself in. If she's being honest with herself, she even thrives on it. Life is never boring with death shuffling around every corner.
Having grown up split between the deep South and New York, she inherited more than her drawl. Franklin is always nice and never rude, she doesn't swear and prays every night (even though she's never been a believer and especially not now). Whether she's just going through the motions of her childhood is unclear. She can definitely be passive-aggressive though.
Flaws✖ Over-confidence – Franklin doesn't claim to be the brightest, but when it comes to the stuff she does know how to do (looting, cars, working out ways in and out of a building) she gets salty when her opinion isn't heard. Often tries to take what control she can as it seems like she really isn't suited for following. It's probably down to her youth.
✖ Terrible Shot – Franklin's never been good with a gun, despite the occasional community lesson she dropped by in. It's best if she doesn't use it all for anything other than threatening purposes, if only because she's as likely to leave the safety on as she is point it in the wrong direction.
✖ Obsessive – It keeps her alive and nobody ever complains about it, but she's sure staying up at night to check her Plan Cs and Plan Ds for escaping her sleeping place, rummaging around the place to add to them and furiously thinking over the route in her head gets on someone's nerves. Her sleeping habits are probably dire, and she sees past failures like a movie reel at night.
History✖ Pre-Outbreak
Franklin had a childhood that could pretty much be called 'not bad'. Her parents were separated, her mother in Texas and her Dad a chef in New York. Franklin spent the holidays in the big city when she was a kid up until fifteen, when her mother died and she went to live out with her bachelor father. She was a rowdy kid and while she could 'borrow' her Mom's car back in the back of beyond for a joyride the same thing wouldn't fly in New York. Troubled by being lumped into remedial classes, she dropped out, hanging with friends and drinking on daddy's dollar.
At seventeen, she found herself a job as a mechanic and slowly grew more independent, no matter how belated it was. Before the apocalypse she found a core group of friends, an identity, a boyfriend, Remy, who (in true Romeo and Juliette fashion) was reluctant because his own parents wouldn't approve. But they were away in Oklahoma, so it was all good. Of course, that was when the end of the world had to happen, didn't it?
✖ Post-Outbreak
They saw it in the big cities first, the dangers of the new thing that sent everyone blood-crazy. Franklin saw the signs, grabbed her friends (most of them upper-middle class or just upper class with no real skills), grabbed her Dad, grabbed her significant other and got the hell out of dodge. They got so far as their car could take them through traffic-congested roads and proceeded to flee on foot to the nearest town, setting up base in an old warehouse.
It lasted pretty well for having only seven people, but six months in, that seven was down to five; one lost to a nasty case of the flu that was going around and the other to a walker bite. Both horrible, preventable ways to die. With a building too large to protect them with dwindling faith and dwindling numbers, they set out on the road in search of the safe place they'd heard about by the occasional survivor they met – a haven in a small town not too far away from them by road but an eternity on foot.
They made it, but not without two more casualties, one of which was Franklin's father and the other her boyfriend. Three left, they assimilated quite well and have been minding their own business for the past five months, each of them assuming positions in the community of the fortified tavern. Frankie was all about directing scavenging runs to pick up scraps of food and building materials, especially because she had nothing really to tie her down and make her fear for her life. |
8,981 | 253 | 0 | 1,118 | 7,626 | Lorenzo sighed loudly as he walked through the halls of the cram school wearing the uniform but he wore his demon sword that held his flames in the small of his back so he could pull it out sideways and thankfully since his sword was not average size it didn't look to weird. Lorenzo came to the cram school in the hopes of becoming an exorcist and helping demons as well as humans from eachother, Lorenzo knew who his father really was but he didn't know anything about him all he knew was that he is the demon king of light, which was ironic considering that Lorenzo shared his white flames and was put in his sword so he could look human in public but Lorenzo had to make sure to keep his tail hidden in his pants at all times. He got the key to the cram school after the director made the announcement to all the pages that would be training to be exorcists Lorenzo still had the speech ringing in his head...
Today you all have been accepted into silver cross academy! now all of you have done tried your hardest to get to this prestigious school and it has paid off here at silver cross academy you will be trained to be exorcists, you will learn the skills to kill the malicious demons that try to infect this world and learn how to give the lost demons and ghost of this world peace so that they may rest. Now all you have to ask yourselves one question while you are in cram school- what kind of exorcist will I be?!
what kind of exorcist will Lorenzo be, it was certainly a question he wanted to proudly say to protect but when his flames are loose it seemed to be the last thing on his mind when he went on his rampage. Lorenzo walked through the classrooms until he found the one he was supposed to be room 13b he walked in the classroom and what a shock Lorenzo was the first one their, Lorenzo always did have the tendency to show up early before it was time but Lorenzo never called it a flaw since it was always better to be early then late to class, so he walked over to a desk up in the front so he could immediately get to work but also so he could leave the second the bell rang. Lorenzo always had a policy with his schools 'be the first one in and the first one out' is what Lorenzo always said to himself since he rather work early so he could leave early. so now Lorenzo was playing the waiting game as he sat in the front desk waiting for his classmates and the teacher to show up | name: Lorenzo ortega
age: 17
personality: usually isn't very happy most of the time knowing what he is and thinking that he was born a blasphemes to the very god that everyone worshiped he was a son of the king of light Lucifer and he resented that he could be mistaken for something beautiful when in reality he was what they most hated a demon in angel skin. normally Lorenzo would stay quiet and try not to bother people and he would rarely be happy since he would try to control himself but when he is in battle and his flames ignite he is bathed in both a white flame and a desire to fight like their was no tomorrow laughing and smiling as he beat his enemies....that's what he hated most so he tries his best to control his flames but even then his dark desires surface whenever his heart is shown
history: born of a human mother but I was taken away from my birth mother while and was adopted by a normal family, I lived peacefully in a village until it was attacked by demons I felt helpless and scared and I would never known what would have happened to me if it weren't for the exorcists that came to save what was left of the village I was found out to be one of the sons of the demon kings but one of the exorcists a doctor took pity on me and cleaned my wound and gave me a glove to never take off and I told him I wanted to be an exorcist like him but even he died still it did not stop my dream of wanting to be a great exorcist one day and to show that demons like me weren't evil. even born of one of the kings I would not let my blood change who I wanted to be
its what he looks like normally (shorten hair, black hair, no wings, green eyes)
except with white flames and no tattoo's show up
meister: dragoon, knight
weapons: 44 revolver, the Daten-shi no ken (fallen angel blade)
summon (only if summoner):
miscellaneous: has a birthmark on his right hand that looks like the north star (symbol of the illuminati and of his birth to his father Lucifer) |
8,982 | 253 | 1 | 1,484 | 1,595 | Click click click, the sound of boots tapping along on the floor as Alec made his way through the halls of cram school. He had woken up this morning to a big breakfast and his parents telling him how proud they were of him, it was strange to him...his feelings for those two exorcists...his mom and dad. His mind played back memories of when they first realized that he wasn't like them...that he was some kind of monster.
that day on the playground and one minute it was mid July, the next moment the temperature had dropped to -50 and most of the children near the epicenter were flash frozen...all except Alec who was in the dead center of it all crying tears that froze after leaving his eyes. Looking back on it all, Alec's adopted parents must have really loved him because despite knowing what he was they refused to abandon or give up on their son. They were fully determined that he would grow up to defeat his nature. These thoughts flashed in his mind as a soft happy smile played along his lips. Today would be a good day he could feel it.
Alec continued walking and smiling to himself, probably looking like a weirdo or an idiot in the process if anyone else saw he didn't notice. He hands instinctively went to his guns both hidden in his jacket, gifts from his parents, the guns made him feel close to them and somewhat safe, he fished into his pocket and got out the summoning card his father had given him, "Hethora served me well...He'll serve you just as strongly..." His fathers words echoed in his ears one last time as he approached the door of his classroom.
Upon entering the classroom he realized only one person was there, he gave a friendly wave to the boy before turning to a desk, sitting down, pulling out his laptop and starting to type out his morning journal and getting ready for the first day of class. | name: Alec Trent
age: 17
personality: Soft spoken, Alec is quiet and kindhearted, he isn't very good with words and when it comes to women he's clueless. He often has a hard time dealing with emotional confrontation, but when it comes to situations that involve fighting demons he is cool and collected throughout the entire event.
history:
Alec was born of a demon mother and a human father, his father loved his mother and gave up his life to live with her, they lived together high in the cold snowy mountains and after a few years of peace together she became pregnant. When Alec was born he was never told what happened to his mother but after the night of his birth she was gone. Alec's father raised him as a normal child telling him that his mother had been lost in a snowstorm. He and his father lived high on the mountain and ventured out only to go to the town below at the foot of the mountain. One night when Alec was around 5, during a drive to that very town their truck was tossed off the road by a massive creature...a yeti type demon. The crash wrapped the truck around a tree, and killed Alec's father in the process. Alec would have died if the Exorcists that had been chasing the beast hadn't showed up at that moment. They killed the beast and upon questioning the boy realized that he could see the demons...The two exorcists...a young couple...took the boy in and raised him as their own. Alec was a quite but intelligent child and when the time came he chose to try and become an Exorcist like his adopted parents.
appearance:
Demon Form:
if half demon what type?: Frost Spirit
Meister: Dragoon/Summoner
weapons (only if dragoon or knight specialization):
Dual SMGs, One white, One black. Both fire specialized frost rounds.
summon (only if summoner):
Hethora, he's only about the size of a dog.
miscellaneous: |
8,983 | 253 | 2 | 377 | 25,988 | Cassandra had listened to the speech, had taken it to heart, but she wondered, who was she? What kind of exorcist was she going to be? She didn't know. She didn't even know if she could survive the day. But she knew she wanted to be here, and wanted to find answers. Wanted to be able to stop bad things from happening, to stop the evil in the word.
Cassandra made her way to class, pulling her shirt down self consciously before running her hands through her hair, feeling self conscious, and grimacing at the weight of the sword along her back, finding it an awkward weight she wasn't accustomed to. It made her feel like she was going to be attack at any moment. Which wasn't crazy. She supposed she could get rid of the sword, but...it made her feel closer to her mother, her step father.
Sighing, she found the classroom, and glanced in, seeing someone else already there. She quickly took him in, seeing the sword, and the glove on his right hand, which intrigued her, as she had one on her left, hiding the mark there. Just one of many things she hadn't found strange, until the event. She blinked, hesitating before heading in and claiming a desk nearby, looking to the boy. "Uh. Hi?" | I'm going to edit it some, I just noticed the picture I've been using is no longer avaliable
name: Cassandra
age: 17
personality: Cassandra is kind, and caring, often going out of her way to help others, and generally, she is happy. However, there is a dark side to Cassandra. She will defend those she thinks needs it, to death. And there is a violence in her that at times he just can't hide. She dreams of a life, and of the life she had lost. And she will stop at nothing to become what she wants to be.
history: Staying with their mother, my character is raised, and cared for by her, and her partner, an exorcist. She was made to believe that that man was her father, and for most if her life, she believed that, right up until the moment her mother, and the man were killed. She might never know that they died trying to protect her, and protect where she was, at the time, working in a book store. She came home to see them dead, and another exorcist, waiting for her, to tell her everything.
She had always worn gloves, to hide the birthmark on her hand, but the minute she entered her home, the waiting exorcist pulled the glove off her marked hand, revealing the mark, and telling her what she was.
Instead of running like she should have, like any sane person would do, she said "I'll become an exorcist"
with white flames
meister: knight, doctor
weapons: looking for a weapon now
miscellaneous: has a birthmark on left hand that looks like the north star |
8,984 | 253 | 3 | 619 | 2,638 | Sayuri sighed as she walked down the hall towards her assigned classroom sword in hand as she usually did. She had no idea who else would be in the classroom and that could pose a problem. People meant more chances for her secret to be known. Last time that happened she'd almost been killed. Speaking of which... Tsuki decided now was a good time to speak up, "Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean what will happen if we're found out?"
Sayuri sighs, "We'll worry about that when it happens until then we'll keep you a secret the best we. Just... Be careful Tsuki."
Looking up just in time she stops having reached the classroom. Opening the door she looks around seeing three others in the room. Deciding to actually sit near someone she makes her was to a seat near the guy with the computer. She feels Tsuki dig her claws inter her arm as she passes the other two and winces in pain. She nods to the computer guy as she sits down. | name: Sayuri Takashi
age: 16
personality: She is always laid back and carefree rarely ever getting serious. She is also difficult to anger. She enjoys reading, drawing, and fighting. She dislikes arrogant people and
history: She grew up as the daughter of an exorsist. As a result she has been aware of demons since she was young. Her father was well liked and respected by those who knew him. He also made his fair share of enemies as an exorcist. One year she and her best friend were kidnapped in order to get revenge on her father for destroying a group of demon summoners. The group took them to an abandoned house on the edge of town. They were to be used as a living sacrifice to summon a demon to kill her father. Something went wrong however causing an explosion in the house. She was one of three survivors. She awoke two weeks later in a hospital with a demon contracted to her. That was when she dicided to become an exorcist. She enrolled at Sivler Cross at her Dad's suggestion.
appearance: Sayuri looks like this except she keeps her hair down and it is waist length. She wears black shoes, black pants, a white sleeveless shirt, and white cloth bandages around her hands and lower arm leaving her fingers exposed.
meister: Knight
weapons: Her fathers sword Kageryu It's about a third longer with red wrapping and sheath.
summon (only if summoner): Tsuki, a small sleek dark red dragon that's unremarkable most of the time. When She goes into battle mode she doubles in size and her lower legs, where her wings connect to her body, the top of her head, and end of her tail ignite. She isn't actually summoned or dismissed. When not out and about she stays as a pure black tattoo on her body that can move around on Sayuri's skin in the shape of her.
miscellaneous: |
8,985 | 253 | 4 | 1,402 | 125 | Ari walked down the hallway, mumbling nothing important under her breath. But then she began to focus on today. Will i be the oldest one in there, she asked herself, frowning as she stopped in the middle of the hall. Did i need the extra help? Why did headmaster put me in the cram class? She frowned to herself more as she walked. She thought of the exorcists that have taught her for the past several years, and she felt that she was fine. She knew she was fine, but was she good? Who knows, she sighed to herself.
She began walking again after checking her phone for the time. One minute before class started. She cursed to herself and ran down the hall to the classroom. "13b. 13b. 13b..." she muttered, looking for the right classroom. She skidded to a halt before 13b, running her hand through her hair and brushing herself off as she walked inside. Ari acted like she hadn't just sprinted down the hallway. She looked up and saw four other students inside.
Damn, she thought to herself. Last one here i'm guessing. Ari sighed softly and took a seat near the back, not making any eye contact with anyone as she passed them. | name: Ari Sander
age: 18
personality: she's pretty quiet and keeps to herself most times. She likes to stay in the background of things and observe situations. She will speak her mind if needed to get people to focus.
history: Ari grew up as an only child of a middle class family. She lived an average life until she was 9. She started seeing things not everyone around her could see. Her parents took her to some exorcists thinking she was being influenced by demons, but they explained that she could simply see the demons better than most humans could, a gift all exorcists have. Her parents agreed for her to start learning with the exorcists until she was old enough to attend silver cross.
appearance: long black hair that she always has braided, icy blue eyes, rather short and pale
if half demon what type?:
meister: dragoon and Doctor
weapons: dual Walther P99 Titanium .40 handguns
summon:
miscellaneous: |
8,986 | 253 | 5 | 377 | 25,988 | The click of what seemed like heels could be heard down the hall way, before a woman appeared. She had long white hair, a young face and was of average height. She was not wearing heels, but rather boots. She looked around at the class, which was quite smaller then she was use to, She smiled, and approaching the desk at the front of the room, leaning against the desk. }Hello, and welcome to your first class here at the academy. I'm going to be one of two teachers who'll you'll have a lot to do with. My name is Oliva, and I primarily trained as an Aria, however I do have knowledge on the other miesters, such as Knight and Doctor. Let's do a quick introduction before I move onto the class. Who are you, and what do you want to be?" | I'm going to edit it some, I just noticed the picture I've been using is no longer avaliable
name: Cassandra
age: 17
personality: Cassandra is kind, and caring, often going out of her way to help others, and generally, she is happy. However, there is a dark side to Cassandra. She will defend those she thinks needs it, to death. And there is a violence in her that at times he just can't hide. She dreams of a life, and of the life she had lost. And she will stop at nothing to become what she wants to be.
history: Staying with their mother, my character is raised, and cared for by her, and her partner, an exorcist. She was made to believe that that man was her father, and for most if her life, she believed that, right up until the moment her mother, and the man were killed. She might never know that they died trying to protect her, and protect where she was, at the time, working in a book store. She came home to see them dead, and another exorcist, waiting for her, to tell her everything.
She had always worn gloves, to hide the birthmark on her hand, but the minute she entered her home, the waiting exorcist pulled the glove off her marked hand, revealing the mark, and telling her what she was.
Instead of running like she should have, like any sane person would do, she said "I'll become an exorcist"
with white flames
meister: knight, doctor
weapons: looking for a weapon now
miscellaneous: has a birthmark on left hand that looks like the north star |
8,987 | 253 | 6 | 1,484 | 1,595 | Alec nodded back to the person who had sat down beside him, it was a girl and for the life of him he couldn't form words around girls, so he remained silent. Another person walked in and sat in the back, but Alec remained silent. That's when a woman walked in, she had long white hair and was rather beautiful, Alec watched her shyly just barely looking up over the screen of his computer. She spoke with authority, and her name was Olivia, Alec swallowed hard, how on earth was he supposed to talk in front of all these girls? That's when Miss Olivia said it was time for introductions, Alec decided in a split second decision to get it over with, "H-Hello I'm Alec Trent...I want to be a Dragoon/Summoner..." After saying that Alec sank back into he chair and hoped someone else would just go and take away from the embarrassment. | name: Alec Trent
age: 17
personality: Soft spoken, Alec is quiet and kindhearted, he isn't very good with words and when it comes to women he's clueless. He often has a hard time dealing with emotional confrontation, but when it comes to situations that involve fighting demons he is cool and collected throughout the entire event.
history:
Alec was born of a demon mother and a human father, his father loved his mother and gave up his life to live with her, they lived together high in the cold snowy mountains and after a few years of peace together she became pregnant. When Alec was born he was never told what happened to his mother but after the night of his birth she was gone. Alec's father raised him as a normal child telling him that his mother had been lost in a snowstorm. He and his father lived high on the mountain and ventured out only to go to the town below at the foot of the mountain. One night when Alec was around 5, during a drive to that very town their truck was tossed off the road by a massive creature...a yeti type demon. The crash wrapped the truck around a tree, and killed Alec's father in the process. Alec would have died if the Exorcists that had been chasing the beast hadn't showed up at that moment. They killed the beast and upon questioning the boy realized that he could see the demons...The two exorcists...a young couple...took the boy in and raised him as their own. Alec was a quite but intelligent child and when the time came he chose to try and become an Exorcist like his adopted parents.
appearance:
Demon Form:
if half demon what type?: Frost Spirit
Meister: Dragoon/Summoner
weapons (only if dragoon or knight specialization):
Dual SMGs, One white, One black. Both fire specialized frost rounds.
summon (only if summoner):
Hethora, he's only about the size of a dog.
miscellaneous: |
8,988 | 253 | 7 | 619 | 2,638 | Sayuri smirkes at the guy with the computers nervousness. Looking around she shrugs, "Guess I'll go next," she stands and nods to the others, "My name is Sayuri Takashi and I am aiming to become a knight. I have a little bit of experience already but no formal training," she sits back down before looking around again. | name: Sayuri Takashi
age: 16
personality: She is always laid back and carefree rarely ever getting serious. She is also difficult to anger. She enjoys reading, drawing, and fighting. She dislikes arrogant people and
history: She grew up as the daughter of an exorsist. As a result she has been aware of demons since she was young. Her father was well liked and respected by those who knew him. He also made his fair share of enemies as an exorcist. One year she and her best friend were kidnapped in order to get revenge on her father for destroying a group of demon summoners. The group took them to an abandoned house on the edge of town. They were to be used as a living sacrifice to summon a demon to kill her father. Something went wrong however causing an explosion in the house. She was one of three survivors. She awoke two weeks later in a hospital with a demon contracted to her. That was when she dicided to become an exorcist. She enrolled at Sivler Cross at her Dad's suggestion.
appearance: Sayuri looks like this except she keeps her hair down and it is waist length. She wears black shoes, black pants, a white sleeveless shirt, and white cloth bandages around her hands and lower arm leaving her fingers exposed.
meister: Knight
weapons: Her fathers sword Kageryu It's about a third longer with red wrapping and sheath.
summon (only if summoner): Tsuki, a small sleek dark red dragon that's unremarkable most of the time. When She goes into battle mode she doubles in size and her lower legs, where her wings connect to her body, the top of her head, and end of her tail ignite. She isn't actually summoned or dismissed. When not out and about she stays as a pure black tattoo on her body that can move around on Sayuri's skin in the shape of her.
miscellaneous: |
8,989 | 253 | 8 | 1,118 | 7,626 | Lorenzo turned and saw a girl with a sword and oddly enough a glove on her hand which made Lorenzo suspicious but he wouldn't question so soon after meeting her. She may just think the half glove look is cool for all he knew so when she said hi he nodded his head to her hello he said to her then watched as everyone walked through the classroom which it seemed to have even numbers in terms of genders unless the teacher counted which meant that their were more women to men. Most guys would appreciate this but apparently that guy with the laptop is nervous around women, ah the comedic irony.
When the professor came in he waited until some others went up and talked about who they were Lorenzo stood up and went next Lorenzo Ortega, knight and dragoon classifications. I hope to use my sword and magnum to be a relentless fighter on the field Lorenzo said sitting back down since it did make sense considering how when his flames go loose he does go into a rage and his demon side takes over him. he will attack relentlessly so he might as well get used to it and try to train himself to use it properly... | name: Lorenzo ortega
age: 17
personality: usually isn't very happy most of the time knowing what he is and thinking that he was born a blasphemes to the very god that everyone worshiped he was a son of the king of light Lucifer and he resented that he could be mistaken for something beautiful when in reality he was what they most hated a demon in angel skin. normally Lorenzo would stay quiet and try not to bother people and he would rarely be happy since he would try to control himself but when he is in battle and his flames ignite he is bathed in both a white flame and a desire to fight like their was no tomorrow laughing and smiling as he beat his enemies....that's what he hated most so he tries his best to control his flames but even then his dark desires surface whenever his heart is shown
history: born of a human mother but I was taken away from my birth mother while and was adopted by a normal family, I lived peacefully in a village until it was attacked by demons I felt helpless and scared and I would never known what would have happened to me if it weren't for the exorcists that came to save what was left of the village I was found out to be one of the sons of the demon kings but one of the exorcists a doctor took pity on me and cleaned my wound and gave me a glove to never take off and I told him I wanted to be an exorcist like him but even he died still it did not stop my dream of wanting to be a great exorcist one day and to show that demons like me weren't evil. even born of one of the kings I would not let my blood change who I wanted to be
its what he looks like normally (shorten hair, black hair, no wings, green eyes)
except with white flames and no tattoo's show up
meister: dragoon, knight
weapons: 44 revolver, the Daten-shi no ken (fallen angel blade)
summon (only if summoner):
miscellaneous: has a birthmark on his right hand that looks like the north star (symbol of the illuminati and of his birth to his father Lucifer) |
8,990 | 253 | 9 | 377 | 25,988 | Cassandra sighed as she was last to speak, the other three having introduced themselves first. Alec, Sayuri and Lorenzo. Summoner/dragoon, knight, knight/dragoon respectively. She didn't rise, but instead said "I'm Cassandra, but I prefer Cassie. I will train to be a knight, in honor of my parents, but I wish to be a doctor. That was something I wanted to be before coming here, and it's what I want to be here" she looked down at her hands, one gloved, one ungloved. To get away with wearing the glove, she told people she badly burned her hand and the glove was to protect it. She never understood why she had to wear it, until recently. She didn't think it was something she could share with the class. "I mean, I have the sword and everything, so it seemed right to use it"
Oliva nodded at the introductions, "knight is always a popular choice, and interesting that most of you chose battle roles, rather then support. A good team could not survive long without a doctor, or an Aria, for example, nor a summoner. A good team is balanced." she nodded to Cassandra and Alec, giving them a smile. "Primarily I tend to teach the more theory side, as well as support roles. Simon,'your other teacher, will be the more physical side, but often we mix the classes together. Do each of you know what the roles actually are?" | I'm going to edit it some, I just noticed the picture I've been using is no longer avaliable
name: Cassandra
age: 17
personality: Cassandra is kind, and caring, often going out of her way to help others, and generally, she is happy. However, there is a dark side to Cassandra. She will defend those she thinks needs it, to death. And there is a violence in her that at times he just can't hide. She dreams of a life, and of the life she had lost. And she will stop at nothing to become what she wants to be.
history: Staying with their mother, my character is raised, and cared for by her, and her partner, an exorcist. She was made to believe that that man was her father, and for most if her life, she believed that, right up until the moment her mother, and the man were killed. She might never know that they died trying to protect her, and protect where she was, at the time, working in a book store. She came home to see them dead, and another exorcist, waiting for her, to tell her everything.
She had always worn gloves, to hide the birthmark on her hand, but the minute she entered her home, the waiting exorcist pulled the glove off her marked hand, revealing the mark, and telling her what she was.
Instead of running like she should have, like any sane person would do, she said "I'll become an exorcist"
with white flames
meister: knight, doctor
weapons: looking for a weapon now
miscellaneous: has a birthmark on left hand that looks like the north star |
8,991 | 253 | 10 | 1,484 | 1,595 | Alec looked up at the teacher when she smiled, she seemed kind and for some reason she made him feel more at ease about being here and about feeling so nervous. As far as he knew they didn't have an Aria, that could spell destruction in the future for the whole class, if they were going to be working together they needed to be an even fighting force. Alec swallowed once again and decided to speak up since he thought he knew the answer, "If I'm correct in my studies...It's Dragoon...Knight...Aria...Summoner...Doctor..." He breathed in to keep from getting nervous and being unable to continue talking, "A Dragoon uses specialized firearms that can kill demons...While a knight more often than not uses some form of demon slaying blade..." He swallowed and continued, "An Aria reads out verses to try and find the verse that will instantly kill a demon...Summoners summon demons to fight at their command and must have complete willpower or their summon will turn on them...and Doctors are battlefield medics and in the happening of someone being injured they would attempt to save them..." | name: Alec Trent
age: 17
personality: Soft spoken, Alec is quiet and kindhearted, he isn't very good with words and when it comes to women he's clueless. He often has a hard time dealing with emotional confrontation, but when it comes to situations that involve fighting demons he is cool and collected throughout the entire event.
history:
Alec was born of a demon mother and a human father, his father loved his mother and gave up his life to live with her, they lived together high in the cold snowy mountains and after a few years of peace together she became pregnant. When Alec was born he was never told what happened to his mother but after the night of his birth she was gone. Alec's father raised him as a normal child telling him that his mother had been lost in a snowstorm. He and his father lived high on the mountain and ventured out only to go to the town below at the foot of the mountain. One night when Alec was around 5, during a drive to that very town their truck was tossed off the road by a massive creature...a yeti type demon. The crash wrapped the truck around a tree, and killed Alec's father in the process. Alec would have died if the Exorcists that had been chasing the beast hadn't showed up at that moment. They killed the beast and upon questioning the boy realized that he could see the demons...The two exorcists...a young couple...took the boy in and raised him as their own. Alec was a quite but intelligent child and when the time came he chose to try and become an Exorcist like his adopted parents.
appearance:
Demon Form:
if half demon what type?: Frost Spirit
Meister: Dragoon/Summoner
weapons (only if dragoon or knight specialization):
Dual SMGs, One white, One black. Both fire specialized frost rounds.
summon (only if summoner):
Hethora, he's only about the size of a dog.
miscellaneous: |
8,992 | 253 | 11 | 1,402 | 125 | Ari cursed under her breath as she continued to run through the hallways. "13b. 13b. Where the hell are you?" she cursed again as she ran. She knew she took a wrong turn somewhere and tried to backtrack her steps. Why was this place so huge!? Ari growled to herself as she ran down another hall, and this one actually looked different. "13b..." she sighed, just walking now.
Ari pulled out her phone and checked the time. Damn, late. Oh well. She took her time and finally found the classroom. She opened the door and walked in silently without a word. She walked to the back of the room and took a seat in the back, not making eye contact with anyone, not even the teacher. | name: Ari Sander
age: 18
personality: she's pretty quiet and keeps to herself most times. She likes to stay in the background of things and observe situations. She will speak her mind if needed to get people to focus.
history: Ari grew up as an only child of a middle class family. She lived an average life until she was 9. She started seeing things not everyone around her could see. Her parents took her to some exorcists thinking she was being influenced by demons, but they explained that she could simply see the demons better than most humans could, a gift all exorcists have. Her parents agreed for her to start learning with the exorcists until she was old enough to attend silver cross.
appearance: long black hair that she always has braided, icy blue eyes, rather short and pale
if half demon what type?:
meister: dragoon and Doctor
weapons: dual Walther P99 Titanium .40 handguns
summon:
miscellaneous: |
8,993 | 253 | 12 | 377 | 25,988 | That's good, Alec. A good overview. Do any of you have any questions? Oliva asked intent on letting the students aask anything they wanted, keeping the first lesson simple and easy for now. She looked over as the door opened, and another student walked in. Oliva waited patiently for them to sit down, then said cheerfully, "Welcome! Would you care to introduce yourself, tell us your name and miester?"
Cassandra was about to answer the question when Alec did. She leaned back, a little relieved because no doubt she would have sprouted the text book and be seen as a know it all. And she didn't mind, Alec seemed like a nice person. As someone entered late, and Oliva pointed them out, she glanced back. | I'm going to edit it some, I just noticed the picture I've been using is no longer avaliable
name: Cassandra
age: 17
personality: Cassandra is kind, and caring, often going out of her way to help others, and generally, she is happy. However, there is a dark side to Cassandra. She will defend those she thinks needs it, to death. And there is a violence in her that at times he just can't hide. She dreams of a life, and of the life she had lost. And she will stop at nothing to become what she wants to be.
history: Staying with their mother, my character is raised, and cared for by her, and her partner, an exorcist. She was made to believe that that man was her father, and for most if her life, she believed that, right up until the moment her mother, and the man were killed. She might never know that they died trying to protect her, and protect where she was, at the time, working in a book store. She came home to see them dead, and another exorcist, waiting for her, to tell her everything.
She had always worn gloves, to hide the birthmark on her hand, but the minute she entered her home, the waiting exorcist pulled the glove off her marked hand, revealing the mark, and telling her what she was.
Instead of running like she should have, like any sane person would do, she said "I'll become an exorcist"
with white flames
meister: knight, doctor
weapons: looking for a weapon now
miscellaneous: has a birthmark on left hand that looks like the north star |
8,994 | 253 | 13 | 1,402 | 125 | my name is Ari, and I am choosing to be a dragoon and a doctor. I've already begun my training in both, she replied to the teacher, sitting up a little. My apologies for being late."
Ari glanced around the room, getting her observations in quickly. Two boys, two girls. The class was pretty even, she thought. Good. She turned her attention back to the teacher, listening for anything else she may wanted to hear from her. | name: Ari Sander
age: 18
personality: she's pretty quiet and keeps to herself most times. She likes to stay in the background of things and observe situations. She will speak her mind if needed to get people to focus.
history: Ari grew up as an only child of a middle class family. She lived an average life until she was 9. She started seeing things not everyone around her could see. Her parents took her to some exorcists thinking she was being influenced by demons, but they explained that she could simply see the demons better than most humans could, a gift all exorcists have. Her parents agreed for her to start learning with the exorcists until she was old enough to attend silver cross.
appearance: long black hair that she always has braided, icy blue eyes, rather short and pale
if half demon what type?:
meister: dragoon and Doctor
weapons: dual Walther P99 Titanium .40 handguns
summon:
miscellaneous: |
8,995 | 253 | 14 | 619 | 2,638 | Hmm... If we need more support Aria and dragoon also intrest me. Though I have no training in them, she leans back in her chair, "But besides that seems it's going to be an interesting year." | name: Sayuri Takashi
age: 16
personality: She is always laid back and carefree rarely ever getting serious. She is also difficult to anger. She enjoys reading, drawing, and fighting. She dislikes arrogant people and
history: She grew up as the daughter of an exorsist. As a result she has been aware of demons since she was young. Her father was well liked and respected by those who knew him. He also made his fair share of enemies as an exorcist. One year she and her best friend were kidnapped in order to get revenge on her father for destroying a group of demon summoners. The group took them to an abandoned house on the edge of town. They were to be used as a living sacrifice to summon a demon to kill her father. Something went wrong however causing an explosion in the house. She was one of three survivors. She awoke two weeks later in a hospital with a demon contracted to her. That was when she dicided to become an exorcist. She enrolled at Sivler Cross at her Dad's suggestion.
appearance: Sayuri looks like this except she keeps her hair down and it is waist length. She wears black shoes, black pants, a white sleeveless shirt, and white cloth bandages around her hands and lower arm leaving her fingers exposed.
meister: Knight
weapons: Her fathers sword Kageryu It's about a third longer with red wrapping and sheath.
summon (only if summoner): Tsuki, a small sleek dark red dragon that's unremarkable most of the time. When She goes into battle mode she doubles in size and her lower legs, where her wings connect to her body, the top of her head, and end of her tail ignite. She isn't actually summoned or dismissed. When not out and about she stays as a pure black tattoo on her body that can move around on Sayuri's skin in the shape of her.
miscellaneous: |
8,996 | 253 | 15 | 377 | 25,988 | Oliva looked over the students, wondering if any of them would become exorcists, but knowing that they were on their way. "well, you all seem to have a grasp on moesters and what their roles are, so we can move on rather then hover over it for the rest of the lesson. We will move onto the next part, Temp Taints, how many of you have them? If you don't have them, please tell me so we can organize you to receive it, otherwise how can you continue your training if you can't see demons?"
Cassandra looked around at the class, before saying "I already have it"She was thankful for that, although why she should be thankful for being half demon, and the daughter of a demon king, she didn't know. Yet she didn't find it strange.
Her life had changed. She had merely adapted. What was the point of feeling sorry for herself? She might as well make the best of a bad situation. | I'm going to edit it some, I just noticed the picture I've been using is no longer avaliable
name: Cassandra
age: 17
personality: Cassandra is kind, and caring, often going out of her way to help others, and generally, she is happy. However, there is a dark side to Cassandra. She will defend those she thinks needs it, to death. And there is a violence in her that at times he just can't hide. She dreams of a life, and of the life she had lost. And she will stop at nothing to become what she wants to be.
history: Staying with their mother, my character is raised, and cared for by her, and her partner, an exorcist. She was made to believe that that man was her father, and for most if her life, she believed that, right up until the moment her mother, and the man were killed. She might never know that they died trying to protect her, and protect where she was, at the time, working in a book store. She came home to see them dead, and another exorcist, waiting for her, to tell her everything.
She had always worn gloves, to hide the birthmark on her hand, but the minute she entered her home, the waiting exorcist pulled the glove off her marked hand, revealing the mark, and telling her what she was.
Instead of running like she should have, like any sane person would do, she said "I'll become an exorcist"
with white flames
meister: knight, doctor
weapons: looking for a weapon now
miscellaneous: has a birthmark on left hand that looks like the north star |
8,997 | 253 | 16 | 1,118 | 7,626 | Lorenzo looked at the others as they called off about becoming support meister, Lorenzo couldn't be an Aria and he had no talent for medicine. Becoming a dragoon was his choice that much he believed in. Then the teacher asked who had redirected a temp taint, Lorenzo was already part demon so he could already see the little col tars floating around him as he absent-minded flicked one away from his face got it to | name: Lorenzo ortega
age: 17
personality: usually isn't very happy most of the time knowing what he is and thinking that he was born a blasphemes to the very god that everyone worshiped he was a son of the king of light Lucifer and he resented that he could be mistaken for something beautiful when in reality he was what they most hated a demon in angel skin. normally Lorenzo would stay quiet and try not to bother people and he would rarely be happy since he would try to control himself but when he is in battle and his flames ignite he is bathed in both a white flame and a desire to fight like their was no tomorrow laughing and smiling as he beat his enemies....that's what he hated most so he tries his best to control his flames but even then his dark desires surface whenever his heart is shown
history: born of a human mother but I was taken away from my birth mother while and was adopted by a normal family, I lived peacefully in a village until it was attacked by demons I felt helpless and scared and I would never known what would have happened to me if it weren't for the exorcists that came to save what was left of the village I was found out to be one of the sons of the demon kings but one of the exorcists a doctor took pity on me and cleaned my wound and gave me a glove to never take off and I told him I wanted to be an exorcist like him but even he died still it did not stop my dream of wanting to be a great exorcist one day and to show that demons like me weren't evil. even born of one of the kings I would not let my blood change who I wanted to be
its what he looks like normally (shorten hair, black hair, no wings, green eyes)
except with white flames and no tattoo's show up
meister: dragoon, knight
weapons: 44 revolver, the Daten-shi no ken (fallen angel blade)
summon (only if summoner):
miscellaneous: has a birthmark on his right hand that looks like the north star (symbol of the illuminati and of his birth to his father Lucifer) |
8,998 | 253 | 17 | 1,484 | 1,595 | Alec sat still listening to the teacher speak, her voice was nice and a bit calming, the others made him feel nervous about himself and he began to second guess his place among them. What if he wasn't good enough? What if in the moment he froze? What if one of them died because of him? The boy was starting to breathe a bit nervously and hoped that no one was noticing. Alec shut his computer and breathed in slowly, when the teacher asked if they needed Temp Taints he was fairly surprised to hear that other students already had theirs, if only they knew...he didn't need a taint...he was born tainted. "Thank you Ma'am but I already have mine." | name: Alec Trent
age: 17
personality: Soft spoken, Alec is quiet and kindhearted, he isn't very good with words and when it comes to women he's clueless. He often has a hard time dealing with emotional confrontation, but when it comes to situations that involve fighting demons he is cool and collected throughout the entire event.
history:
Alec was born of a demon mother and a human father, his father loved his mother and gave up his life to live with her, they lived together high in the cold snowy mountains and after a few years of peace together she became pregnant. When Alec was born he was never told what happened to his mother but after the night of his birth she was gone. Alec's father raised him as a normal child telling him that his mother had been lost in a snowstorm. He and his father lived high on the mountain and ventured out only to go to the town below at the foot of the mountain. One night when Alec was around 5, during a drive to that very town their truck was tossed off the road by a massive creature...a yeti type demon. The crash wrapped the truck around a tree, and killed Alec's father in the process. Alec would have died if the Exorcists that had been chasing the beast hadn't showed up at that moment. They killed the beast and upon questioning the boy realized that he could see the demons...The two exorcists...a young couple...took the boy in and raised him as their own. Alec was a quite but intelligent child and when the time came he chose to try and become an Exorcist like his adopted parents.
appearance:
Demon Form:
if half demon what type?: Frost Spirit
Meister: Dragoon/Summoner
weapons (only if dragoon or knight specialization):
Dual SMGs, One white, One black. Both fire specialized frost rounds.
summon (only if summoner):
Hethora, he's only about the size of a dog.
miscellaneous: |
8,999 | 253 | 18 | 619 | 2,638 | I can already see demons so no need to set it up for me. I've had it for a while thanks to my dad, she looks around at the others as it seemed they already had it. Suddenly Tsuki spoke in her head, 'That makes things slightly more annoying. I'll have no chances to be free when we're together that's annoying...' Sayuri shakes her head and frowns, 'Not like we'll have much choice. And besides I've already told you that was a very high possibility that you'd have to hide most of the time.' | name: Sayuri Takashi
age: 16
personality: She is always laid back and carefree rarely ever getting serious. She is also difficult to anger. She enjoys reading, drawing, and fighting. She dislikes arrogant people and
history: She grew up as the daughter of an exorsist. As a result she has been aware of demons since she was young. Her father was well liked and respected by those who knew him. He also made his fair share of enemies as an exorcist. One year she and her best friend were kidnapped in order to get revenge on her father for destroying a group of demon summoners. The group took them to an abandoned house on the edge of town. They were to be used as a living sacrifice to summon a demon to kill her father. Something went wrong however causing an explosion in the house. She was one of three survivors. She awoke two weeks later in a hospital with a demon contracted to her. That was when she dicided to become an exorcist. She enrolled at Sivler Cross at her Dad's suggestion.
appearance: Sayuri looks like this except she keeps her hair down and it is waist length. She wears black shoes, black pants, a white sleeveless shirt, and white cloth bandages around her hands and lower arm leaving her fingers exposed.
meister: Knight
weapons: Her fathers sword Kageryu It's about a third longer with red wrapping and sheath.
summon (only if summoner): Tsuki, a small sleek dark red dragon that's unremarkable most of the time. When She goes into battle mode she doubles in size and her lower legs, where her wings connect to her body, the top of her head, and end of her tail ignite. She isn't actually summoned or dismissed. When not out and about she stays as a pure black tattoo on her body that can move around on Sayuri's skin in the shape of her.
miscellaneous: |
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