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Character Skeleton and Descriptions:

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Character Name:
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Classification: (Traveler, Aristocrat etc. You may combine some, i.e. Half-blood Traveler or Aristo Wyzard)
Weapon: (Unless of course you are slave, than weapons are expressively forbidden)
Powers: Only applies to Travelers or Wyzards, though Half-bloods may have some.
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Class Descriptions:
Laisha: You are born into poverty, and your parents were slaves. Many have dreams of escape, but are fearful of the hard hands of the taskmasters, the cruel tendencies of their Lords, and terror of the mists. They were the most affected by the failer of the Hero, he was supposed to save them and make the world a better place.

Street Rat: Like the Laisha, you are no stranger to Poverty. However, you've garnered a way to avoid the plantations or enslavement in some Noble House, and make your living by stealing on the streets. Usually you will have a small group of other street rats that you work with, but familial ties and the like are dangerous for people like you. If someone turns you into an Enforcer or any other member of the law, well...it's not likely you'll be breathing free for long.

Traveler: You are an oddity, usually with no small amount of Wyzard blood somewhere in your bloodline. It gives you power and enables you to wander freely in the mists that cloud the night, where others would find only fear and danger. You are a free spirit and are best at enciting trouble and hope in plantations and governmental institutions alike.

Lesser House Aristocracy: You have a noble bloodline, but it's diluted by something in past history or lack of money. In this world, money is really the only way to climb ladders in this town. Blood, however, will get you into some places that money cannot.

Greater House Aristocracy: You are the creme of the crop, the courtiers to the Emperor himself. You love money and power and have plenty of both, but purity of bloodline is your focus. It grants priviledges which create opportunities for only greater success. Get in the Emperors favor, and you can have anything you wanted. If you're willing to step on some people in the process, that is. And morals? best leave those behind. You can't afford them.

Wyzard: There are very very very few pure-blood Wyzard's left. Something about competition made the Emperor eliminate any of them that he could find that refused to be coerced into his service. Those that managed to remain free hide in secluded regions, tamping down their powers, and hoping that they will survive long enough to see the Prophecy reborn

Half-Bloods: It's almost worse than being Laisha, if you're not killed outright for being the illegitimate child of an aristo and a slave, you aren't accepted anywhere really. People don't like to trust you, and your power isn't strong enough to make any sort of difference. Unlike the Travelers, you don't so much want the free-wandering life as being forced to it.

Annoucement Boards/ Lists

Announcements: Updates, need to knows, traveling schedules and the like


White List: For those I particularly love


Black list: For those who insist on being stupid.

Now open, I might not respond right away cause i'm making my own characters....

-pokes the deadness-

Go ahead and post, the more action we get going, the more likely we are to get attention X3

The sky was dark again. Mariak watched the dark plume of smoke rising from one of the river factories with a thin smile of satisfaction. It had been a rather neat job, and the Laisha of that area only needed a little bit of prodding to take his suggestions. They had sabotaged the factory, but it seemed like mismanagement on the caretaker's part. Oh, he loved it when things went well. Then again, it wasn't like it was hard to trick the lazy, overindulgent aristocracy. They set themselves up for it really, and if not for the Enforcers, well then...they'd be scammed out of their money so fast they wouldn't even know what'd hit them. The thought made him smile.
Mariak was sitting on the edge of a rooftop, his feet dangling into the empty air. Occassionally he'd shift position, if only so that he wasn't noticed by passerby's down below. he didn't have a great desire to be questioned by anyone, not when he was celebrating his victory. Maybe he'd go to the pub and buy himself something. Seemed fitting.