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At this point, which group has more sanity?

The Minions... 0.29166666666667 29.2% [ 7 ]
The Chosens... 0.041666666666667 4.2% [ 1 ]
The "Baby Sitters" 0.33333333333333 33.3% [ 8 ]
The Queen herself... 0.33333333333333 33.3% [ 8 ]
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Table of Contents


1. Setting
2. Story
3. Rules
4. Profiles: Chosens
5. Profiles: Villians
6. Profiles: Made-ups
7. Links
8. White/Black List
9. Announcements
10. Insane rp moments
11. Summary

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Setting


This is the kingdom known as Shirada, where a vast and diverse landscape is present. This is a medieval fantasy role-play.

In the north, we have the lands of Sinfur, mainly desert lands, where nomads roam. The villages there consist of fairly tan people, wearing white cotton robes to distinguish them in the kingdoms. Camels are the main source of transportation there. This is also where a few demons reside, of course their homes are very rare to find.

In the south we have Fata, a vast forest land. Evergreen trees are always present here, as well as many other types of trees cover the rich land. Here, we find villages right by the forest that rely on lumber for their main source of income. Game, such as deer, is very common. Deep in the forests reside the elves, and there are very few of them. There’s rumored to be only three villages left of this race. Normal peasant clothing here.

In the East is the mountains of Evance. Mountains ranges are huge, and run all the way to the south. Mines are set up here to find gems, and minerals. Gold and silver are also mined there. A few dragons are found in caves here, rumored to guard many treasures. Villages here are mostly miners, mountaineers, and the villages are scattered and far apart from each other. Fur coats and thick clothing are worn in these villages.

In the west is the ocean coast Mataron. There are many different types of beaches here, some rocky, some like the beaches where you can swim without stepping on rocks. Fishing is the main economy sources for these fishing villages. Fish is obviously the food specialty here.

Right in the center of all these lands is huge grassland, named Capital. (Wow, I’m so creative…) This is where the capital and kingdom center is located. The capital city is called Terancon, and it’s the biggest city in the kingdom. Here, right in the center, is where the palace is located. Many shops, merchants, townsfolk of all kind live here. If you need the latest invention, a good weapon, or to see the royal family, this is the place to go.

In between the border lines, there are always smaller cities, similar to Terancon, you can make them up as we go along. Villages are scattered throughout this whole kingdom as well, and once again, the names will be up to you.

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Story


Shirada was a peaceful kingdom. All the petty little wars had stopped, and a golden age had been descended upon the land for about 100 years. There was a seer called Vastre, who controlled the power of the elements. Vastre was responsible for the golden, for she didn’t age like normal humans. For the last 100 years, she’d been advising kings, and helping to keep peace. Over time, she also had different temples built, to honor nature, and the elements. This was to remind people that certain things in our lives that we might not notice can always make a difference. For example: Without water, we’d all be dead. So six different temples were built: The water temple called Nuoc, the fire temple called Fuego, the wind temple called Ventus, the Earth temple called Terre, the lightning/thunder temple called Saga, and the light temple called Assarishita. All these temples were said to have gems of great power in them, as well as weapons.

Of course, good times don’t always last. The kingdom right now is about to enter a very dark age, unless something changes. In the last 25 years, things were still normal. However, a dark queen rose, and they called her the Marionette Queen. Her powers were a mystery, but she managed to defeat and kill the great seer Vastre. Of course, the Marionette Queen wasn’t fully successful, right before Vastre was killed, she casted a curse on the Marionette Queen. Within 25 years, six youths will arise, each controlling a different element. The weapons in the temples will be transported to the chosen ones, and a symbol will appear on their body, marking them. (You get to decide what symbol to use.) In 25 years, for one reason or another (be creative here) the six chosen ones will set out on a journey together to defeat the queen.

So now the strings of fate unravel, as the six chosens meet up in the village of Destiny, where a High Mystic will tell them how to proceed. Will they be successful? Will they fail? Who knows where the strings of fate and destiny will take them? Twists and turns are guaranteed in this role-play, so nothing is certain.

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Rules

1. Normal Gaia TOS
2. No Godmoding! You get one warning, and then you’re on the black list.
3. Romance is okay, but if you’re kissing anywhere below the neck, don’t post that. Keep it PG-13. No cybering!
4. Limit your powers, tell your strengths and weaknesses in the profile, unless you’re the Marionette Queen, then you have a different set of rules on powers.
5. If you get into a fight, keep it fair. Fellow rpers will be the judges of fairness.
6. When we get to the temples, there will be a door in which only your character can go through. You’ll get to make up your own trial while in that room. ((More on this later.))
7. Profiles are Pmed to me. There is a space limit, and it’s not necessarily first come first serve. I will look through your posts and see who’d more suited for the job. Yes, I’ll be stalking you.
8. Title profiles Random.
9. I am the Goddess here; you will obey and respect me. My word is law, okay?
10. This is a literate role-play, four lines minimum. No chat speak, this is death! A few mistakes are understandable, we’re all human.

11. Be active! If you’re gone for a long period of time, PM me, and I might even hold the rp for you if you ask nicely.
12. Use (( )) for OOC, and please do tell us in OOC if you’re leaving.

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Profiles: Chosen ones


Username:
Name:
Age: ((If you are a chosen one, ages 17-21))
Occupation: ((Chosen one, guide, minion, etc.))
Race: ((Human if you are a chosen one))
Power: ((Brief overview, remember you’re not invincible.))
Weapon: ((Put the weapons strenght and weakness. Your weapon a sacred weapon meant just for you.))
Symbol: ((Make a symbol of some kind to represent your element. The symbol needs to be on your body somewhere, and on your weapon somewhere.))
Appearance: ((Put a description and a picture. Picture is not required, a description is.))
Bio: ((Your history goes here.))
Personality: ((Brief overview))


((Pets are allowed, but put a few lines about them your profile somewhere.))



Chosen ones


Fire: Kurane Kumiko
Water: Mika252
Earth: Garnet233
Wind: Kitareu
Lighting/Thunder: Lunasca
Light: Golden Eyed Saru


Username: Mika252
Name: Roulette Vida
Age: 18
Occupation: Chosen one ((Water))
Race: Human

Powers: Strengths: Good at controlling water and ice. Strongest magic attack involves creating a tornado of water, twirling people in it, and letting them drop on huge icicles to impale them. This takes a whole bunch of power though, and she can only perform it around a large body of water. She can touch water, and tell how far ships are from them, and if there’s any danger ahead on a river or something.


Weapon: Roulette uses a set of twin katanas. Her katanas are around three and a half feet in length, and they are relatively thinner than most katanas. They are made of pure ice, enchanted never to melt even in the greatest heat. She can turn them into aqua blades, however, and then refreeze them. Her katanas were designed for speed, and attack strength. They are extremely sharp, and that the speeds that Roulette attacks, very lethal. Roulette uses them in a style that focuses on speed and attack. She lacks defense, so she takes more damage than most, but makes up for it by speed and endurance.

Her katanas were meant to work together, so if you knock one out of her hand, the other loses about half of its strength. Though she can refreeze them, her weapons are slightly brittle, so a really strong blow could break them if it was hit in the right spot and at the right speed. On the bottom of the both of the hilts, there is a small sapphire in the shape of a water drop, signifying her element.

Appearance: Roulette has dark blue hair that comes down to her mid-back. She usually wears in a braid, and she doesn’t have bangs. Her eyes are a crystal blue in color, and are medium size. She has an angular face, and small nose. She stands at 5’3”, and has a slim curved body. Blue cloth shoes adorn her small feet, and she sports long blue pants and a rough blue peasant top. Unlike most women, she hates dresses.

Symbol: She has a blue tear drop on the back of her neck and on the bottom of the hilts of her katanas.

Bio: Roulette was born to a single mother, and no father. When she was five years old, her mother died of a mysterious illness. She was taken to her villages’s orphanage, where she lived for most of her life. All the kids in the village loved her like a big sister. She was always ready to defend and look out for all of them. When she was eight, a blue water drop appeared on the back of her neck. As she grew up, her powers over water and ice developed. It started out small, she was able to move a puddle of water. Over time, she developed it to the point of mastery, and she could also control another component of it, ice.

As she grew older, she stumbled upon a sword master in her village. After some time, she managed to convince him to take her in as a student. During that phase of her life, she learned how to fight with her twin katanas. When she was 16, she found a brooch that seemed to be made of ice next to her when she woke up. Upon inspection, the brooch glowed, and in a flash of light, two twin katanas made of ice appeared in her hands with the symbol in the back of her neck on their hilts.

Rumors soon spread about a dark queen taking control, and six choosen ones. All the villagers thought she was one of them, and sent her on her way to the village when she was 18. Now she seeks the queen in order to prevent the chaos that’s rumored to ensue very soon.

Personality: Roulette isn’t an average woman. For one, she hates wearing dresses. She claims they restrict her movement, and she can’t fight as well. Her mood has huge ranges. She can be very cold to very violent. She hates self-pity, this is a huge pet peeve of hers. If you made a mistake, fix it, don’t mope about it.


Username: Lunasca
Name: Luna
Age: 20
Occupation: Chosen one - Lightning/thunder
Race: Human
Power: With the ability to control the element of lightning and thunder fairly well, she spent most of her free time developing her power. However, no matter how much time she spent on the particular aspect, she found that often times the sky would reflect her emotions. For example, it would generaly create a large storm as she got angry and come to a complete pause when she felt most peaceful, something that could be her advantage or downfall in a fight. One of her favorite abilities is a loud roll of thunder to catch other off guard that she could prepare herself quickly for, much like when someone yells and isn't affected by the volume.
Weapon: A long sword that had been passed down for generations, Luna's weapon is almost always at her side. The hilt is hollow, built of glass that had been altered to be unbrakeable by her great-great-grandmother. Inside, lightning flashes every few seconds while it is in use. On the glass of the hilt, a spell had been cast so that part of the glass was an opaque black cloud and a transparent lightning bolt was 'cut out' of the center of it, the symbol of her element.

Symbol: A lightning bolt in the center hilt of her sword.
Appearance: With unmanageable dirty-blonde hair, Luna always has a piece of twine around her wrist in case the one holding her hair out of her face were to fail. Deep brown eyes set off a naturaly flushed face that is not shy to smiles. On the underside of her right wrist is the same cloud/lightning symbol in the same deep black. She wears simple clothing that is easy to move in but is almost always wearing a deep blue cloak.
Bio: Learning from her parents until she was eight, Luna was finaly sent to an elemental school on the other side of Fata, as it was the closest place where a school like that could be found. She had been sent by a teary mother and a father who really didn't have an opinion on the matter, as she had caused a lot of money in damages when she got angry or simply lost control.

At the school, she learned many new skills, both elemental and necessary in life, and was taken under the wing of one teacher in particular. That teacher, ten years after she she came to the school, gave her the opportinuty to learn to become a volunteer at the school in her free time in exchange for a free stay. In this position, she, along with the labor that went into it, was able to be a student teacher. Upon seeing her manipulating her element, one of the teachers she was assisting told her of a wicked queen and sent her to the village of Destiny, believing she was one of the Chosen Ones.
Personality: Strong-minded and protective, Luna is not one to take something lying down. Her usualy calm and fairly happy mood changes incredibly, though, upon greeting those who manage to get on her bad side.



Username: Symbolism of Chaos
Name: Kitareu Kumata
Age: 18
Occupation: Chosen One (Wind)
Race: Human


Power: The power to levitate, for a short period of times is his weakest power. He can create strong winds that’ll leave you grounded for ages. He can create whirl winds and uses in-animate objects as a fly around weapon. He can change wind direction, stall ships and create mild wind storms. His strongest power would be the weak aid of telepathy.

Weapon: A unique weapon of sorts. It has a short grip, with eight chain links attached to its base. With the sword itself, it is a thin long blade, three inches up the blade and oval cut takes up most of the blade. The end of the cuts is curved inward with a sharp point, to latch on and tear at the enemy. The tip of the blade curves inward sharply, at a deadly point. The sword is made for long distance combat, for he is blind in his left eye and ways little for speed. Though it is unique, the oval cut makes the weapon weak for short distance combat, and defense for smaller weapons.

Symbol: This symbol is tattooed onto his middle back to the top of his shoulder blades, a miniature version is edged into the bottom of his sword.

Appearance:
Kitareu is tall, skinny, pale young man. He’s 5’10, with a pale skin, covering existing but hiding muscle. He has muscle, yet he’s toned just enough so that it doesn’t show with his bony figure. A black mop of hair falls over his face, a long layered bangs falling over his left eye to hide the scar. His longest layer reaches down to his shoulder, and gradually get’s shorter till it reaches the top. His right eye is a cold silvery blue, the left a deep garnet.
He enjoys wearing intricate clothing, that no one would be caught dead wearing.

Bio: Kitareu grew up your average kid, born from a normal father and mother along with his brother Kasei who died at the age of six from an illness, while in Kitareu’s care. Kitareu’s mother had died giving birth to Kasei, so in Kitareu’s eyes Kasei’s death didn’t mean much. But, it did when his father returned home that week. Angered by the death of his son, he scared Kitareu’s left eye stripping it of most of its sight. Shortly after that Kitareu’s father died of similar illness. Left on his own, he fended for himself in the world using the world problems as an advantage.

He became, a bounty hunter of sorts, using his weapon skills to his advantage to survive in the world. Once, rumor started spreading like wild fire of the new dark queen’s rule, rumors also sprouted of six chosen ones. While on the job, he was appointed to go to the village where they were all supposed to be meeting, his skills were abnormal and they pushed him from there village with an armful of goods for his travel. Shocked at treatment of the town, he decided to go ahead and see what it was all about.


Personality: Kitareu is a smart, logic thinker. Though most don’t trust ‘his’ logic, mostly because he created it. And sometimes this logic gets him into trouble mixed in with his problem of over thinking. He is a quick, on the ball person that takes charge of the situation. He is always up front giving orders rather then receiving them. His temper is short, and will leave you lifeless if you push the limit. Even threw his strong attitude he can still be a good person who likes to make sure people are okay.



Username: [Voracious]
Name: Jordan Dessen
Age: 19
Occupation: Chosen One
Race: Human
Power: Earth control - still minor, may develop as he discovers more about it. Can speak/direct animals that live on land (not fish, and only some birds).
Weapon: A long, heavy, double-edged blade, called Rishaka. It's hilt is an earthy brown, with shimmering emeralds encrusted into the handguard. A decorative marking snakes it's way down the thick, silver blade, identical to the one on Jordan's shoulder.
Symbol: An intricate design found on his right shoulder, oddly identical to the one found on the flat edge of his blade.
Appearance: [x]
Spiky, light brown hair adorns his skull, though he has very little facial hair. He always first appears thin and lanky, though he has well defined muscles hidden in a scrawny frame. At just over 6 feet tall, his slim appearance is only magnified. Jordan's face is almost hawkish, with his pointed nose and chin. He's rarely seen without his best friend, a dog by the name of Serapis.
Bio: Growing up as a merchant's son was never easy; his father was always gone, and with three younger sisters, his mother was often too busy to pay attention to his need for affection. Even if she had, he doubted it would have helped much - what Jordan longed for was the father-son bond that he envied all of his friends for. Around the age of 16, he came across an orphaned pup, and was allowed to keep it. A more loyal companion to Jordan couldn't be found, and the beast helped ease the sting of being practically fatherless. He became a blacksmith's apprentice for additional cash, though he detested being indoors for such long periods of time. In this, his 19th year, he discovered his talent that had been lurking beneath the surface for nearly two decades.
Personality: Defiant and independent, though loyal to the few friends he has. He tends to be quiet and reserved, though harbors strong opinions often kept to himself. He has a high tolerance for most anything, be it pain or anger, though he is not quick to forgive and forget. He'll let things stew inside until he explodes, much like a dormant volcano. He has a problem expressing his emotions to anything human, but enjoys just sitting in the forest and 'speaking' to the trees. ((He's dead, so...))

Username: Garnet233
Name: Viktor McCaine
Age: Twenty
Occupation: Chosen One
Race: Human

Power: Earth control- Can talk and or interact with animals on land[negates fish and water creatures] can also change the shape of earth materials and direct them [rocks, coal, dirt, etc]

Weapon: A long spear looking object of decent weight. Double-edged and colored a dark brown. In the middle of the weapon is a cream colored wrapping where it is held for combat. Very plain yet not to be mistaken for weak.

Symbol: Previous symbol from Jordan Dessen.

Appearance: Viktor stands at a height of six foot two and has shoulder lenght dark auburn hair that lays straight and generally curves the sides of his face. Orbed eyes that rest in almond shapped resses are the a blue-green with golden flecks. Generally he is found wearing black, white, and red as a color ensamble. He knows what is 'expected' of his fashion but hardly listens to the orders of others. Not that he's rebellious, he just doesn't care.

Bio: This man once started as a boy, even though it's hard to believe. He had a family; every normal child's life. After his mother falling prey to an 'unforseen' death things just went downhill from there! For reasons unknown, Viktor murders his father and eldest brother. The reasoning for his break in sanity is never explained up to this point of his life. His youngest brother however, is still alive. The two survinging men however do not speak and have no intentions to. Losing so much so quickly, Viktor was forced to become
self-sufficiant at an early age. His throw into reality has caused some set backs obviously.

Personality: His past being what it is, Viktor keeps himself locked away. The person he shows to the world is self-created. A mask he shows to the world and even to himself. His past is never discussed and this causes him to go into the occasional 'distant relapse' where he will appear absent and distant like he's not really there. Truth being he's not. His body might be standing right next to you but his mind is far off into the past. It usually takes a good bit to bring him back into reality. Forcing himself to supress his past and emotions, he tends to have a problem with talking to 'himself' which is actually his childhood personality. As far as Viktor is concerned his only loyalty is to himself. To fill up all the voids he feels, Viktor is often found courting women like game. He charms like the devil and pretends to love like heaven until he finds himself growing too attatched. Then he leaves like a ghost and moves on to the next town and the next tavern. No one can really say they know who he is. Half the time Viktor isn't really sure himself! The child inside of him his begging to be let out and get back the childhood that was taken from him and the life that Viktor supressed


Username: Kurane Kumiko
Name: Barkheena Shamara
Age: 17
Occupation: Chosen one
Race: Human
Power: Shamara can manipulate, and sometimes even create tongues of flame. Creating fire takes up so much of her strength that she doesn't often use that power. As for how she manipulates flame, she basically can do whatever she wants with small amounts.
Weapon: Shamara carries a scimitar, as she is a calvalryman, with a curved blade of folded steel. Some of her power comes from the blade, but she doesn't often partake of it. She likes to depend on her own skills as a swordsman, and not power that could potentially fail her.
Symbol: Shamara's symbol is that of a single flame enclosed in a circle - this is tatooed to her forehead above her right eye, and also engraved in the base of her blade.
Appearance: Shamara isn't beautiful in the sense of a heart-shaped face or long flowing hair. Her amber eyes, battle-hardened as they are, hide a spark of innocence. Her roughly cut chestnut hair comes just above her shoulders, often hidden in a spiked helmet with a chain mail neck guard. Her skin is deeply tanned and caloused in some places due to her hard desert life. There is something attractive about her, but not in her childish body or face.

Shamara's clothing is simple; she wears a knee-length, sleevless, baggy tunic of white clothe bound by a red silk sash holding her scimitar in place. She wears voluminous pants, also in white, where the hem disappears inside her curly-toed riding boots creating a sort of puff. Over this, she wears a sleeveless jacket of brown hide that comes just above her knees as a sign of rank.
Bio: The name 'Barkheena' is a title. Her father is the late cheif of the Ladaan tribe, and she is his only daughter. She has two big, burly brothers, but she is the oldest and favorite of her father's, so she will take over rule of her tribe. That is, if she proves herself. As a woman, the law states that no female can rule without being proved as good as or better than a man. Thus, when she was found to have the fire mark, she was handed her stallion, saddles bags, and many cheerful goodbyes from her brothers hoping she won't come back.
Personality: Shamara is rather boyish in the way she acts. As she is expected to take over rule of her tribe, she's actually not allowed to learn womanly chores. Out of nessesity, she learned to cook and mend her clothing, but she has very little knowledge in the way of 'barbarian' manners. She follows every rule of desert tact, but she was never trained in the ways of the people beyond the sands. She's very warlike and eager to prove herself, especially because of her young age. She's mature beyond her years and thinks of herself as more than capable. It could be said that she is arrogant, but that would only be half-true.


Username: Golden_Eyed_Saru
Name: Caseil Nitewelle(Casei for friends/short)
Age: 17
Occupation: Chosen One
Race: Human
Power: He holds the power of light. He is able to make barriers and heal minor wounds; if the wound is too big, all he can manage is stopping the bleeding and pain. Casei is also able to call apon light in the dark, making small--or large--orbs that can grow bright enough to light up a large room; though it must stay within contact of his palm at these times.
Weapon: Caseil uses two small dagers that hang at his waist; one for each side. Each contains the symbol of his element on the blade near the hilt. Both were hand made specially by his friend to fit him in both weight and size. The sheathes, plain yet beautiful, each hold the symbol as well and are made out of plain brown leather.
Symbol: .:Symbol:.
Appearance: Caseil has long brown hair that stretches down to te base of his neck, layering any way it likes. It's thin with brown highlights and could almost be counted as a mullet. His bangs are long and are always in his face, covering his pale blue eyes that sit in a firmly defined pale-milk colored face; one that looks as though it's never touched the suns rays. Stretching from the middle of his left eye to his right ear is a small black line, the only thing breaking it is 85 sitting under his right eye. Two small cuff earings sit on his right ear; one on the bottom and close to the top.
Caseil normally goes around wearing whatever he pleases; as long as he's comfortable in it, he doesn't really care what he has on. The only thing he will not go without is a scarf that he keeps tied around his neck at all times. His most recent outfit, though, is a plain brown shirt and baggy dark washed jeans. His hands are covered by soft brown gloves that come up to the middle of his forearm with open fingers.
The back of his right shoulder holds the mark that proves he's light. It is hidden by the scarf he wears; though making the cloth seem as though its main purpose is to hide it for good.
.:Visual Aid:.
Bio: When Caseil was a small boy he had never liked the cold after almost freezing in the snow. He was only 4 and didn't know any better that winter when his parents had gone out and his babysitter had forgotten him. Always having the scarf with him keeps him warm seeing as though it's large enough to unfold into a small blanket.
After that he never liked the snow and would rather stay inside as he watched each year go by with white ground and then fade into green. The spring and summer were always his favourite years. That was the only few months that he got to spend a lot of time with his parents. They were business folks and were usually away on a business trip. He had grown so accustom to having babysitters he had almost forgotten he had parents at one time.
But whenever they did go away on a trip he'd always be at the door, waving and smiling, telling them to be safe and have a good trip. There was one day when he didn't, having slept in late. They never came home. He never found out what had happened to them; no one ever told him. But it didn't didnt matter to anyone else except him. No one seemed to care much. It seemed as though he was alone for the first time. They had died on his 14th birthday, and 3 years have passed since then.
For those three years he had been living with his aunt, a kind old lady who was sister to his father. He had never known about her till then; his dad--or mom-- had never talked about any of their relitaves and siblings. He couldn't see why. His aunt seemed so nice. But when he turned 17, the sweet kind aunt faded and she kicked him out, telling him he could now live on his own and he could no longer stay here. Caseil had always though it was because he looked a lot like his mother, dad's sister loved his mom to pieces. They acted like they were sisters who had grown up together since birth. But he never let that get him down.
He left and went off on his own, looking for jobs and finding one as a blacksmith not too far away. He made his living off that.
Personality: Caseil is one that is not to be messed with when angry, tired, or when it is cold out. He's the biggest, rhetorical brat when it comes to that. He's always making smart remarks at those times, or giving odd looks of mischeif. In all words, it's just better to stay away. But putting that aside, he's really a nice teen who just lives for himself. He's not self in any way, but he wouldn't give up his life for someone else; though he would do all he could. When he isn't in a bad mood he's kind, gentle and always seems to put others first, not saying much unless it's needed or worth while.

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Profiles: ((Villians)) Minions and Marionette Queen


For the minions: PM me a request before a profile, you'll need some info first.

Note: The profiles of the Queen and minions that are posted will be very brief. They're a mystery, so this will be more fun.

Marionette Queen: FushigiNeko
Minion: Arcana Vampire
Minion:[.sAe_FaB.] (With a nice little plot twist)
Minion: Athena_Satov
Minion: Alonthra
Minion: Titanium Claws




Username: FushigiNeko
Name: Dawn Setsuna

Age: 79 ((looks 19))

Race: The closest would be human, except she?s so far into dark magic, that she?s not exactly normal anymore.

Occupation: Marionette Queen

Powers: The queen has the powers of darkness. She can control shadow, traveling through them. She prefers traveling at night, where her powers peak. A special skill, is that she can cause your shadow to move on its own, and even strangle you. She can control your shadows, and if you have special powers, your shadow has those powers as well, only on a very limited scale. Basically, if you had powers to control earth, if she took control of your shadow, she could use your power on a very small scale.

The queen's strongest power resides in the fact that she can control the dead, but how she does it is a mystery. Her puppets seem as alive as alive can be. They can actually bleed, and even think on their own. Her weakness will be revealed at the ceremony.


Weapons: She?s very skilled in almost any type of weapon, but weapons that can be hidden is her prefrence. She likes to make her opponets think on their feet.
((That's all you get. Yes, she has a whole bunch of powers, but it's really six against one, so it's pretty fair.))


Note: The Marionette queen has the power to create puppets, so she'll send out NPCs to interact with us. You are not to control any NPC that the Marionette queen makes, they are hers alone. In addition, your characters don't know if the puppets are puppets, don't just automatically say, "I can see through your disguise". No, that's not fun at all. Unless she gives you a reason to distrust her, you will treat her like any normal rp character.




Username: [.sAe_FaB.]

Name: Meryk Klause

Age: mid-20’s

Race: Immortal Human

Powers: Meryk is rather proficient in using the wind-based rune grafted into his prosthetic arm. Main uses for this rune include launching himself in various directions by placing his hand in the opposite direction he wishes to go and blasting out a quick burst of air. The man has incorporated this ability into his fighting style and constantly makes use of it. The only other thing he is able to do with his rune is lower the temperature around his body, and in the case of being in an extremely humid area, freeze the water in the air into sharp needles he is able to launch at his foe.

Weapon: Wielding a sword that he never uses often raises a few eyebrows among Meryk's comrades. Some think he keeps the scimitar sheathed at his side for show, which is often explained by the large, fanged skull perched at the tip of its hilt. Meryk, has, however used it to duel only one other person - an old friend, and rival — Varden. Meryk's main offensive is the large, black armoured gauntlet always on his right arm — which is actually a prosthetic limb. Within the gauntlet-arm is a retractable scissor katar which can both be used with one blade or three out.



Username: Athena_Satov
Name: Kelkirha Sethi
Age: 438 (looks about 24)
Gender: Male
Race: elf
Powers: some psychic abilities - can read people's minds if he concentrates and can inflict some pain through this ability

Weapon: Long sword with a slightly curved, half-finger width blade; it's made out of a strong silvery-black metal and has patterns of silver on the hilt



Username: Arcana_vampire

Name: Drake Blooded-sword

Age: 81 he looks about 18

Occupation: minion

Race: Shape shifter

Power: Shape shifting and Shadow powers. He can use shadows to teleport himself, he can also separate himself from his shadow making it solid for a limited time.

Weapon: His sword forged for him when he was ten years old. It was made from his blood, a feather from an angel and formed from holy water. It is solid blade of metal, but if you look closely at its surface you can still see the water swirling.



Pet: A dragon named Darkened Skies. The dragon is female and is completely black. Her eyes are the color of Drakes sword. She will do anything Drake asks of her and will do almost anything the marionette queen asks of her. She has a deep violet colored flame. The dragon can change her size from the size that would easily rest on Drakes shoulder to be big enough to carry three full-grown men.


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Name: Monk Kayn’Dar

Age: Unknown

Race: Unknown

Weapon: Sacred Treasures

Powers: Monk is a peculiar fellow. He uses no weapons made of any material found on this world. Instead he uses the weapons forged by the very will that lies within him. His main form of offence is the use of specially forged weapons called Sacred Treasures. The weapons vary in form and size and he has different preferences depending on his current situation. A long raged example, would be one of his favourites, a very large canon that engulfs his hand. The canon fires a large ball at the opponent doing serious damage. For closer range an example would be when a large machete like blade takes over his hand (very large). All in all, he only has about nine Sacred Treasures out of ten in his arsenal, some used for assault while others are more passive. Another power, more deranged than ever is he is able to devour an entire person’s entity, taking over both their mind, and soul, along with any powers or skills that person may have acquired during their lifetime — mind you, they are able to separate from his body, but it is very unlikely.



Username: Alonthra
Name: Gildoram
Age: 146 looks 21
Occupation: Hunter/tracker
Race: Elf
Power: Can bend mists and shadow to create what he calls ghosts. Which take on the exact appearance of almost anything, the downside is that these ghosts make no sound and leave no tracks which some people tend to pick up. He can also use the earth as a mode of transportation by creating an opening and then being pushed along underground until he come to where he wishes to be. It only does not work for him no other can travel with him nor can he bring someone to him by similar means.
His greatest skill though is the ability to see people as they are in the present through small bodies of water such as a puddle or drop of water. This is how he tracks his prey and finds ways of messing with their heads.


Weapon: Katana and tanto, these were gifts from a dark elf/drow whom Gildoram had helped in his travels. They were made with dark fire and as a result the blades have a slight purplish glow to them which is best seen when viewed in near complete darkness. The dark fire strengthens the structure of the blade and allows the wielder to put more power into each blow with less force. Spells of light and lighting weaken the integrity of the blades and can break them with sufficient enough force. However fire, any fire, and wind gives it more power.
The tanto has a hallucinogen laced into the blade which makes the victims worst nightmares seemingly come to life. A small cut is all it takes to get a good amount into the blood stream. A cure is simple enough though to find, and a small cut will only last two to three hours at the most.


Username: Titanium Claws
Name: Abyss
Age: 74
Occupation: Minion
Race: Shape shifter of sorts
Power: Abyss is an extremely mobile and agile being; it is capable of changing the shape of its body rapidly and taking on the disguises of people and animals. Its great control of its body is often how it lures and captures prey, by controlling separated sections of itself. Just as it absorbs emotions, feelings, and sensations, it often emanates feelings as lures or as deterrents.
Weapon: Abyss is its own weapon, however it has the capability to learn how to use other weapons.

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((Same format, and you can chose from these different races: demon, elf, dwarf, and human. Choose a side, you can be an ally to the Queen, or an ally to the choosen. Neutrals are fine. Note: I don’t want any made-ups until all the positions are filled.))

Special Made-Up: This made up is necessary for our rp, so I'm putting her here now. She's going to be our guide for the journey.


Username: SilverHana
Name: Yukiko Matsuei
Age: 21
Appearance: Guide Yukiko is around five feet and four inches tall. She has white hair that reaches to the small of her back, but to keep it out of her way she ties it in a simple bun. Her eyes are a amber colored, reflecting brightly against her pale skin. On her left shoulder is a blue tatoo. The tatoo has no importance. She got it when she turned eighteen to mark her passage into adulthood.
Powers: Levitation and Telekinesis.
Weapon: Bow and arrows. She can also throw a mean punch.
Personality: Often quiet, she watches the interaction of others before talking to them herself, unless spoken to first. She can be a sweetheart, but she will speak her mind when needed.
Bio: Yukiko's parents loved to travel, so by the age of ten she had traveled everywhere there was to travel, because of this she was the perfect canidate for being a guide. She was shocked when she was called upon to be the guide for the choosen


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Username: Oo-Lily Sin-oO
Name: Marie Zeatin
Age:Appears to be around seventeen
Occupation:Babysitter from Hell
Race biggrin emon
Power biggrin ark lightning-a mixture of dark magic and the lightning element. It can be extremely lethal if Marie is provoked enough, but it can take a great deal of energy to commit such an act.

Weapon:A waved katana with Demonic writing engraved along the steel blade. Though this blade is stronger than most metals it can easily loose the will to fight if beaten down. The katana has a will of its own, and if Marie loses multiple times, the katana grows weaker and soon breaks.

Appearance: Marie is not how many would think of a typical Demon. Her waist length hair is a startling white. The hue was truely whiter than that of snow. Normally the demoness lets it hang lazily infront of her face, but it is always well kempt. She makes sure to brush it everyday. The color of her silk locks makes her eyes truely remarkable. A deep blood pool in each socket. Her emotions swim within the iris'. Her gaze is intimidating and dangerous, and does not seem to be very welcomming. Marie keeps herself in check, making sure to look decent.

The demoness is about 5'6" with a toned hourglass figure. The black leather she wears is intended to make that noticed. The sleeves are spagehtti-styled, but flare off her shoulders in stiff spikes. They connect immeadiately into the bulk of the material. The neck-line plummets to the center of her bosoms, showing off a good amount of her cleavage. The fabric surrounding her abdomen is sinched inward with white lace to really aacentuate her small waist. Marie also has on two tight gloves that run up right above up elbow. The white material also outlines the spikey areas around the hemming of her sleeves and the bottom of the shirt. Where her milky flesh would normally be veiwable is covered white a black mesh. This allows others to scan, but it gives her less of the appearence of a slut. The matching skirt is surprisingly short, and could be considered as boy-shorts. They bottom had an eccentric pattern clinging to her bare legs, and behind her was the most fabric avaiable on in her entire outfit. The black silk poked out from her behind, and almost appeared to be a large flock of feathers. It was a lolita style, with teh hemming a deep charcoal with small, white polka-dots. marie also had on black stockings that connected to the shorter part of her skirt, and clung to her muscular legs till they reachd her ankle-high boots.

Bio: She had to admit, babysitting some humans was not exactly her idea of being treated seriously, but the others thought they would need someone with a good idea of how to protect others. So, Marie was teh one Demon chosen to take of care of the chosen. Due to her job, the demoness was supposed to keep her identity under raps from the humans. Marie was supposed to watch and take great care to make sure they did not kill too many, or kill one another for that reason. If something bad were to happen, Marie was supposed to take control of the situation immeadiately.

Ever since the chosens were discovered, Marie has been stealthily tracking them. So far, none have realized her presence, but just to make her identity almost impossible, Marie took a job as a waitress in a local Tavern in Capital. It was close to wear the chosens were currently staying. Also, on her free days, she was able to track the ones whom decided to wander. it was hard for the demoness to keep track of all seven, but she has managed to keep them all safe...for the most part.

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Personality: Marie is brutally honest, and with beat anyone up if they do not listen to her words of wisdom. She is quite the b***h when need be, and will normally keep to herself. Obviously comming into contact with people does not happen too often besides work; at least there she doesn't have to have actual conversations with the customers. If the demoness barks out an order, she expects it completed without anyone judging or questioning her judgement. Marie is stubborn, sarcastic and cold, but deep down she does have an emotion filled soul. When the demoness is cruel, it's mroe of her way of speaking her love for them. Mostly how much she treasures their saftey. So, basically Marie has a problem voicing her wishes of love and joy for others.


Username: Emperor Ran Gara

Name: Gabriale

Age: Er... something or other. Not sure, really.

Occupation: Sitter for the Chosen, from heaven

Race: Angel

Power: With wings, he has the ability to fly. Also has the power of the Will and the Word, meaning that, essentially, if he consentrates, he could (in theory) drop a meteor on a guy. That requiers almost infinate amounts of energy, thought, so he usually does smaller things.
Weapon: Aldur, a sword that was forged by the Archangel to fight the enemies of the Chosen. It augments the Will and the Word and is a sentient blade that likes talking to people.

Appearance: Tall and large; very broad and strong looking. His face has a strange timeless quality to it, with light golden eyes. Has four diffrent wing sets; each one increses the amount of power he's using. I.E.- 1 set- 25% power, 2- 50% power, ect.

Bio: Mostly unknown. All that is really known is the existance of the angels, and that this angel is one of the greatest. His task has been to re-await the coming of the Chosen and to guide them on their quest.

Personality: Mostly laid-back, but rather paranoid about the Chosen and what they do.

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1. Our OOC/Recruitment Thread: ((Please use as soon as you get in. It's so we can hang out, and get to know one another.))
2. We Rebelled Against God and We Found Hell Needs people!
3.The Rose Scholar Academy
4. Law of the Land
5. Butterfly Needs a few more people
6. Another niffy rp that nees people: Advance Literate Elemental RP
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8. Stained Glass Needs People!
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((This will be very amusing...))

Roulette's mind panicked when it felt the first signs of the mental attack. Get out of my mind! She hissed furiously to the elf. She hated mental attacks like that, especially when it caught her unprepared. Recovering quickly from the mental assult, she quickly closed her mind off to mental attacks. Her mind was hers, and she would be able to block people off if she wished.

She reset the ice fortress back in her mind, so if Kelkirha did try something with her again, he'd get a mental image of hundred upon thousands of pillars of ice blocking his way. Of course, due to this technique, she was caught off guard when Meryk attacked. She turned her head when he called her a b***h, and before she knew it, he was in front of her, blades spread wide.

The next events that happened combine sheer dumb luck, a klutz attack, and some dirty play into a slight advantage in her favor. As he tried to slash at her stomach, she mangaged to step back to avoid it, only to trip on a loose piece of stone, and fall to the ground. The luck part was when she fell, he spun around for another attack, and she was out of range, hell, directly below the two-feet blade. She crossed her katanas into an X-position for defense, and sneered at him, while her right foot was planning on moving, "Aw, what a shame," she said looking up at his angry face, "I was hoping you'd be bald after this." With that, her right foot shot up between his legs, right on target to hitting that spot where the "sun don't shine".


[.sAe_FaB.]
| o_O;;; very awkward...very, very awkward. ||

Meryk's eyes flew wide open as she connected with Meryk junior. Immedietly pain shot up through his body, flowing through every tendon, nerve, cell like a river. At the same time the hit made him stop his forward momentum, and directing it upwards, just slightly. With his left hand, he quickly grasped his luggage ( XD ) and directed his blades down as he began his very short descent. After all, he had no where else to go.

"You...b***h," he said through gritted teeth as he forced a gust of wind down upon her frame, an action to keep her from moving from her spot. With his three blades aimed, one on the right, the other in the middle, the other on the left and along side the wind pushing her down, she had little to no means of escape.


Not really insane, but such nice artwork that needs to be noted. Done by Golden Eye Saru.
Link for Picture. .:The Chosens:.||

Kitareu
Sleep was a wonderful thing, but at Kit’s abrupt awakening at yelling, was became a keyword in his life. Grabbing the pillow at his side he mumbled something about killing something and tried to fall back asleep. His head was pounding, a million drums banging inside his head, out of tune and sounding like two year olds were playing them. But the pillow, it didn’t work as the yelling didn’t stop, and it was on his roof. His roof, his property…that was on his property without permission..? He’d kill them, flay them alive, and then throw the skin at the marionette queen when he found her. That sounded good, it sounded appealing, but the only problem that came to his mind, was getting out of the bed.

Wearing nothing but baggy boxers (Did they have those in those days..?) he started trudging up the stairs, and then stopped, he was cold and he wasn’t alone in his house, he had to remember that. Back tracking he slipped on a pair of black pants and slipped on his most dull of clothing, a long sleeved black cotton shirt, with a baggy whit short sleeved top layering it. Trudging up two sets of stairs, he stood grumpily at the root of the yelling. Roulette was yelling or talking but it sounded like yelling about paint cans…and…

“Get.Off.My.Roof.Now…” he ordered the young man, apparently named Drake as he stormed to the window, his eyes b lazing with fury.

“OFF!” he screamed, grabbing an ugly and poorly painted vase off the nearest counter, he through it long and hard at the man.

“Now!”

He reached for another unappealing vase and glared at Drake with sleep deprived, hangover, fury.


Funny stuff

Makes you laugh your head off.

Garnet233
Hearing himself being called a kid, Viktor scowled his face up for a minute "Just who are you calling kid?" Alright, no fighting with a man who is carrying you very high in the air on wings and he can dropp your a** with just a flick of his wrists you idiot..

"Nevermind." He said again. It seemed that was his new favorite word with Gabrielle. That was when he watched the bright light whizzing past his head. Okay, I am so not comfortable being aimed at while I'm in some Angel Baby-sitters arms too high in the air. I want down dammit. NOW.

It seemed his wish was granted when his feet came in contact with the ground. "Stay here?! You just asked me to help you now you're ditching me? It's because I'm the new guy isn't it?"

That's right, you'll always be the new guy.

You know, for a kid you talk an awful lot! Didn't your parents ever tell you children are seen and not heard?

Didn't yours?

Oh, that was so lovely. Real Geinus there. Shut up and let me handle this.

You can't even handle your own mind. Do you think you can seriously defend or attack effectivly?

Bite me you pest. You're just a kid. A kid who talks too much.

And you're the one that talks back to me, yourself.

I'm not you for the last time!

No, I was a boy in scruffy clothes. You're just some pseudo-charmer.

There isn't anything fake about my charm. I created it to get away from you, now leave me alone. I'm busy! Go cry for Daddy.

That finally seemed to shut him up. Viktor turned his eyes up in the direction of Gabrielle. Hearing that whole -you're not getting near the chosen blah blah blah- Viktor rolled his eyes. "I'm not a child!" Thinking about the energy ball, his mind settled on one name. "Oh, that b*****d..." Did Gabrielle know about the foe he was about to face? "Gabrielle, take some caution with that one.."

Damn Monk. You always crash a party.

This time his 'childhood friend' didn't talk back thankfully.


[.sAe_FaB.]
Monk's pink brow quirked wildly high as Abyss grasped a hold of the Water Chosen's face and planted a big wet kiss upon her lips. Placing his index finger on his nose pondering in thought. Why did she always put her mouth on other people when she was in the middle of playtime?

Once again allowing his tongue to part through dull red lips he inhailed deeply before speaking out loud. "Why does everyone put their mouth on yours?" he questioned dumbfoundedly. "Does it make you stronger? Or does it make you a better play pal?" he added hoping to help narrow down her explanation.

A quick striking power surge quickly crossed his mind jolting his attention towards another direction. His brow furrowed, his bottom lip puckered out in confusion. Who had such strikingly large pool of energy? In the distance he could make out a figure suspended in the air a good few feet high. His lower lip quickly sucked in and his normally warm, humble smile crept upon his lips. A better play mate to have fun with!

"I'm going to play with him instead. We can play another time," he paused to glance back at Roulette. Slowly bringing an enclosed fist over his heart he continued on. "Promise," he spoke happily before disappearing in a haze of uplifted dirt.


As fast as he disappeared he reappeared about twenty or so yards away from the sitter Gabriale. Still, with his warm innocent smile plastered upon his face he raised his arm high as the blinding white light took a hold. As the light began to fade a canon was now plainly visible - his favourite weapon, his favourite Sacred Treasure. Lowering the mouth of the canon towards the angel he let loose with a large crackle; a large black ball hurtled itself towards him at a blinding speed. It was easy to dodge at the distance but it was just merely a warning shot to get his attention.


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((You people want random? I'll give you the most random post you've ever seen.))

Shamara had found herself a nice little treat from the vendors coming near the house. One was a sort of sugared lump of fried dough, the other, an extremely bitter red wine. But that was nort to be told to the nomad. She 'hated' bitter wine.

"Yesh yesh, I know you're lonely, but you're a horse." a very cheerful Barkheena was saying to Kalil.

One of three bottles she'd bought of the win was haning from her half-numb hand, the other clutching one of the sweet-doughs. She was drooped over the stable gate, completely unaware of the fact that she was talking to the straw-strewn ground, and that her steed was licking her food periodically. One half-empty bottle she'd already dropped in the stable was now empty. It had landed on its base, and Kalil had taken hold of it. He, too, was very cheerful at the moment.

Shamara frowned.

"Kaleeel, you're too quiet. I'm...I'm...going back inside!"

The Barkheena, self-proclaimed greatest of the Ladaan and feared by many tribes, tottered off, waving to trees she passed and naming them after her brothers. One such 'brother' apparently retorted rudely, for a stream of Ladaan curses flowed from her mouth in reply.

"Aye, that'll shuit you, ya shon of a Dani whore!" was one of the many phrases used. These, however, thankfuly were said in her own tongue.

While she wasn't thinking aboyut it at the time, it was a good thing she didn't have her scimitar. It would have swung itself from her hand and down a well in shame.

One tree she passed must have had some resemblance to Danae, for she stopped to talk to it. For this, she spoke in the common tongue.

"Oh, a war hero are ye? I thought you would. Shay, ya didn't bring a woman home, did yer? 'Cause ah'd...ah'd...What, me, jealoush? Don' kid yersel'..."

She decided that the arborial Danae was no longer interesting, and wandered in the general direction of the manor, presuming she was walking in a straight line.

((Please note that I myself abhor this behavior. I just thought I'd have fun with it. If anyone needs a translation, I'd be glad to give it.))


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((Oh, and Lily, even Marie shouldn't know the Marionette Queen's idenity, just for your information, so when you see Dawn, don't go into killing mode.))

As Elizabeth came running into the room, Roulette turned around to see the little girl.

"Roulette, Luna told me to tell you not to be so loud," the little girl said innocently. Roulette let out a chuckle at that, and then her eyes slightly glinted. Dawn wasn't the only one that was scheming.

"Really? Well Elizabeth, do you want to make Casei and Luna really happy?" Roulette asked with a somewhat evil grin.

"Of course," the little girl said pratically jumping up and down.

"Well, if you call them this, I'll give you a new kitten," Roulette said adding a bribe and whispering a few things in Elizabeth's ear.

"Really? They want to be called that? But why?" the girl asked the blue haired woman.

"Um, well, I don't know. But those affectionate terms really make them want to smile with joy. Now go," Roulette ushered the girl along. Elizabeth rushed out of the room, and back down the hallway to Luna and Casei.

"Oh, Auntie Luna, and Uncle Casei," she said so innocently, and then turned a confused frown, "Auntie Luna, Uncle Casei, are you two married, because usually when I call someone Uncle and Auntie, they're married to each other. So, are you two married, or are you going to get married? Oh, and if you do, can I have a little sister to play with?" The little girl had used the puppy eye look on them both, and radiated with such joy, it would seem a shame to take that away from her. ((Don't you love children.))

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((I love being the creator of this thread, so I can do this, and control setting a little.))

When Viktor fell, the shock of the fall started to get a table vibrating. That table had a vase of flowers on it, the flowers were mostly dead, but the water was still there. The vase rocked back and forth, and the it tipped. Dead flowers spilled out on the table, and a few fell to the ground where Viktor was passed out. Another unforunate thing, the vase had water, as mentioned before, that spilled out as well, splattering all over the Chosen of Earth.

((I am so nice to you all, aren't I? The only one that will be spared is Shamara.))

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"I'll be right back," Roulette said to the small group in her room. She just wanted to clear her head around the house a little. She wandered down the hallway a bit, and found a door slight agap. Now, Roulette, being, well, Roulette, had a bit of fascination with slightly opened doors, so, she, like the stranger that just went it, came in without knocking. The first thing she saw was Kit, in the bathtub, naked. Then she noticed a complete stranger of a woman. Well, you can see how things looked.

"So, Kit," Roulette started out coldly. Then she was fairly angry, but for some strange reason, the anger wasn't directed at Kit. She raised her fist ot the skies once more, talking to another invisble force in the room.

"Do you think this is funny?!" she roared to no one the others could see, "What is it with you and exposing me to male antomy? For Christ's sake, first Drake, then Tyson, and even my instructor? And now, for the grand finale, him! What do you have against me nowadays? Let me tell you something, if you get into another fight with Lucifer, I'm rooting for the guy down in hell, you hear that! Damn you!"

With that, and without acknowledging the stranger in the bathtub, Roulette slamed the door shut, and walked out of the hallway. There was a stranger in the house, Shamara was drunk, Roulette noted, Viktor was out cold and wet, but she ignored all of that and went back to her room.

And then Kit's picture flashed back into her head, and she rememberd catching a flash of white beneath his hair. "Damn it all to hell!" she shouted, slaming the door on her room once more. She sure was yelling a lot today. She began to search for a few supplies around her room, to take care of that eye, or make sure it was going to be taken care of, each day, until it fully healed.


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((Hello everyone, Athena_Stova will be leaving the RP for a bit, but will be returning eventually until than Kelkirha is on a crazy quest))

Off far away from the chosen, hidden in her castle, was Dawn, who looked upon her bare table with displeasure. She had a dire mission, and had take one of her minions away from their main objective tonight. As much as it pained her to do so, she knew it had to be done.

Already she had a minion in mind. Kelkirha, his swordsmanship would prove useful in this mission.

She opened her mind link to him, and her other minions too so they would know why he wouldn’t be helping them. When she felt she had their attention she spoke.

Kelkirha, I have a special mission for you. I seek the Holy Grail, and the purest lemonade, now go find it. You’ll have to go to a foreign land called Britain. The first village you see will have people who are obsessed with accusing young girls of witchcraft. There, you shall meet a man who thinks he is a scholar, ask him to join you. Next, find the knights who say, “Nii.” Be sure to bring them a shrubbery. There is a castle called Anthrax, avoid it, or you may find yourself with a STD. When you reach the rocky mountains, enter “The Cave That No Man Can Enter”, watch out for rabbits along the way. Finally you shall be at Castle AHH, where you’ll find the Holy Grail.

After finding the Holy Grail you will magically be teleported to the Temple of Baaj. You’ll be attacked by monsters, but don’t worry, There are many people there who like to kill these creatures. Over time you will have to join up with a group of people you don’t like, and participate in a sport called Blitzball. In this game you will somehow be able to stand long periods of time without air. You really do not have much to fear until you meet a man named Seymour. No matter how many times you kill him he’ll come back to life, and more powerful than before, good luck with that. Finally. you’ll reach a place called Zanarkand that will be in ruins. The dead will talk to you for a bit, but don’t be alarmed. Oh, and I forgot to mention, you’ll find out how your whole life has been nothing but a lie, but remember, you still have me and the rest of the minions.

After defeating a big creature, you’ll find the purest Lemonade, and be sent home. Did you get all that, Kelkirha?


Emperor Ran Gara
Fast, he thought as the kid ran off aways. He stood straight and faced him. This was the most fun he had had in awhile.

Conversation now? Trying to throw him off, perhaps, but Garion didn't think so. This boy was fairly innocent seeming, once you got past the fighting skill; he was probably just curious. The clap came then and Garions wings folded themselves in front of him, protecting him from the blow.

"No, kid," he said, his voice a light tenor and with a timeless quality that spoke of the Creation, "I'm not much of a human." He held out his hand and used a similar technique of wind, sending the waves out towards the boy.

"I'm an angel, b***h."


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Trudging through the undergrowth of the forest, his cloak snagging on branches, which made it more tattered than it already had been, his boots caked with black mud, his tunic and trousers torn and dirty, Kelkirha looked a state. It hardly helped his case that he was wearing a fowl scowl and his face was streaked with mud, sweat and blood. His right hand held a cup and his left was holding a covering over its brim to hold in the liquid. As he walked with a great sense of injustice permeating his surroundings, he mumbled and mumbled with a resentful tone.

"... life is a lie, my whole life a lie... what is wrong with my life? Of course there's My Lady and the others... And she sent me on this mission! Why, oh why! I nearly died! Again! Why's my life a lie ..."

And so on he uttered his frustration with the world, a rarity from this taciturn elf. Of course, to make matters worse, as he arrived, he walked in on Gildoram getting dressed.

"Akk!" he yelped and spun around to face the other direction. "You should warn people when you're doing that sort of thing!"

((OCC - I'm back... Kelkirha's a bit stressed... xd )


A comic by Kurane Kumiko.

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What happened so far...


Here's a little summary of what happened in the rp. The chosens were tested in a trial that involved corpses and a riddle. The riddle was what creeps on the ground and clings to the pillars. The catch was, all the chosens had to agree on one solution. The corpses were actually illusions that only they could see, but quite real to them. If they didn't get the right answer, they'd all die. So, Jordan got it, it was a shadow and everyone is happy. The high mystic gave some info on what they were doing, basically stopping the queen, saving mankind. To stop the queen, the chosens need six gems of power, each located in a different temple. In each temple, there will be a puzzle, challenge, that all of them have to work together to get through. In each temple, there is one door, that only that respective chosen can go through. In that door is the guardian of the temple, and it's there that one chosen will be tested alone. This part, you get to make up your own guardian and trial. It can be a mental trial, a fight, I don't care. When we get all the gems, we are to go back to the village.

As of right now, we have a guide introduced to us, Yukiko. We are all in the Silver Eagle inn, and we're just begining to wake up. We're going to the big Capital, Terancon today, first, to attempt to ask the king for help one last time. Two minions attempted to pull off a D.I.D. trap, but their plans went slightly off as the chosens arrived sooner than usual with the odds of four against two, soon to increase. The queen, however, has sent two other minions to help them the pervert and the elf out, so a fight is brewing.

The fight is over, Shamara and Roulette are both sligthly injured and such. Now we'll start heading to the capital on horseback. Jordan has died, killed by a minion of the queen. Rest in peace, and now for a new chosen. Enter Vicktor, the new chosen of Earth, who recently just got the mark of the chosen. We got to the city after a few minor events and such.

Roulette dragged the girls off to the Kit Kat Club, and Yukiko dragged the boys by the cuff of their shirts. It's a kind of trend now. Anyhow, they got to the club, "bumped" into the New Earth chosen. To put it shortly, Roulette's symbol burned, she recognized him, and then a bunch of somewhat drunken men pushed all of them inside. Once inside, they settled down, and grabbed a bite to eat. From then, Roulette finds out she has a surprise "fiancee" and the Queen went up and performed, and well, read the rest to find out. It's worth reading.

Chosens and the minions got into a brawl. Nice fight, some "lovely" scences there, and found a little girl, Elizabeth to take care of. They crashed at Kit's house for a bit, and had an interesting time. Everyone woke up to Roulette's screaming at Drake, and funny arguement there. We now have new character, a babysitter from hell sent to protect them named Marie. She's a lot of fun. Now, we have a new minions, so be on the lookout for him as well.

Finally, the Chosens will be moving to a campsite soon, as soon as someone posts. There, several things will happen... ((And Saru got a sex change!))

We have a second babysitter from heaven, give a warm welcome to Gabriale, the angel. Whoot! So everyone's at a campsite near a forest, and we're all getting ready for something, either sleep, or something...yes, I'm very descriptive. So, a few tensions flying around and such, some of the chosens have turned slight tipsy/moody. We went from alcohol to Christmas carols, and just singing in general. A thick fog is rolling in, what will happen?

A fight is out again. Roulette was "scratched" by Gildoram, who has befriended Elizabeth and wants to snatch her way. No, he's not a ***** I don't think, so mind out of the gutter. Kit saw his dead father and went berserk, but was stopped by Roulette. Meanwhile, Abyss, who was Kit's father had its cover blown, so new technique is being used. Gabriale is fighting with Monk, and Roulette is out cold thanks to Abyss. Everyone else should be by the campsite, and Casei and Yukiko just discovered Elizabeth isn't exactly normal.

The Chosens have reached the wind village, to find the Mystic Leiko isn't so nice...Everyone seems to be having mental problems, and the mystic seems to want to enhance them, and she loves torturing the babysitters. The chosens have gone to the wind temple, and before that, Kit saw a twin act of himself put on by Abyss. Lovely start, isn't it? Anyhow, everyone is in the wind temple, that is infested with annoying fairies. The team is spilt up into pairs, and you can guess the pairs, I'm sure. The object is to complete their challenge and get the fan blades that open the door to Kit's own personal challenge. Luna and Casei are dealing with lightning, mirrors, and target practice. Viktor and Shamara have to waltz around death traps. Kit and Roulette are fighting each other, and Kit is fighting yet another version of himself.

The Queen and her minions have gone funiture shopping with, err, various results including a mouse, rope, a tackle glomp by the Queen to Drake, and an impersonation of that act by Abyss. Enjoy the randomness as we continue on!

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The day had started off in a brillant sunrise that Roulette had witnessed. It was something alright, because today signified something of great importance. Today, Roulette would finally reach the village of Destiny. It was early morning, and she was nearing her destination. There, she would learn how to stop this "Marionette Queen" that's been going around distrubing the peace. 'I wonder why the king hasn't taken much action,' Roulette thought to herself. Indeed, the king hasn't called up his army, or done anything to stop this. One must wonder if something's going on. Roulette shook her head, well, if the king didn't want to do anything, she would have to. Of course, according to the villagers, she wouldn't be by herself. There were about five others coming.

She was strolling along a stream, lost in her thoughts. Feelings of doubt, worries, and anxiety were beginning to form in her head. Exactly what needed to be done? A slight breeze blew back her hair, especially the branded strands. The wind also lifted the back of her hair, revealing a blue tear drop symbol on the back of her neck. This same symbol was also on her swords that now lay frozen in a brooch attached to her right hip. On her left shoulder she had swung a large brown bag with a strap around her body. The bag contained most of her items, some food, clothes, money, and medicines. It also held a book or two as well. She stopped for a moment, and went by the bank of the stream. She put her hand into the cool water, and closed her eyes for a moment.

Roulette could control water, but she could also listen to it for information. For example, if a small boat were on a river, she could stick her hand in the river, and be able to determine exactly where the boat was. If a village was near a stream, she could get the general idea of where it was. "Up head, keeping going straight," the water whispered to her. Roulette opened her eyes and continued on her way. 'Straight ahead,' she thought. Sure enough, after 15 minutes of walking, she saw it.

It was a small village, and most of the buildings were huts. There was a shrine built in the center of the village, and simple stands selling goods were scattered throughout the place. Roulette walked in, and the first person she saw was a woman. She looked older thatn Roulette by about 10 years, but she was still quite young. She hand black hair spilling out to her shoulders, and adorned the traditional mystic outfit, a long sleeved white shirt, and a blue skirt that covered all of her legs. On her head was a blue covering that was as long as her hair.

As the priestess looked at Roulette with hazel brown eyes, recognition appeared in them. The priestess gave a small bow, and said, "Welcome Choosen of Water, the Village of Destiny awaits your arrival."

Roulette gave a small bow in return, and spoke up, "Thank you high Mystic, I have traveled for a while to meet you."

"Please, call me Sasha," the mystica replied smiling, "All will be revealed tonight at the ceromony. For now, feel free to explore our village, all food and shelter will be free for you today. I must stay and await the others."

Roulette smiled back, and walked passed her into the village itself. All around her, peasants were bowing, saying, ?Welcome Choosen One.? Roulette sheepishly told them to get up. She didn?t like that kind of attention.

"Please, call me Roulette," she said,"I'm not that different from you, except for the fact that I have a few powers." Despite that, the bows kept coming, so she shook it off. She guessed it was just a sigh of respect for her. She walked to the shrine in the middle of the village. It was small, and made of wood. Its roof was curved out in a triangular fashion. The poles holding it up were painted red, and as Roulette entered the building, the first thing that caught her eye was the altar before here. On a stone tablet the words "Here rests the Seer Vastre" were written. Roulette went down to her knees and bowed to the altar, showing respect for the dead. Then, she got up, and prepared to explore this village a bit further.
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