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look,Acirema has died and the battle tavern or whatever is no more... lotiomon never really moved forward very much like paul and i wanted to do.....
ITS TIME FOR SOMETHING NEW!!!!!!

*im just bored please someone think this idea is cool, its the only one i got*

Ahem *Spork Warstm*

backround:

enter the world of Ware, an age old continent of beauty, culture and.... war. big time.

Ware is divided into many clans and subparts,each with a designated leader and diplomat. these courageous souls are designated to hold together as much peace as possible.

that is, until every single one of the leaders die mysteriously.
coincidence? never.

enter the evil warlord Weh-Pon, intent on destroying the entire continent.

out of the ether resistance will rise, but against who?


RULES:

*each clan in Ware holds a different kitchen utensil holy. this stretches to eating, social life, the personality of an individual, and even tools of war.
no normal weapons exist , except to Weh-Pon, but his are horrible evil things that curse the very weilder.

*your weapon is your soul, once you choose your world there is no going back.

*try to stay in character
(()) or [] when youre not.

*be literate! if you cant write in normal sentences or use your words, shove it and pretend like you can [you dont have to go to the perfect grammer extreme,but... yeah.]

*try to keep with whatever story this actually happens to follow

*Post a bio before you go any further

*btw*

im so sorry, i forgot to put what would be good for a profile. i was going to put my own up as an example, but i was really tired so i fell asleep.


Hence:


Usernmame:

Name:

Age:

Weapon:

Personality:

Appearance:

Abilities:

Further Info:




Different utensils and the types of people that go with them:




THE FORK

People of the Fork country are straight out, get-it-done people. they always think best in the moment, better at making good decisions when they need to think quickly. best for battle. although they are good with a faster pace, these people have a tendencey to try and rush through everything, they just want to move to the next thing.
in battle they are aggressive, jabbing through thier enemies with great speed.

they are usually dressed well. in the family life, the head female of the house is usually adept at many different weaving techniques, because over the years they have learned many useful ways to use thier giant forks.

the biggest ability associated with forks is a kind of super-speed. NOT teleportation. but they can move twice as fast as others.



THE SPOON

In a way, they are opposite forks because they are a mental type of person. they are good at thinking out things and make amazing tacticians. nine times out of 10, you would see a spoon with thier face in a book rather than training thier combat skills.

they are also very emotional people because as children they are taught that every function of the mind is highly important and to learn more about other people, they must first master the art of listening to thier own feelings.

they are adept at magic because they have the extra smarts to learn it, however they also make very good generals and commanders because of thier ability to direct others and make the best decisions.

THE BOTTLE OPENERS

the bottle openers are the trickster group,the thieves and entertainers.

they are raised to be good at conning people,but at the same time to value they're family and friends,they are generally carefree and like to have fun. Bottler openers do not like to kill.Although they generally like to work things out with words the bottle openers are also skilled fighters,using their agility to confuse opponents during battle.

Because of their inate abilities, bottle openers are super agile, and cancling to walls

THE PEELER (restricted class OFF LIMITS)

The Peelers were very mysterious when they were around, and now that they have seemed to have dissapeared, they are even more.

Generally a nomadic people, the peelers lived off the land, using everything at their disposal. They develope a synch with nature when they are very young, and quickly learn to idetify plants and animals.

No one knows why they dissapeared, and the only surviving Peeler on current record is Fallow of the Woods. Deadly in both ranged and melee combat, theis lone Peeler is still a force to be reckoned with.

*COMING SHORTLY* (but you can still choose to be one)

THE KNIFE

THE SPORK

THE SPATULA

THE WISK

THE LADLE

Oh, and if you want to be a untencil (shut up, I know I can't spell) that's not on the list, talk to the creator of this rp. Please have the name of said kitchen implement, and a bio like those above ready. If you would like you're race to be one of a kind (like the Peeler) please mention that too.

(("your weapon is your soul, once you choose your world there is no going back."
sounds pretty poetic..non? xd ))

username: flieshateme

Name: Fallow (of the woods)

Age: Not currently known (but maybe if you ask nicely...)

Weapon: The last know wielder of a Peeler

Personality: Distant, many would say uncaring. But in truth, she has been a loner for so long she doesn't need anyone else. Fallow gives of the impression of being cold and possibly even heartless, but it may be that she just doesn't let anyone get close enough to tell otherwise.....

Apperance:


So, kinda like this, with a few alterations. Her hair is so long that although she constantly has it in a high ponytail, it falls at least to her waist, and farther if it is let down. Her eyes are the same color as her hair. And she's reallllly pale.
(BTW, her clothes aren't nessecarily that skimpy. She makes her own garments, and can alter them very easily to fit the situation, whether its adding layers, length, or taking it away....ect.)

Abilities: Fallow can use her Peeler in both melee and ranged combat (pics of the peeler coming soon) She knows the properties of almost every plant and animal she's come in contact with, as well as being able to communicate and cooperate with animals with some ease.

Backstory: Fallow, it has been said, is the last Peeler, the sole member if an otherwise extinct race. Not much is know about her past, and you certainly can't just ask her about it.

It is rumored that she has lived in the forest for many a year, and being such, she does not take anything for granted. She uses all reasources available to her, quite often in ways unconventional in the eyes of others. She has not appeared to be present during the recent events of Wey-Pon's takeover, but somehow feels that it is her duty to bring order back to what has now become chaos.

With unclear motives, and as even unclearer history, Fallow remains a mystery that may or may not be unravled.

"Oh, not much..." the guard grinned again. "If you tell me what I want to know."
"I don't know what you're talking about." Fallow said, forcing her voice to stammer. She needed the guard to be a bit closer....

The guard began to undo his belt as he stepped closer to her. "Maybe this will change your mind then...."

"What?! What are you doing?" Fallow screemed.

The guard laughed and stepped forward.

Fallow through her weight back, flipping the table back on it's stand, catching the guard under the chin with a sickening crack. Upside down, Fallow called out to the prison rats that were waiting in the walls. At her call, they came out, and quickly gnawed thorugh her restraints.

Landing softly on her feet, and massaging her wrists, she bent over to examine the guard. He moaned softly. Without hesitation, she grabbed the guards head, and twisted it deftly, snapping his neck with a sharp *CRACK*.

Taking the keys from his belt, she turned to the rats, and asked the location of the weapons storage room. The rats gave her the location, and she thanked them. Without another word, Fallow snuck out into the dungeon hallway, making her way to the storage room.

"come on guys!!!!" Domitan sighed as he was dragged into a cell by his hair. "WHy would you arrest a harmless guy like me?"

"YOU've had it coming for a long time" one of the guards smirked. "i hear you've been causing Lord Weh-Pon quite a bit of trouble keeping commoners in line."

"What can i say boys?" Dom laughed. "Its the start of a revolution!!!"

he was answered with a blow to his side doubling him over.

Fallow heard voices coming from around the corner, she had to act fast. She pushed off the wall to her left, than to her right, and then whe was hidden in the shadows of the ceiling, strecthed across the narrow hallway, the keys clenched in her teeth.

((thank you))
"Nee ta ma duh. Tyen-shia suo-yo duh run doh gai si."Riley cursed"fine lets go get it"