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 Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2011 7:22 pm
Plot: A vast magical land controlled by an evil overlord.
Rules:
No limit on characters or how many individuals can join.
No sexual graphics
Romance allowed
Disclaimer: I have decided to make this very simple role-play in order for everyone to join in and have fun. Whether you are a good guy or bad is up to your character, the plot is simple so no one feels stressed and we can get back to doing some role-playing in this guild.
Profiles: (Post In Thread)
Character Name:
Talent: (Magical or not)
Weapon: (Keep it in the realm of reality)
Bio: (Will accept small ones)
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2011 7:41 pm
Character Name: Fin
Talent: He can control the currents of wind.
Weapon: Two Red Bladed Swords
Side: Good
Bio: His youngest sister was killed during a raid of his home village and since then he has put forth his effort to take down the evil overlord.
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2011 8:43 pm
Character Name: Saya
Talent: Has the ability to bring forth a flame in her hand from the spark in her heart
Weapon: small daggers
Bio: Raised in the home of an imperial lord serving under the Dark King. Saya has been sent by her father to infiltrate the resistance.
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2011 8:55 pm
Character Name: Vulcan Forge Talent: Vulcan's skill in Fire spells are prolific, and as such tries to stick to it. However, he has a basic grasp on other elementary magic and can dabble a little with other spells as well. He is also an accomplished healer, which could very well be stronger than his control over fire. He is also a scholar in all fields of magic, and has a firm grasp of theories of all fields of magic. Weapon: Vulcan relies on his staff for combat, magical or not. Bio: Vulcan grew up in a very quiet countryside, spending most of his adolescent days helping his blacksmith father. But as he grew, he noticed changes in his body as he was able to make extraordinary things happen. He could have the fire flare up for the forges to produce better metal, he could force the air to stroke the fire, he could chill the water for better cooling of the products. Encouraged by these remarkable feats, he went into tutelage of a renown sage and studied under his guidance. After he had learned all he could, he is on a journey to make a name for himself as a wizard of his own right. Appearance: Vulcan Forge
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2011 8:58 pm
((Like I stated, this is an open story, towns, events and everything is made by you guys. So please feel free to post and everyone following suit. Sorry putting my son down to bed, I will be right with you in a few..lol))
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2011 9:15 pm
((Forgive me if I steal the honor of the first story post blaugh ))
There was a gathering in the a town, just in the corner of the square, as the residents were all gathering from the nearby homes. There was something odd about the crowd. For one thing, everyone seemed to gather in a short moments notice. They were also full of expressions of hope, as they crowded in a haphazard line. But perhaps the most distinguished of all features was that every person in this crowd were in some ways suffering from an ailment.
"Please, ladies and gentlemen! I need an organized line here, thank you! "
yelled a voice in the middle of the crowd.
There in the center of it all, Vulcan Forge was tending to a child who had a severely infected wound upon his knees. His hand hovered above the wound and he was muttering in an ancient dialect that no one could quite make out. And as he did so, a glow was emanating from his palm, erasing traces of the wound as if he was sweeping away dust upon the floor.
"Thank you, sir! Thank you!" The child's mother repeated and tried handing him a basket of apples in gratitude.
"Please, Ma'am. I can't accept this."
"I insist, sir. Thank you again."
Vulcan reluctantly took the basket and bowed to her and patted the child on the head.
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2011 9:26 pm
(Not far behind you and before Evan razz )
Fin had hardly slept the night before, attempting to find new recruits for the resistance without being found out was like hunting a Fire Snake. He sighed as he reached the edge of a nearby merchant, he had only came to the town the night before and he wasn't well enough known within the resistance as someone to be noticed. Noticing people rushing forward towards a large group of people gathered around something. He raised an eyebrow, arriving just in time to see a type of wizard healing some child's wound. Fin raised up on his toes to view over the other individuals in the crowd. He watched as the woman gave the magic man a basket of apples, he couldn't help but scuff at the scene. The man was likely a con-artist, someone who had paid the mother to pretend her child was in trouble.
Dropping back down, he turned on his heel and went to leave the group, but collided with a larger body. Glancing up as his face roughed itself against the larger man's shirt. The man was at least twice the size of Fin and he couldn't help but notice that he was built from working on a nearby farm. Fin smiled weakly, and backed away, however the larger man seemed much more interested in the wizard then him, and Fin made a silent slide out of the crowd and rushed towards a bench and took a seat. He sighed deeply, for a moment he thought those might be royal soldiers. Sitting there, he decided it best not to draw attention to himself.
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2011 10:04 pm
It was then that a man who was dressed in an ornate suit pushed through the crowd forcefully, and the people yielded to his demands. It was clear this man was a rich and powerful man.
"Out of my way, you scoundrels!" He barked, and the crowd instantly parted for him to continue. The man stood in front of Vulcan and looked down upon him.
"I hear you are a magician of some sort, who has a knack to heal people! Well, I am suffering from an ailment myself, and would like you to help me."
Vulcan did not like the airy attitude of the man nor his presumptuous words, but conceded for the moment.
"I am sorry, but you will have to wait. I can tell you suffer from an illness that resulted from your promiscuous behavior, and I am sure I could help you after more urgent people are tended to first."
The man flushed with rage, with his dignity attacked by such scandalous comment, but unable to deny it, for it was exactly such disease he needed healing from.
"How dare you!" he bellowed in outrage.
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2011 10:05 pm
Character Name: Aiden Tolan
Talent:
Stealth
Projectile weapons
Close range combat
Weapon:A wide array of projectile weapons hidden in various places.
He is also aided by a beast that closely resembles a miniature griffin.
Bio: An accomplished assassin. He currently works for the overlord to eliminate targets of his choice.
Appearance: 
((Drats!!! Beaten by Hokyo...))
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2011 10:33 pm
((Ahhhh I hope this character is okay. D:> I haven't used my main character in SO long. D': I edited her story around though to fit the main point of this thread. biggrin
Also, I'll start posting later tomorrow. I just noticed that it's 1:30 am (whoops) and I have to get up for work in 9 hours to work a 7 hour shift. Sooooo yeah! Will post more later on today ('cause it's 1:30 AM, get it? *shot*). ))
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Character Name: Siofra
Talent: Controlled transformation.
Weapon: A deep blue colored sword that's slightly curved at the tip. The edge and tip of the blade is made of sharpened diamond, meaning it never dulls and is almost impossible to damage. The hilt of the blade is black with thin gold etchings of vines embedded into it. Along the center of the blade are vine like etchings of diamond coming from the hilt to an inch and a half from the hip. The blade was given to her with the legend behind it that whomever the blade kills, it's soul is destroyed. However, she has yet to see any magic come from the weapon, and finds this legend to be a myth.
She also has a pet raven named Guntram, which means "War Raven". The crow has had many spells put onto it so that it lives longer, flies further, and is more intelligent in speech. However, it rarely finds the need to talk at all and prefers to sit in the trees and hunt until called upon by Siofra. Every night, however, it flies to her and perches on her shoulder to whisper news it has learned into her ear.
Bio: Bitten in 1413 at the age of 32, this woman terrorized the land for decades until she was finally apprehended by a group of people who have learned to control their savage transformations and bloodthirsty rampages. It took almost a decade to get her to finally control her werewolf transformation and a few years longer to finally control her animal-like urges such as losing control of her anger or starting fights for dominance. When the dark overlord suddenly came to power, she was only slightly effected by it. The order of werewolves had to go into hiding, but some refused and started to build a city as far away from the center of the overlord's growing domain.
She hasn't really taken a sign yet, but she has taken up a minor job as a bounty hunter. She prefers the hunt rather than the money. However, she charges quite a bit, and will only take a job if it sounds exciting enough. It is a little difficult to come into contact with her, and one of the best ways is to search around for either clues, or bribe/interrogate a salesman or corrupt landlord, since both pay quite a bit in order to diminish competition.
She'll take any bounty, for either side, as long as it's exciting enough.
Appearance:
((Since I can only draw animals, I have drawn a portrait of her werewolf form. She stands on two legs, but her front arms are long enough to run/walk on all fours. Her muscles are very pronounced in a thick coat of fur. Also, you can not see her breasts in this form, female werewolves are flat chested like the males but you can noticeably see the difference between males and females by their body structure. On all fours she stands at 5 feet, but on her back legs she stands close to 10.
Her human form only stands at 5' 6" with slightly wavy dirty blonde hair and winter gray eyes. She normally wears black, since she does a lot of walking at night, but if she were to walk in the day she would wear normal civilian clothes. One giveaway though, in the daybreak or twilight hours, or in certain dim light, her eyes reflect like little orbs around her pupils (just think of taking a picture of your dog/cat in the dark when the flash goes off). Hence, she wears sunglasses during the later hours of the day, although she does have some trouble seeing. Also, she has a terrible bite mark on her left elbow, which is her curse mark given to her by the creature that infected her. ))
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2011 10:34 pm
Fin had taken to stretching on the bench he was resting on. His body was stiff from all the activity he had recently done. He couldn't help but wonder where he might find people to join the resistance, however that wasn't the only problem. He glanced up when he heard a loud voice and noticed that the wizard was being bothered by some rather large man. Though the wizard brushed off the man's importance, Fin found this rather amusing. Sitting up from his seat, he moved to the edge of the bench and looked onto the scene that might just unfold. Both his hands resting on the edge of the bench, and he was slightly leaning forward. Sitting like this would likely draw attention, but to him at that moment it was more interesting to see what would happen with the crowd.
((Of course your character is cool! This is just a good warm up role-play, and its more amusing to see where people will take all of this razz ))
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2011 10:44 pm
Character Name: Artura Leon
Talent: Artura is an accomplished sword fighter, and when her condition is exceptionally good, she is able to fire a blast of energy from the swing of her blade.
Weapon: Her sword.
Bio: Although Artura is a woman, she was raised along with her brothers to honor the code of the knight, and to equally hold her own in a battle. When she reached an age of seventeen, her village was raided by the overlord for rebellious behavior. Artura was the only one to survive the wreckage, as she was presumed dead when a burning house crumbled down on her while she tried to save a trapped child. She could not reach the girl in time, and only barely escaped with severe burns to her back. She has since sworn vengeance upon the overlord.
Appearance: 
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2011 10:51 pm
"May I be of assisstance, good sir?"
A chilling voice emanated from the back of the crowd, and the instant people saw who it was, they scattered clear of the area.
Aiden's reputation as a violent man, and his service to the ruling class of the lands was infamous. No doubt he had heard one of his client was having trouble and came to aid... for a price, of course.
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 12:52 pm
Fin leaned forward at the approach of yet another new person. His eyes focused on him for a moment and noted that people were backing away from him, he must have been someone to fear. Yet Fin could not help lick his lips a bit, his hands tightening around the end of the bench. Though when he recalled that he was getting worked up on nothing, he took a deep breath and leaned slightly back, keeping his eyes on the focus in the group.
Though after a few seconds he lost interest and glanced around him, everyone was so busy with paying attention to the current dealings that they were not watching their produce. Reaching out he picked an apple from the closet barrel and took a bit into it, leaning back resting himself on one arm and eating the apple with his other he continued to watch. Though at the current moment he wasn't all that impressed, a wizard that was likely a con-artist and a young boy who people seemed to fear. How amusing this day was turning into.
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 8:48 pm
Vulcan looked at the man who had newly appeared. Obviously this man had a frightening reputation from what he could gather from the crowds dissipation.
"There's not much you should concern yourself about, sir. I would advise you not to bother yourself with such a trivial matter."
Vulcan retorted to the man. It was only then that he noticed an odd feature of the giant bird resting on the man's shoulder. Or rather, to Vulcan's astonishment, it was a tiny griffin.
"you....you do know that's a species restricted by the council of magical affairs against domestication, do you not?" he inquired.
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