Setting:
The setting is in the lands of Niloa, now overshadowed by the lords of Darkness. The skies are forever darkened by clouds of evil, and almost everything is corrupted by darkness. It has been this way for almost five years.
Towns used to be scattered throughout Niloa, but there are now only seven left which take refuge in the forest, the only place left to be conquered by the Dark Lords. The main one is in the middle, surrounding a single, tall tower: the Temple.
The Lait Forest covers much of the center of the island, a part even reaching out to touch the coast.
To the North are The Deadlands which is now a poisonous bog where the very touch of the water would melt your skin off. It was once green fields with endless seas of flowers and crystal-clear lakes every few miles, but has obviously been tainted by the Dark Lords' presence.
To the East, in the Dragonspine Mountains, dragons are rumored to live. Most suspect that if they do exist, they are evil, and under the control of the Dark Lords. There are a few optimists that believe that dragons are good creatures at heart, and could help greatly in the rebellion against the Dark Ones.
To the South, the farmlands of Imald are now ashes. This is the place the production of Undead under the Dark Lords occur. Before the darkness came, the farmlands always bore fruit, grain, vegetables, and any other food that could possibly be grown on Niloa. There were also many animals. Now, what could be salvaged of the animals and vegetation are in the town surrounding the Temple.
The rest of the island is covered in sparse, dry grass.
Story:
The Dark Lords now control the world of Niloa under a shadowed fist. Will you answer the call for heroes to get your world back, or will you further their plans and doom the denizens of Niloa to the Dark Ages? It's completely up to you.
The High Priest of the Temple has sent a summons to the six remaining towns in the forest, as well as spread the word around the town around the Temple. He is asking for the very best of their kind (warriors, sorcerers, etc., even types such as thieves) to go on a quest for a number of items that will be found around the island. He will reveal what these items are when they have gathered. Once they have collected the items, the High Priest will use them to make a portal to the realm of the Dark Lords. Once opened, the group will go in and wage a small war against the Dark Ones.
Sound simple? That may be, but it won't be easy.
(This plot was not thought up by me. I adapted it from another roleplay I was in. Also, although the people who join the group are supposed to be the best of the best, they don't have to be, they just need a good heart. And even if they are, please don't make them too over-powerful.)
The setting is in the lands of Niloa, now overshadowed by the lords of Darkness. The skies are forever darkened by clouds of evil, and almost everything is corrupted by darkness. It has been this way for almost five years.
Towns used to be scattered throughout Niloa, but there are now only seven left which take refuge in the forest, the only place left to be conquered by the Dark Lords. The main one is in the middle, surrounding a single, tall tower: the Temple.
The Lait Forest covers much of the center of the island, a part even reaching out to touch the coast.
To the North are The Deadlands which is now a poisonous bog where the very touch of the water would melt your skin off. It was once green fields with endless seas of flowers and crystal-clear lakes every few miles, but has obviously been tainted by the Dark Lords' presence.
To the East, in the Dragonspine Mountains, dragons are rumored to live. Most suspect that if they do exist, they are evil, and under the control of the Dark Lords. There are a few optimists that believe that dragons are good creatures at heart, and could help greatly in the rebellion against the Dark Ones.
To the South, the farmlands of Imald are now ashes. This is the place the production of Undead under the Dark Lords occur. Before the darkness came, the farmlands always bore fruit, grain, vegetables, and any other food that could possibly be grown on Niloa. There were also many animals. Now, what could be salvaged of the animals and vegetation are in the town surrounding the Temple.
The rest of the island is covered in sparse, dry grass.
Story:
The Dark Lords now control the world of Niloa under a shadowed fist. Will you answer the call for heroes to get your world back, or will you further their plans and doom the denizens of Niloa to the Dark Ages? It's completely up to you.
The High Priest of the Temple has sent a summons to the six remaining towns in the forest, as well as spread the word around the town around the Temple. He is asking for the very best of their kind (warriors, sorcerers, etc., even types such as thieves) to go on a quest for a number of items that will be found around the island. He will reveal what these items are when they have gathered. Once they have collected the items, the High Priest will use them to make a portal to the realm of the Dark Lords. Once opened, the group will go in and wage a small war against the Dark Ones.
Sound simple? That may be, but it won't be easy.
(This plot was not thought up by me. I adapted it from another roleplay I was in. Also, although the people who join the group are supposed to be the best of the best, they don't have to be, they just need a good heart. And even if they are, please don't make them too over-powerful.)
Name: Zavani Ti'Lenz
Age/Gender: looks 18 (is really 47)/F
Race: Drow
Weapons (if any): A two-and-a-half-foot staff made of dark-purple wood with two blades, one on each end, about one foot long each. They are made of purple-tinged steel, and have identical swirling patterns.
Description: She has black skin that is slightly tinged purple and crystal-purple eyes. Her hair is as white as moonlight, as straight as a moonbeam, and goes to her lower back. She is 5'7", and slightly muscular, but has a very feminine body.
Clothes: She wears a sleeveless, black leather top that ends at the bottom of her chest above her waist. Her pants are also black leather and very low (like hip-huggers). Her boots are the same color and material, and go to just below her knees so she can bend her legs. They would go above her knees, but she folds the tops over.
Other (optional): She is a bit odd to other Drows, as mostly males use weapons and females use magic. She still can use basic Drow magic like most males, even though she wasn't trained in it like her sisters. Also, most Drows can't stand the Sun, but she doesn't mind it. She still prefers the shadows, though.
Her people used to live in a large mountain cavern in the Dragonspine Mountains, but had to flee when the Dark Lords took over. Although the Drows tend to have a darker nature than most other races on the island, they weren't evil like the Lords. A few joined the Dark Ones, however. They made a small village at the edge of the forest, knowing those in the main village would not feel comfortable with them around, and could even attack them. Zavani did not stay in her village; instead she wanders at the edge of the forest killing the Dark Lords' minions, or goes to the main village to rest and restock her supplies.
Name: Tehrlu Inobri
Age/Gender: 18/M
Race: Human
Weapons (if any): Two simple daggers, one on each side of his belt.
Description: He has tanned skin and forest-green eyes. His hair is brown, shaggy, and short. He is 5'8" and lean, a body toned to be able to manage quick getaways.
Clothes: He wears a light doublet that is dark green over a mint green poofy shirt. His pants are also dark green and tucked into his short, brown boots. He has a brown belt in which he tucks his daggers, and hidden pockets on the inside of his doublet for his loot.
Other (optional): Tehrlu is a thief. A very good one, in fact. But sometimes he just doesn't realize that he's stealing from the wrong person. One night when he was walking casually to a seat in a bar in the main village, he was picking the pockets of drunks sitting along the bar counter. Not caring how drunk they were, he stole from anyone, including a female Drow. She immediately grabbed his hand, squeezing it so hard he thought she might break his fingers, until he let her gold fall back into her hands. Deciding he liked her and would be her guide, he sat next to her and commenced with buying her drinks. After all, he could always steal more money if he ran out. She was very annoyed with him at first, but after a few more days of his badgering, they became friends of a sort. She calls him "Terry" as a nickname, and although she always tells him not to, he calls her "Zavi".
Since he is such a good thief, Tehrlu believes that women find him irresistible. He gave up a long time ago with Zavani, about a year ago on the night he met her. Even though she advises him not to, he chases after almost any woman that he sees. Zavi often gets angry with him, but Tehrlu brushes it off like a sibling would another sibling's yelling.
Name: Tkeyah
Age/Gender: 18 F
Race: Human
Weapons: She carries a small flute made of dark obsidian. Using the summon magic that she possesses, she can call upon the spirits of ancient beasts of legend with her flute.
Description: She is about 5' 8", extremely thin and sinewy, has very dark, almost black, skin, dark brown eyes, feathery black hair down to her shoulders.
Clothing: She wears no shoes, a dried grass skirt, thick wooden necklaces (like an egyptian wesekh) covering her chest, long black fingernails, and assorted beaded jewelry with black feathers. Her body is covered in circular designs of tribal paint.
Other: Tkeyah comes from a small but revered tribal village that used to exist in the area of the Deadlands. Her village, the Botkitswa, is linked to a deep magic of spiritual animal guardians. Upon turning 18, each member is required to take a Swa-Riik, or pilgrimage, to find and retrieve 18 animal spirits, one for each year of their childhood. Tkeyah is now on her swa-riik and has awakened 8 gaurdians, her first and favorite being a raven that can foresee the future.
Unfortunately, when the Dark Lords took over and poisoned the Deadlands, the entire population of the Botkitswa was nearly wiped out. Forced to relocate, they are currently taking refuge in the outskirts of Lait Forest.
Name: Salvatore Diagarr
Age/Gender: 19 M
Race: Human (Darkling)
Weapons: Salvatore weilds a long sword with a blade of steel and a hilt of dark, jagged onyx. A strip of marbled red onyx is forged down the middle of the blade, investing in it dark magical powers.
Description: Salvatore is 5' 10'', thin, but strong and muscular. As a result of the physical and mental torture he has endured at the disposal of the Dark Lords, his body and nerves have hardened to a point of nearly total unfeeling. His eyes are like swirling, liquid, silver clouds, and his skin is a deathly pale. If one were to look beneath his clothes, which he never allows, they would see that his body is covered in strangely-patteren scars. His hair is black and silky, and in an odd style. At the front near his face his hair looks as if it has been hacked away at untidily, so that it falls in strands over his eyes, but towards the back his hair is in several long, thin braids that grow all the way to his lower back and end in black and red onyx beads. His face is nearly always set in emotionless grit.
Clothing:Underneath a longsleeved black hooded cloak, Salvatore wears a silver chain mail vest over a black longsleeve shirt. He also wears black serpent-hide boots and black breeches and elbow-length, serpent-hide fingerless gloves. Around his wrists are clamped iron shackles, symbols of his eternal imprisonment to the Dark Lords. His clothes are of the highest quality, masking the worthlessness of his soul.
Other: Slavatore remembers nothing of his birth or origin, only that of his dark childhood in the command of the Dark Lords. Made to believe that he was born from the brimstone of a volcano in the Oragonspine Mountains as the embodiment of the evil from the Underearth, he accepted this as truth. Locked into a cruel fate, he serves the Dark Lords with unchosen loyalty. He has no free will, as he has never tasted freedom, nor anything else besides the grinding pressures of their heartless control. His obedience stems not from fear, but from the constant beating of evil ideals that he has learned to accept as reality.
Name: Jabari
Age/Gender: 79 (dosen't seem to 'age' as fast as a human)/M
Race: Toad Demon
Weapons (if any): He proclaims himself to be a master of alchemy, and has tattoed transmutation circles on his forehead and on all three of his legs. He uses his back leg to transmute water, his front two legs to transmute metals, and the one on his forehead is adorned with a crest of flame which allows him to utilize flame alchemy. He almost never fights hand-to-hand, but, if he must, he will transmute a double sided spike mace to wield with his mouth.
Description: He resembles the mythical three legged Chinise money frog. (shown here:http://www.mountainvalleycenter.com/store/images/gmfrog.jpg) Always has several cloth satchels on his back in which he carries his transmuted coins. A deep bottle green color, his eyes are a bright red, the same color of his tongue. His claws are a golden color, an he covers himself with gems and rhinestone jewelry around his thick, powerful legs.
Other (optional): Somewhat arrogant, he still is nice enough to be around. He is very wise and can be very heroic at times. He is rather miserly, and does like to part with his coins, even though he could always transmute more and already is quite wealthy. As a young demon, he pledged he would learn the secrets of alchemy, so he left the foret and honed his skills in the Dragonspine mountains. He claims to have known a dragon personally, but this is probably all talk.
Name: Darius
Age/Gender: 21/M
Race: Human
Weapons: Two long, cutlass like blades that are a deep blue. He keeps in ebony sheaths that hang at his hips, one on each side. They are very sharp, and can cut through almost anything. They are also thin yet strong, and he can slip them between the aromor plates of an opponent. He is also an expert marksman, and he prefers exotic projectiles such as shurikans and throwing needles, which he keeps on his belt. He is a decently skilled martial artist and has some acrobatic skills.
Description: He has jet black hair done up in a small braid that goes to the nape of his neck. His eyes are a bright blue, and he has tan skin. He wears a steel breast plate under his flowing with cloaks. When he is going into a serious battle, he puts on a helmet crested with a blue gem. He wears white baggy pants and blue boots..
Other: Spends his time hunting down the Dark Lord's minions and plundering there bases for profit.
Name: Mesalo
Age/Gender: unknown (was a child when he was found thriteen years ago, but he still looks like a kid)/ Male
Race: fairy (darkling)
Weapons (if any): He is a dark sorcerer, and knows several spells. The most primary is 'derkana', which causes dark purple lightning to shoot from his fingertips (like force lightning from Star Wars). He can also summon a giant black spirit bat the size of a large horse, which he calls 'friend', from inside of his body to use for transportation.
Description: The size of a small child, he is only 3'10''. His jet black hair is done in a shaggy bowl cut and his rather large eyes have black, slightly hexagonal irises with dark purple pupils. He also seems to not feel the need to blink, and when he does close his eyes it is for long moments. He wears a black cape and vest with a shirt underneath. He wears straight black pants with purple shoes that have slightly upturned toes and purple gloves, which he takes off whenever performing a spell. He is extremely pale and expressionless, and he seems to emit an ominous aura despite his small stature.
Other (optional): A very loyal darkling, he is slightly more high ranking than most other minions. He is mainly sent on reconnasiance missions and assaninations, which he hasn't needed to do ever since the Dark Lords took complete control over the realm. He loves working for the Dark Lords and takes great joy in commiting evil deeds.
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Name: Clint
Age: 24
Race: Human
Weapons (if any): Multiple daggers hidden all over his body, a bow and arrows, and a short sword hanging on his right side
Description: (7'4" tall) He is of average build, no excess body fat, mostly toned muscles, not buff. His skin is a pale white color, but it's not that extreme that it makes him look like a ghost. His hair is cut short and is arranged in a messy, scruffy manner. It is a firey red color. His eyes are a bright, bouncy light brown color when he's happy. They change colors depending on his mood.
Clothing: Wears no armor on his body unless he knows that he's walking right into a bloody masacure, which is mostly never. A faded, dull grey, long-sleeved shirt with a dark maroon tunic over it. The image of a dragon is imprinted on the front in dark brown. Wears tan breeches and knee-length socks in the color of maroon. His shoes are simple, common boots that are sold at almost any vendor. All of his clothes is worn out and slightly dirty.
Other (optional): Clint has no recolection of his childhood, who his true parents are, and what his real name is. He is well known as a mercenary for low pay, but will get the job done quickly and effectively. He enjoys his work, but really wants to be a blacksmith and invent new things to help people. Clint is somewhat of a womanizer and gives his loyalty to very few. He doesn't have a home and wanders around all of the place. He is also very intelligent, good at socializing, getting out of tight places, and remembering information.
Name: Patricia (Patrick)
Age: 17
Race: Human
Weapons (if any): Two skimitars, she holds on always while the other is slung across her back. (A sharp blade about a foot long at the end of a smooth, metal pole that is about 5'6" long)
Description: (6'3" tall) She is a muscular girl who has rather seductive curves. She has "yellow" color skin with a mild tan. Her purple hair is cut in a boyish-sort short style. She also has long bangs that slightly cover her eyes most of the time. Her eyes are a baby blue color and a determined.
Clothing: Except for her balck boots, she is covered head to toe in purple clothing. She never wears armor for it is rather uncomfortable for her. She has a small gold hoop earing in her left ear. She also wears two bangles, both on the left arm. One is sparkling crimson red while the other one that is jade green.
Other (optional): She has an obnoxious personality and likes to annoy people just to see how they react, like it matters to her. Which is does not. She is considered cruel, rude, and impertinent by many people. She works as a measly street performer, even though her skills with the skimitar is very high. Patricia calls herself Patrick to sound tough and intimidating. She has a huge crush on Clint, but won't admit to it even though she often likes to hit on him and follow him around like a stalker despite the fact the Clint has hardly any emotion towards her. She was disowned by her parents when she was 12 years old, but she was glad to leave them. Also, the color purple is her favorite.
Name: Angelica
Eyes: Bright blue
Looks: http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h171/Alislycat/Aliciasrpcharacter.jpg
Species: Human, as far as she knows
Other: Life-loving orphan, sweet, naive, and caring. Wanders around just doing whatever seems right. She may have some sprite or fay backround, but she doesn't seem to have any special qualities.
Name: Princess Malaki
Species: Human. Undoubtably.
Eyes: Dark
Looks: http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h171/Alislycat/Darkchibi.jpg
Clothing: Royal-looking dark gowns.
Other: Her family, and evil monarchy, was completly overthrown and she has not yet come to terms that she has no power. She fled the country, leaving the rest of her family to die in the hands of 'the filth of the rebelion'. Wherever she goes, she seeks the destruction of others for her gain, but without gaurds she's actually pretty hopeless. She does know a little weaponry fighting, and some dark sorcery.
Name: Airy Laili
Species: Fairy
Eyes: The either look like fire or water, depending on her mood.
Looks: This is her fire mood. Her water mood is the same, just in blue. http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h171/Alislycat/OrangeFairy.jpg
Other: Typical fairy, the human-size kind. She won't come into my posts alot, but she knows Angelica.
Name: Shamaki Oro (shah-MAY-key) (OR-oh)
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: 3 quarters Human, one quarter Elf
Weapons (if any): Two daggers-one tied at his waist with a sash, one tucked out of sight in his right boot.
Description::
Clothing: Normally a brightly colored samurai/pirate top with loose sleeves that hang down like a robe and go up to his elbows. Loose breeches and knee high boots with shoe laces. Sometimes is seen with a long, velvet dark purple cape, the color of his hair.
Accessories: Wears a single gold hoop earrings and sometimes wears a mask when performing or simply for disguise. Also has a wide brimmed hat with a plumed feather.
Body: Slim, built for speed, quick, agile. Very flexible for doing acrobatics. He is left handed, which is why he keeps his secret dagger in his right boot.
Other (optional):
Affliction:: Trickster, illusionist, magician. All different names for one of his trade. But perhaps the most common is the one he has by blood as well as profession: gypsy.
Personality:: Charming, quick-witted, can think his way out of almost any situation.
History:: Shamaki sighed. He himself was cast out on his own when he was too young to remember anything and was not accepted in any orphanage because he was a gypsy. He had to steal to eat, but he would often get caught. Soon he learned to steal anything he wanted, but he only took what he needed.
Later in his life he met with a band of Gypsies that revealed to him that he was a gypsy himself, though no one could say who his parents were or what group of Gypsies he belonged too. He was simply...abandoned. But they said he had the look in his eyes and his hair and skin of a gypsy. He was found with gold bells tied in his hair too, and a braid which he kept longer than the rest of his hair.
He traveled with the gypsies for several years and they taught him things a gypsy should know. How to do tricks, disappear, and acrobatics, balance...they were also impressed with his thievery skills, although while he was with them, he need not use it. However, one day Shami woke to find himself on the bare ground, cast out again. He knew they couldn't afford to feed him any longer. They had given him a pouch full of coins and a last meal, but he was alone. Since then he had to sharpen his skills, using them to fend for himself.
Other notes:
~Hates elves, because of the arrogance of their race and because of something to do with his past. (He's part elven himself, though he hates to admit it.
~He likes girls and has broken a few hearts in other villages.
~Only signs of being quarter elf is his quick reflexes, agility, and slim build, as well as bing stronger than he looks.
~He is a well-known theif, and as a result can't show his face anywhere without a disguise. His eyes are a dead giveaway, as is his hair.
~There is a reward on his head for 1,000 gold pieces by Lord Zarrok, a childhood friend of his. The history between the two is still sort of a mystery to most. You’d have to ask one of them for the story.
~Most of the crimes he is accused for aren't his fault. He just happens to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. It’s his typical luck, he calls it.
~He uses his acrobatic skills and gypsy illusions to evade guards and others who wish his capture. His quick skill and cunning, as well as reflexes owe to his part elven blood, but he tries to hide that fact. He hates being part elven and wants nothing to do with the lot of them.
Ref pictures:
~Shamaki Oro's Character Sheet
~Wanted Poster w/ description (Good reference)
~Old colored chibi
~Old clothing reference (not so good) It's the general idea of clothes; but his other accessories include a hat, cape, bells in his hair, a mask he sometimes wears, and a braid ending with two beads.
~And here's a pic of a character similar to him, Dark, from the anime 'DNAngel'. Their hair is almost exactly alike. (Not to mention a whole bunch of other things, but I won’t go into that…)
