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 Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 3:08 pm
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A long time ago when dragons ruled over the lands and unicorns were the symbol of hope a darkness began spreading throughout the lands devestating all in its path, a darkness known as Srryren. The village people spoke the name with fear, although there were few who were entranced by its darkness that they let it consume them. It created beings that no living human could ever put a name to. A being almost as evil as Srryren itself, it looked as if human but the way to kill it was unknown.
Members from all the royal families joined together to try and stop the darkness from destroying the remaining kingdoms throughout the lands. Cause once Srryren hit there was nothing but bloodshed and chaos left in its wake. The memebers of the group were all defeated with the first attempt and are now desperate for anyone who can help them.
They sent out letters throughout all the lands:
To anyone unafraid of death:
I hereby send this letter to find warriors willing to face pure evil and accompany our only living desendants to the throwns of the land. Princess Eleria will be in the village of Nenra to meet any who wish to join the battle against the darkness. You will find her in the Dead mans Inn that lies along the Corzon river. Present this letter to her otherwise she has been given instructions to not take you seriously. This letter once signed by Princess Eleria and the holder becomes a binding contract. Speak to her and she will settle matters of payment and accomodations for if the day comes when you return from the danger and horror that lies ahead of any who answers this letter.
Signed,
High Inquisitor Narrus
The letters were out and all the royal families could do was hope that the battle would end soon and their decendants would one day return to them. And so our story begins in the village of Nenra....
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 3:33 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 3:41 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 3:42 pm
-Accepted Profiles- Gaia Name: Allihandra Character Name: Princess Eleria Appearance: Except with a little bit shorter hair, just enough to keep it at least a foot off the ground  Race: Half angel half demon Age: 17 Gender: Female Class: Princess Weapons: Two daggers always hidden on her person, and a ruby encrusted sword passed down from generation to generation since the time her family first attained the crown. Magic: Elements fire and water and of course like most angels she can fly... Personality: A little bit more on the shy side but not afraid to take command if the situation calls for it. Has never thought herself beautiful and is the opposite of conceded. She is a very kind caring person to anyone unless they piss her off then they need to run for cover. Bio: She was raised by her father the king of demons, but the only ones alive who know the truth about her is herself and her father. Her father is the king of the demons but he fell in love with the Queen of angels and hide it for a time from the world. The angels rebeled and killed their queen for her treterous acts. But... not before the queen gave birth to a daughter, Eleria, and handed her over to her father for safe keeping. Demons cared little about these things as in the end it got an angel killed while the demon royal line was all still intact. The king kept this from Eleria until she came to him with questions about why she cared so for others when he did not. In the end on Eleria's 9th birthday she was told the truth about who her true mother was but that she must not tell a soul for fear that it would get her killed. Eleria has spent her life carrying around this secret being raised by a demon she is as evil as any other demons who might cross her path but she also has always had a caring side as well. No one knows why, except herself her father, and her dead mother. Now she finds herself with the task of waiting for any warriors who wish to join her in the task of defeating this horrible evil. So she waits at the dead mans inn hoping someone will come at last so they may be on their way, and hoping that there will be other decendants from other royal lines to satisfy her curiosity of other races. Crush: None at present Other: You shall see... Revan Maxwell Gaia Name: Revan Maxwell Character Name: Devon Marquis Rousseau Appearance: Rousseau Both his left and right eyes are blood red and have a bright hue when sunlight reflect of them, almost as if they are glowing. Race: Cursed Human Age: 22 Gender: Male Class: Dishonored Knight Weapons: The unshatterable Blessed Rapier given to his father by the now diceased Angel Queen (Heaven) and the Black Diamond Sheath(Earth) given to him for his services as the Head Royal Knight. Magic: Power to negate and deflect magic. He can use no other form of magic. Personality: Devon comes off being cold, harsh, and overly-realistic but those who know his story would understand why. He is very intelligent and book smart. He is a bit of a pessimist, but he would rather let others lose faith. At heart he is a kind strong willed person who is determined to finish what he started. He is a hard person to anger and is easy to work with because of this trait. However, if you do manage to get on his bad side, you will wish he had killed you when he was finished. A few people mistake Devon's concern for Eleria for love. In truth, she is more like the sister he never had than a crush. Bio: Devon's father was the son of a noble priest deeply loyal to the Angel Queen and one of the few who did not partake in the dethroning of her position. However, because of his loyalty, and his rash comments about the Angels being harsh to her, he was killed and Devon was branded at age five, as the son of a dishonored family. Growing up, he never knew his mother, who had died by maternal mortality, and at age five, he now lost his father so he was alone now. Amazingly, he made his way to the demon king. He did not go to him on his own will, but was taken to him to be executed for petty crimes. When the king saw his mark, he knew who he was and took him under his care. However, to do so legaly, he would have to undergo a change. Both eyes were removed and replaced with those of a minor demon, transforming him slightly into a minor demon. HOwever, he retained more of his human composer. As the years past, he worked his way up the ranks until during the time of the kings leave he became the Royal Family's Head Knight. He has never tarnished his name or the Royal Family in his entire carrier as a soldier. Crush: Non so far. Other: While in the light he is slightly blinded so he wears shades. In the dark, he can see with the utmost ease. Silver_Strife Gaia Name:Silver_Strife Character Name: Rosalina DeVicario/"Elliot" Appearance: Elliot, plus plain white wings, and usually, a plain black cloakRace: Half angel, half human Age: 19 Gender: Female Class: Elite Thief Weapons: Two curved knives, her arm braces( Made of tough, hard beads) and the small, metal attachments to her 'skirt' are sharpened, though are so far not useful. Magic: Empathy and shadows of telepathy (But since she is untrained, she doesn't know either of them very much). She is unaware that her empathy is in fact magic, and just assumes everyone has it. For her telepathy she just sometimes hears snatches of thought out of nowhere, and used to attribute it to going crazy. She still thinks she might be going crazy, however, she's learned to appreciate how accurate her 'insanity' is. Personality: Bright, cheerful, and cocky. Elliot is confidant in her own skills and the skills of those who have earned her respect, though they are few in number. Her parade is a hard one to rain on, because when worse comes to worse, she'll just be happy that you're even taking the time to try and bother her at all. She learns fast, and is curious by nature, s she knows alot of random, and generally useless facts. Elliot is very independant and it takes a determined person to both earn her respect, and her trust, two things she holds totally seperate. Bio: The (thankfully) only child of a male angel and a female human thief, Elliot is used to being an outcast. Her father was taking a leaf out of the Queen's book, and met the same end as her, while her mother died when she was ten of a strange disease that Elliot, because of her heritage, couldn't get. As a little girl, she used to go to great lengths to hide her wings, but doesn't do so anymore. She rarely flies, but can, even if she isn't as skilled at it as others. While she was reasonably devistated for a time, her undyingly cheerful nature wouldn't stay away for ever, and since she was already a well-trained thief, she had a way of keeping the rest of her alive, too. She's a generally well-known thief under the name "Elliot",(Though only known by name, and not appearence. Elliot is generally assumed to be male. She never uses her real name, even if Elliot can blow her cover) and has spent the last nine years honing her skills and adding on to what her mother taught her. By now, she has well earned the title elite thief. Crush: So far, none! Other: Has a small, black and grey striped cat ( a 'scottish fold' if you want to get particular)that follows her around and is very friendly to her. Like her, though, he cat seems to sometimes be able to sense people's intention, and will give warning if he thinks you're a threat. He is named "Tommy" I liked the idea for your RP, and this is my dea for a character, I hope she's okay. -Contents-
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 3:44 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 3:46 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 5:44 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 3:37 pm
Rousseau stood against the far wall of the the the Inn bar, his red piercing eyes scanning the scene for potential threats and allies all at once. It had been weeks since he'd come across a decent man woman or institute for that matter, and despite his well kept leather garments, which gleamed in any and all light that graced it, and his lack of foul odder, he was unusually edgy at this point. Against the higher judgement of his princess, he attended the journey along side Eleria the current ruler of the demon legions.
His image seemed fit for a picture; the position of his eyes were unmoving, surveying the scene in whole rather than in parts; held a chin level was the red concoction of spirits he enjoyed sipping tenderly, savoring the taste, leaving no drop uncherished by his buds that he would wish he could remember in the after life; his relaxed and yet alert posture signified he was ready for death and to face it without fear if need be.
Devon was no man of fear, but off cursed decent. His right hand palm was branded a mark which would cringe the face of any holy entity. A white pentagram almost unnoticeable to an untrained eye, had been implanted, tattooed rather, into the flesh. In daylight it would shine like a gold pendant, offering a false pride to its wearer. At dusk it would turn pitch black and remind him his place in the world, a descendant of dark blooded heritage. As of the moment, he neither stood in sunlight nor moon light and the pendent remained virtually hidden.
Even now, an entire seventeen years later, his hate for the beings of holy descent burned horribly. If it were not for the fact that Eleira was half that of what he hated and his own father's life was taken for protecting one, he would believed all their kind was as twisted as the accused "lesser beings."
Leaning against the wall, at his left, were the Sword and Sheath trade mark in appearance and known well by name, Heaven and Earth. Many radicals hoping to return the blade to true noble hands tried to return the preshish blade to it's rightful home. The track home was often hard with a missing limb.
Taking a final sip of his thirteenth glass, the knight removed himself from the blanket of shadows he stood under. A few of the customers jumped at the sudden appearance of a man who they had not seen walk through the door or descend the stairs to the room. Tenderly carrying the glass, Devon floated over to the bar, the heavy boots little more than a pat on the ground.
"Would ya like fer me ta get ya another drink?" the bartender aksed, taking the glass and scrubbing it clean with a warm cloth.
Shacking his head, the dark skinned knight replied, "No. I drink to the thirteen to bring bad luck," he began. "A personal belief mind you." The two men entered into a warm conversation, an event Devon rarely showed he had the ability to partake in. The good booze had lifted his spirits high as would it anyone who had sampled it's pleasing zest.
Occasionally, he would peer over and around his shoulder. Even now, he wished for the well bing of his princess and would not let an agent of Srryen simply waltz in and steal another life from him foster. At one point he glanced at Elria and passed her a warm smile before returning to his own conversation which had someone how gotten found it's way on the subject of sheep.
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 6:35 pm
Eleria smiled back at Rousseau with a kind and gentle smile then turned back to watch the flames dance within the fireplace. Waiting for so long for anyone to answer the letter was beginning to bore her. There wasn't much more excitement to be found in the town that she hadn't already done. No more mysteries to be discovered that she was aware of. Just sitting at the inn was all she was able to do, not to mention Rousseau, she didn't really know how to talk to him much.
The flames danced her eyes intrigued, her body swaying to an unheard rythym. She pulled up the hood of her cloak to cover her face as she stood and began dancing around the room picturing the flames inside her head for inspiration. Moments later the inns band began playing music, with a rythym that matched the princess' movements.
As she danced she didn't notice the stranger coming up from behind her as if to grab her. Before she new what was going on she felt arms tighlty around her almost cutting off her air circulation. SHe didn't have time to reach for her sword and wasn't able to move her arms. She squirmed beneathe his arms trying to get free, trying to breathe once more.
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 7:09 pm
Devon had glanced once and turned away. As he did, the bartender turned from him and began reaching for a sword which hung from his wall. Devon looked back, his eyes resting on the attacker for but a moment. Instantly he recognized the tretchory at hand. He turned about, preparing to aim a palm, not a fist, at the burly man's face. However, his hand met with the hilt of a sword and not a face. "Save tha lass!" he shouted, releasing the sword, allowing Rousseau to spring into action, his movements as fluid as the playing music.
He gripped the b*****d sword with both hands, not used to the distribution of the blades weight, and struck low, pointing the blade towards the assassins feet. Mid-drop, he let go the handle and grabbed a knife from a nearby abandoned plate. It was also hefty, but light enough for the use of one hand. Grabbing the arm that held his Eleria captive. A wound can be healed, she needs air. He skillfully slid the blade between her neck and onto the exposed arm.
Bingo!
He severed the tendon making the arm useless. He continued to move forward, trying to end the charade before more damage could be done. However, he missed, as he expected he would, and the assassin moved back, changing arms, like he had expected him to. "Human, and badly trained one at that," the knight commented as the assassin fell backwards. The sword had stuck his foot to the ground. Stepping forward again, the red eyes man thrust the six inch skinner into the assassins other arm. Now both arms were rendered useless. Steeping on the leg which was stuck to the ground, Devon pushed off, catching the princess in his arms and twisting the blade so that the assassin would feel immense pain.
Rousseau' mind was racing, searching for the right words, trying to find the right person to acknowledge first. Thankfully, he would not be the first to speak. The bartender: "Are you alright, lass?"
Devon righted himself and looked down at the hooded creature writhing in pain. His small success did not surprise him. This man had come on the knowledge the princess had ridden alone. He did not anticipate on a guard to be there as well. "Princess Eleria?" His only words, One could tell by the concern in his voice he wanted to know if she was okay. His breath was short, shorter than the assassins. If I hadn't been hear, what would have happened.
((sorry if you meant for that to be drawn out. I just saw my chance. XP))
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 7:40 pm
((Lol its all good, it entertained me..))
Eleria's vision began to blurr from lack of air when Rousseau came, all of a sudden she felt something lightly against her neck drawing the slightest bit of blood but not enough to be truly painful, just a slight scratch. The next thing she knew she was being tossed slightly and then was caught by Devon.
She looked at the bartender and forced herself out of Devon's arm almost fallign to the floor but caught her balance just in time. "I'm fine I think," she whispered feeling the back of her neck.
She turned and looked at Devon and Rousseau, she placed a comforting hand on Devon's shoulder, "I'm fine don't worry about me." she smiled at them both then walked back over to the fire place still trying to catch her breath fully. She sat down quickly for she had the feeling that she was about to fall over.
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Posted: Thu Feb 08, 2007 1:24 pm
((heh, you miss understood. Rousseau is Devon's last name. They are one in the same, I just enjoy calling people by their last name.))
Devon(Rousseau) nodded turning back to the man pinned to the ground. Grabbing the hilt blade, he made a motion that he would pull it out, instead driving the b*****d sword further into the ground. As the assassin whimpered, he tore the blade out of the ground.
Taking a life left no mark on his conscious or that of the men who lay before him. Grabbing him by the hood, he dragged the man to the Inn entrance and tossed him like a sack. Turning back inside, he muttered curses. "Pitiful, piece of trash." Anger stirred visibly in his eyes, and few dared to look him in the eye. Stepping to the back, he lifted his sheath and carried it back to the bar. Such an encounter would not be had twice in one night.
Already, two maids were scrubbing away at the floor, trying to rid the place of blood before its rank became unbearable.
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 10:07 pm
((Yea sorry I was a little confused... you switched bac kand forth and me sometimes easily confused when only on a little bit of sleep... but gots it now...))
Eleria sat back in the chair overlooking the fire as if she was just relaxing but in truth she was still trying to fully catch her breath. She spared a few glances toward Devon and what he was doing with the man but didn't wish to know what was to be done with him. No matter what the assassin tried to do to her she was still part angel and caring for people, even strangers was a part of her. No matter how her demon half tried to deny it.
She rose slowly to make everyone think she was ok and made her way to the back door, hoping no one was paying that much attention to her. Her hand on the hilt of her sword ready to draw just in case she stepper outside of the inn into the neverending alleys of the village. The darkness growing at every turn she took. Buildings looming above her as if they knew something that she did not, the roof tops filled with silluhets of people as if ready to pounce. The farther away she walked from the inn the faster she picked up speed.
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 5:03 pm
(If only we had more people)
As Eleria took her leave, Devon caught sight of her hasty exit. He made his way after her, thinking to himself how to convince the girl that a low profile was often the best. Before anyone could object to his departure he was gone. "He fergot to pay fer his-" The bartender stopped, mid sentence. In the very glass he had set down, three time the amount of the drink was piled inside. "Generous that one," he said.
The knight stuck to the shadows, his eyes leading him as he went. Darkness had completely descended on the town and most of the more common folk had taken shelter in doors. Above he could make out the movement of unfriendlies, and this only further upset and concerned Rousseau. Even I can't take that many out by myself. Slow down Eleria! He said nothing. He did not want to call attention on himself, and he did not want her attention to come off that of her enemy.
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 6:26 pm
((OOC: I hate to spam, but you did mention a want for other people; I'm just waiting for an approval or a rejection for my character END OOC))
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