[X] My Assistant

[Axel]

Accepted~

Sorry I haven't been around. Real life caught up with me - got THE flu, couple of people in the family and outside of it died so I've been funeral-hopping the past two weeks... I'm really in no condition at the moment to be RPing so I'm gonna have to postpone this until I'm well again... I dunno when that's going to be. Apologies. I have big plans for this so I'm not abandoning it.

[Darkrow]

That's fine Axel. I hope you feel better soon!

[Shadow Dragon]

Well, I hope you get better soon too, and god bless your own families and the others with the family members that had passed away. Alas, I can know what it's like.

And don't worry, we shall still be here once you get back!~

[Axel]

Okay, I'm gonna start this back up as I have the time and hopefully the energy to be RPing again. I want at least two more people to join this and then we can start.

Oh yes, another note; I still have to write up my second character's profile, so I'm reserving the Crystal colours Blue and Green. Which means Blue can't be chosen as a Crystal colour anymore.

[Shadow Dragon]

Yay. I have been needing something to RP in for a bit. But shhhh you don't know that~

Still, now, can't wait to start. Come on people, make SD happy

[Luxord]

It's not mine, either. XD

Really Axel? REALLY?

anywho

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Name: Linon Reilly
Nickname(s): Lino
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Human.
Magic: Water
Crystal Colour: Orange
Appearance:

Lino has Flowing Jet black hair which is cut to be about 4 inches and have a side fringe, Lino has had his hair like this his whole life, he has always like hair such as this, so he did not bother to change.
Lino’s eyes are a Forest green colour in the Winter, as where towards the summber the change to a pale blue or green. The halo around his eyes are a Dark green always.
Lino stands at the height of 5’ 11” and weighs a mere 126 pounds. Although despite his frail figure he is actually quite well built and strong.
Lino wears a long brown coat which dips down as far as his knees, It has quite deep outside pockets and an inside pocket as well.
He wears a blue waist coat and a blue vest underneath.
Lino wears brown cargo shorts; they are as long as the bottom of his knee. They contain 8 different pockets and are held up by a blue belt.
He wears brown causal shoes with off white laces and blue/black socks.
Lino wields a Scimitar sword which he keeps on his back and also some small knives used for throwing a 2 Katara’s. He keeps the Katara’s on slots on his back, the scimitar in a holder and the knives on his belt.

Personality:

Lino is quite observant of anyone new, but once he understands and gets to know them he is a very friendly person. Lino is paranoid, he is always asking people if they are ok, and wondering if they are talking about him.
Lino is an optimist, he strives to look at the bright side of almost anything. Lino’s greatest fear is deep water, which is strange as his power is water. Lino loves to fight, but hates un-needed violence, but if it must be done, his opinion is that it must be.
Lino is not a person for taking on leadership, he prefers to be instructed. He also loves to have a friendly argument, arguing any point, right or not.
Lino loves to be in large groups of people, to get lost in it all, despite his shy inner self.
Lino’s most treasured item is a coin, his grandfather gave to him as a boy, he would kill to get this back if taken from him.
Lino likes to play around, have a laugh as well as fight but dislikes un fair treatment of others for any reason.

Biography:

Lino grew up just outside a large city in a massive house. His parents were rich, extremely so. He had no need to go and become a knight. But he did so at the age of 13 just after his Grandfather he cared so much about died.
Lino and his grandfather got along so well as Lino was pretty much a reincarnated version of his Grandfather, the were so alike. His grandfather had made a coin out of some useless cutlery and metal bowls the found digging in the garden, he melted them down and made this coin which he kept and engraved Reilly onto it, a family air loom that only the two knew about. When he died Lino was given it, this changed his life, his Grandfather had taught him so much about not getting caught up in wealth that he wanted to become a Knight, and so he did.
He fell in love with a girl in a far away city he was on a mission to, but could no longer see her, due to the terms of his serving. Lino was 15 at the time and gave up on all hopes of a relationship with anyone.
Lino had always loved to talk to the elves, humans, demons and imps, he thinks they are all very interesting, despite being a human, Lino sees himself as an outcast, as he feels he understands, everyone, but he is cocky and naïve, as he learnt with his first encounter with a fire imp that burnt the left side of his face when he hugged it. It was not that is was rude or a violent creature, it is that Lino thinks everyone likes him automatically.

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[Darkrow]

...I have a feeling that Lino will often ask Arrynn if she's alright... XD

[Toogee]

Just out of curiosity, if I were to find time from my other RPing and real life to participate...

1. How active would this be? As already said, I've got modding stuff and other RPs in addition to the college life. I'd hate to check back at the end of the day and find three pages of posts .

2. What does the Nature magic do? I have a character in mind, but it all depends on this particular power.

My plan: the Nature magic would help purify those tainted by the darkness. If the user came across a corrupted creature, the magic used could calm the beast, perhaps aiding the magic user in some way, whether in a tough battle or to get rid of an obstacle. For a game reference, think a mix of Pokemon Gale of Darkness and Ranger. That's what I'm thinking.

As a tradeoff, my character would have absolutely no weapon experience whatsoever .

Comments?

[Axel]

totally wasn't asleep... thanks for the text Luxord. And yes, actually, my first language is Irish, do I need to shove the constitution at you on Saturday? You're accepted.

2gamers, in response to your questions - with regards to the activity on this RP, I'm not expecting it to go a mile a minute. I do have other activities during the week that will take priority over this, such as school, and even at the weekends I'm usually booked so my Internet time is limited. I also prefer to RP so that no one gets left too far behind anyway, so perhaps one or two posts a day per person, depending on length and quality of course.

As for Nature magic, it is in essence what you've outlined, at least for this. It involves being more in touch with other creatures and the plant life, and because of the state of the land in this particular RP, that would be an obvious advantage in dispelling the darkness of the animals and restoring the plants at least partially to what they once were.

[Toogee]

Name: Evvie Themis

Nickname(s): n/a Evvie is short enough for a nickname, so deal with it

Age: 15

Gender: Female

Race: Elf

Magic: Nature. With this power, Evvie is able to tame the dark creatures roaming the land. These creatures can then turn their aggression towards her enemies. She can temprarily bring plants to their former glory, allowing Evvie to gather fruits, vegtables, etc. Finally, Evvie's touch also calm her fellow teammates, whether they're really angry, incredibly sorrow, or just plain down.

Crystal Color: Green



Appearance: Evvie has the look of innocence right on her face. Her deep green eyes focus in on the good in things, while a warm, bright smile invites others to smile with her. Her straight dirty blond hair reaches down her back and tends to hide her pointy ears. She is pretty short, 5'2", and weighing at 102 pounds.

Her outfit is relatively simple, designed to keep cool in the warm climate she comes from. She generally wears a one-piece white dress that keeps arms, shoulders and upper back exposed to keep cool. It is held in place by a knot behind her neck and a thick blue cloth belt. The belt around her waist helps keep the dress relatively close to her body, though it is by no means tight. For footwear, Evvie wears a pair of brown sandals, with straps that wrap around her calves. Finally, her necklace consists of the green crystal surrounded by a gold frame and attached by a gold chain.

Though she has no weapons to speak of, she does have a wooden walking stick. The wood is quite old, though it doesn’t splinter, and has enough magical qualities to serve as a staff.

Personality: Evvie is innocent to a fault. She believes there is good in everything; it is only misunderstanding that leads to violence. She attempts to negotiate with any living being before any other option. Unfortunately, this can put her in a potentially dangerous situation when she tries to use her powers. Since Evvie has lived a sheltered life full of peace and harmony, she saw no need to learn how to wield weapons, much less any other sort of fighting technique. Thus, she relies on the kindness of others for protection.

One of her favorite pastimes is going down to the local tavern and listening to the tales of traveling adventurers. The stories always seem to amaze the village girl, having never partaken in an expedition herself. She also likes animals of all sorts, no matter how big or small, cute or odd. Finally, she has a knack for making some delicious dishes, and if given the right tools and ingredients, can put smiles on the hungry.

Her dislikes are few and far between, but they generally come in pairs. For example, she is afraid of being alone in the dark. If she’s alone or in the dark, she’s OK, but facing the unknown without friends by her side tends to keep her up at night. Also, she doesn’t like peanut butter and jelly. Separately, they’re great, but the combo is sickening.

Biography: Evvie was born on a clear summer day in a beach-side village. She grew up in a place where all beings, be they human, elf, imp, or otherwise, could escape persecution and war and live the rest of their days in peace. It was a place where everyone managed to get along; though disagreements were inevitable, it was nothing that ended in bloodshed. Adventurers often passed through, sharing their daring quests and encounters with strange creatures. Evvie spent most of her childhood evenings around the fireplace, listening to these tales. She always wondered what it would be like to go on such in adventure, but figured this would never happen and happily settled into her simple life in the village

Her parents came to this place after being disillusioned from elfish society, having quite enough of the infighting among their fellow aristocrats. They left their wealth behind to start over with their new daughter. They started up a highly successful inn, where Evvie helped with maintenance, cooking, and helping out with guests. Though this was great, Evvie often took breaks at beach, playing with her pointed-ear mutt, Diablo. She raised the dog ever since he was a pup; his knack for getting into trouble served as his namesake.

Much stayed the same until Evvie’s 15th birthday. Her parents gifted her with a beautiful gold necklace, but there was an empty space in the middle of the pendent. Her parents told her to pick her favorite gem from the local jeweler. As she happily went on her merry way, she saw a shimmer of green upon the dirt road. Evvie picked up and examined the green crystal, noticing that it fit perfectly within her pendent. Suddenly, the sky around her turned dark; many people retreated for shelter. Figuring a storm was coming, Evvie too turned around, satisfied with her crystal.

As she walked walked home, animals were growling, cawing, croaking, and neighing all at once. They were afraid of something. Their cries intensified into outright pain and fear. Evvie raced home; something was not right! She entered the inn, only to find her parents frozen in stone. Shocked at the sight, Evvie raced towards them, running into Diablo. Her best friend looked unrecognizable: the dog had blood red fur, a pair of black horns coming out of the side of its head, a rat’s tail, and pure white eyes. The creature growled at Evvie as he approached the girl. She cried out Diablo’s name, but still the creature came, baring teeth as if ready to make a kill. Finally, Evvie moved her hand to Diablo’s face; his demeanor changed instantly. The memories of their time together flooded the canine’s brain. Diablo started licking at Evvie’s face with a forked tongue, just like normal (albeit without the forked tongue).

With a new partner at her side, Evvie quickly grabbed her walking stick and kissed the rock-hard faces of her parents. Whatever other creatures in the village would soon descend on the inn; she had no time to pack provisions. On the back of the hellhound, Evvie raced from her homeland, about to begin the adventure she could only dream about.

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[Axel]

I really like what you did with the dog, it will surely put an interesting spin on this story. You're accepted!

I still have another profile to write up, but I know exactly what I'm doing with it so it's just a matter of putting it all into words. I'll most likely have that later tonight and we can start up either tonight or tomorrow, if that's all right with everyone else involved. I'm not about to start this until you're all ready!

I'll also be leaving sign-ups open once we start, at least until we reach a certain point where it would be difficult to incorporate any new characters.

[Darkrow]

A cook? Arrynn will be happy. XD

I'm always ready, as you should know. XD

[Xion]

This honestly looks like fun. *goes to dig out characters* I think I'm ready. The sheets will be posted tomorrow, no later than Thursday 6-7ish, my time.

[Toogee]

Yay! I'm really trying something new with Evvie. Seeing that most of the crew are adults with some fighting experience, I wanted to see what would happen if I threw a kid in the mix. And a demon dog too :P.

I have an unexpected project that needs to get taken care of, but I'm hoping it won't take too long. If I don't post immediately, don't worry. I will try and get something up though .

If nothing else, I will be fashionably late :P.

[PrincessTikal]

this looks really epic. i'll have to join~
maybe make my profile as impossibly long as everyone elses' here too. :P

[Luxord]

Am I ready for an amazing rp directed by Axel, Hell Yeah I am!

with some awesome rpers too!

[Axel]

Name: Jack Benoit
Nickname(s): n/a
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human-Elf hybrid
Magic: Fire
Crystal Colour: Blue

Appearance: Jack is approximately 6’2” tall and is quite slim for his height, weighing in at about 135lbs. His hair is thin and pale blonde, with light orange streaks running through it in places. It hangs straight to just below his jaw and skims the nape of his neck. His bangs are like wisps of fire, constantly dancing about when there is even the slightest hint of a breeze. Jack’s eyes are round and the colour of a tropical ocean, and they seem to mimic the ocean as well with the colours in them constantly swirling and rippling. His skin is like ivory, pale and smooth with very little scarring.
Jack wears a very fine white silk shirt with detailed gold embroidery on the sleeves, and buttons made of silver. Over this he wears a deep red tunic, tied at the waist with a brown leather belt. His family’s seal is sewn to the chest of this tunic; a blue rose crossed with a silver sword. It hangs to just above his knees. His pants are made of the finest white linen, and he tucks them into his smart black riding boots so as to keep the hems from tearing or getting dirty. He wears shoulder armour made of light, strong steel, painted in gold and engraved with sparrows and roses. Around his neck, on a thin chain of gold, he wears a small silver and gold cross. But perhaps the most defining piece of Jack’s outfit is the large red feather he wears as an ornament in his hair, which adds about six inches to his height.
Jack carries with him at all times an elegant mage’s staff that was given to him by his grandfather, which he uses to channel his magic. It also hides a rapier within its wood, though Jack rarely finds an occasion to reveal or indeed use this secret weapon.

Personality: Jack is, at first glance, the same as any other prince of the land: arrogant, aloof, and ever so slightly overbearing. In the public eye, he is made to act as his father wishes, to keep their family in the favour of the citizens. However, Jack is rarely like this when he has time to himself. He has fairly limited social skills – he is used to speaking only to servants, and is equally used to being spoken down to by his parents and sisters. Therefore he has not a clear idea of how to speak to someone he considers an equal. He is quite cheerful, to the point of being slightly naïve, and he often hopelessly convinces himself that things will be all right even if he is in a horrible situation.
Jack, true to his magic, has a fiery temper, although it takes quite a lot to aggravate it. When angry, he becomes violent and prefers to fight rather than negotiate.
Jack loves to laugh and joke around with people when in good form; unfortunately he doesn’t really know where to stop joking and can often offend people as he rarely thinks before he speaks. He’s not the brightest button in the sewing box, but he is well versed in the lay of the land and in folklore and legends.

Biography: Jack was the only son born to an aging royal couple ruling over a huge city by the ocean. He never spent much time with his parents, as they were always busy with their royal duties, and instead he was raised by his many older sisters, and was waited on by countless servants. Though he interacted with dozens of people in the course of a day, Jack was never given much of an opportunity to grow close to them, and so he had a very lonely childhood. He instead turned his attention to his relationship with magic, training for hours every day until his skills with fire far surpassed even those of his father, the King.
As he grew older, Jack began to question why he was never allowed leave the palace grounds. He was surprisingly ignorant to the fact that he was the only heir his family had to the throne, and his safety was the family’s top priority. Out in the city were several bands of people who wanted nothing more than to ensure the Benoits would not be in power for much longer; there were several plots to assassinate the young Prince and each one fell through, much to Jack’s relief when he found out about them years afterwards. However, beginning at nine years old, Jack would often sneak out of the palace, disguised as a kitchen boy and often in the company of a servant. He revelled in his temporary freedom, playing games with the street children and learning about the city through them. However, they soon grew tired of his palace attitude and left him behind. Disheartened, Jack began to leave the palace not for the people of the city, but for the beautiful landscapes beyond it in the countryside.
Shortly after his eighteenth birthday, his father died simply of old age. Just before his coronation, Jack took his finest horse and rode out to the countryside to clear his head and calm his nerves. He slowed the horse to a trot once they reached the edge of the thick forest to the north of the city, and immediately noticed the sky darkening in the distance. He frowned, passing it off as an oncoming storm, until he realised how fast the assumed clouds were travelling; he had been watching them for all of about two minutes and they had already spread over a vast part of the land. He was about to turn the horse around and gallop back to the city when he heard the distressed cries of another citizen, coming from the forest.
Jack dismounted from the horse – he didn’t have much of a choice. It would be extremely difficult to navigate through the forest at speed on horseback, and besides that the horse was clearly in some sort of dire distress. As soon as his feet hit the ground, before he even had time to detach his saddle bags with all of his supplies in them, it bolted back in the direction of the city. Jack watched it for a few moments, frowning, before plunging into the darkening forest, following the cries.
As he ran, he felt his body growing heavier, not with sleep but actually physically heavier, but he ignored this as much as possible. By the time he reached the clearing where the cries had originated, he had realised that his hands and feet were almost completely encased in stone. It was as if he was becoming a statue.
In the centre of this now deathly quiet clearing, there lay a mess of tattered rags and a small pile of what appeared to be bleached-white sticks. Lying on top of these sticks was the biggest, most beautiful crystal Jack had ever seen, glowing faintly with a brilliant blue sheen. He hurried over to it, the stone skin creeping up over him receding with each step that brought him closer to it.
After he had picked up the crystal and put it in the pocket of his tunic, Jack realised that it had been resting on the remnants of what once had been a person. Horrified, he turned and ran from the forest, not looking back until he broke free of the trees and found himself on the outskirts of a village, quieter than the forest had been, its streets littered with activities abruptly abandoned, and the statues of the villagers frozen in horror, surprise, joy, sorrow.
Jack figured he had gone mad from loneliness at last.

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[PrincessTikal]

Question...do you have a physical description for imps (other than their colors scheme) and demons, or are we allowed to be creative in this field and think up how they look like?

Like for instance...do imps just look like tiny demon-creature things or are they human-like?

[Axel]

I have an idea myself of what imps and demons look like, but I didn't incorporate it into this particular RP because I didn't want to overcomplicate things. Humans, elves, imps and demons are all roughly the same in terms of size and shape, but yes with imps and demons there is more of a flexibility in terms of appearance. For all I care they can have extra arms, or tails, or you could have a demon with two heads and two personalities if you really wanted to, as long as basic size and shape are adhered to if you get what I mean.

[PrincessTikal]

Okay...one more question popped into my head. XD Sorry.
How would you describe the power "Death"? I mean having something like "death's touch" would be too overpowering with just touching someone and they die...could it be described as dark energy or how do you see it as?