Raindrop14
Soldier for Christ!
Finally its up, woo!
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Intro...
Each hero awoke in the middle of the night, a bright light disturbing their slumber. They rubbed the sleep from their eyes and squinted, then covered their eyes from the blinding brightness. A figure started to form in the light, and the light dimmed so they could see clearly what the form was. The form was that of a lady, all dressed in white with lightly colored flowers about her long flowing dress. Her hair was the color of the sun, which might have been the reason for the brightness, and her face was as beautiful as ever. But her expression showed distress, and worry, and each hero puzzled at the thought that such a miraculous lady could be so sorrowful.
“My dear hero,” she spoke, with the softest voice, but full of urgency and importance. “I have called you to a great destiny, one that will expose your true self. You were born with a certain power, created within you when you were put into existence. That power speaks who you really are, and will also help the land you live in, to thrive again and cast out evils. In order to claim your power you must fulfill your destiny. This destiny will not be an easy one, but it must be done in order to open your gate. I have picked out other heroes in the world, and once you have all gained your inner power you must go to the Dark One and vanquish him, to free the people from darkness. I bring this message to you at this time because the Dark One is growing stronger than I anticipated, and the people need you. Go now, for there is no time to waste. You are ready, do not delay in what fate has told you.”
The ghostly lady faded and the light turned to darkness, once again the night was normal. Each hero was wide awake, perplexed, amazed, uncertain of whether to obey the orders of the lady. But they had to make the choice to accept the challenge or not, and now was the time to do so.
(Each character may start wherever they want, make up the name of a town. Characters can start in the same town so we have some people starting off with each other. And then you do whatever you want from there, fire away! [let's hope this doesn't explode like all my other RPs. X3])
Characters:
Hylian_Monolith:
Johnny Sooshi:
TatlTails:
DarkLink7:
Fierce.Deity:
the_miserable:
Raindrop14:
Woyogoyo:
Dr Horrible:
Name: Melica Arefaen
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Race: Human
Weapon: Dual blades. Meli fights with two swords, straight on one edge while the other curves out, then in. The hilts are wrapped with woven green-and-black fabric, and the blades are a metal tinged slightly green. The very edges are a bright shade of green, humming and glowing slightly with venom--a deep enough cut will infect a perosn's system and kill them in a matter of hours, and a wound that may be survivable may not be such. There is an antidote, but the venom is fast-acting. She sheathes the swords in black sheathes at each hip.
Appearance: Melica has reddish hair and distinctive, golden eyes with green flecks. She's rather curvy, and likes to dress in a sexually appealing way because why the hell not. She has knee-high black boots just 'cause, tan pants tucked into them, an elbow-length black shirt with a high collar but opened rather low, a green vest with a low neckline, and fingerless brown gloves.
Personality: Melica is impulsive--very. She'll follow her gut to the death. She's also emotionally messed up, between the shock of loss that still lingers and her father's abusive nature, and the moral difficulties of what she does. She wears a mask of confidence and seductive attitude, but it could slip at any moment, and beneath it she's broken.
Despite her unstable problems, Meli's free-spirited, wily, and independent. Don't try to hold her down without expecting a fight. She's persuasive enough to talk her way out of most situations, but tends to fight instead.
Background: Meli was born to the prestigious Arefaens. Her elder sister was set to take the power, and with no responsibility but everything she could ever want, Melica was content. Then her sister abandoned the family, and the power was left to Melica. She panicked. But it was all right, because after a few months, everything else went to hell in a terrorist attack. Her mother and little sister were killed, and she was left alone. When her father became abusive at sixteen, she ran away from home, looking for something else--anything else. She does what she can for money now, not really caring if she has to steal or seduce or anything like that--she just never wants to use the Arefaen name to her advantage.
Other: Meli is very quick and graceful.
Name: Aren Alpenlen
Gender: Male
Age: 166. He appears 26.
Race: Blue Phoenix--a mutation of a phoenix with blue feathers and no fiery powers.
Weapon: None. Aren fights in true form--his talons are deadly, and he's faster and more graceful in the air.
Appearance: Aren is usually in human form. He has dark blonde hair that's almost always tousled, as if he just got up form a nap, and stormy blue eyes, as well as slightly crooked glasses. Most of his shirts are paint-stained, and he prefers white button-downs with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. Yes, all of his nice shirts are paint-stained. Overall, he always looks somewhat disheveled. He has a indigo-colored jacket that he usually zips up art of the way, and keeps a sketchbook fastened to his belt via a series of straps.
Personality: Aren is intelligent, skilled with logic and strategy, and has a good heart. He'll always do what's right, and is surprisingly courageous. Despite these, he's also an emotionally blind dork. Seriously. He won't be able to tell you're mad at him until you slap him--this has happened before.
Background: Aren's seen a lot over the years he's been around. As a mutant phoenix, Aren wasn't that well-liked by his kind, when he encountered them. In his early reincarnations, very much by chance and luck, he was taken under the wing of an elderly phoenix because of his mutation. The elder taught him everything, like a mentor, and stressed heavily the value of battle, valor, and victory. He always wanted Aren to use his human form to help the world survive, by joining the military, and eventually Aren finally did, although he really wanted to pursue art. He ascended the ranks of the military quickly with his strong resolve, and became a commander. Then the worst happened--his lover was killed in battle. He left the military shortly thereafter, and it took years for him to recover. He did so through art, and when he returned to himself he kept doing it.
In his most recent reincarnation, he met a girl named Milo who was always teased for unnatural mutations. He stood up for her, knowing that he was a mutant himself and remembering how he was shunned. The two are excellent friends... that's all... right?
Other: His sketchbook is what allows him to retain his human form. It has a charm that puts a glamour on him, making him appear, sound, and feel human, although he'll sometimes squawk when surprised, drop feathers at times, and he can do flawless bird calls.
Aren is pretty klutzy in human form, and has a tendency to swear vicariously when stressed. He's also clairvoyant. He tends to just know certain things, and sometimes he'll predict things through art--any art that's readily on-hand.
Name: Delabi Tonitrui
Gender: Female
Age: Nobody knows for sure. But she appears thirteen or so, and acts more like nineteen.
Race: Faen--a storm spirit that consumes human souls.
Weapon: Delabi fights in active form. Lighting, baby.
Appearance: Delabi is slender and petite, seeming much younger than she really is. She has golden-blonde hair and big blue eyes, but her smile holds a sadistic, maniacal joy that cancels out all of her innocence. She wears simple white dresses and black cloaks over them.
Of course, that's relaxed form. Her active form is terrifying--silvery hair, thin fangs so long she can't separate them all the way, even though her jaw opens unnaturally wide. Her cloak is a black darker than a moonless night and the hem glows light blue with broken runes--like the names of her many victims. The air around her hums with electricity, and cloudlike mists twist and bend beneath her feet, Oh, and she floats about a foot above the ground. But she rarely engages Active Form. Only for combat and kills.
Personality: Despite her innocent appearances, Delabi is actually rather sadistic by nature, not just because of the Faen urges. She blames said urges for it, but she just naturally likes killing and death. She's kind of creepy in that, and she's also rather crazy. Delabi is easily excitable and energetic, but she knows when to be serious.
Usually. Sometimes she'll just stay overeager and crazy in the serious parts. She's just as impulsive and random as her sister.
Background: Delabi wasn't always a Faen--she used to go by Lenyrin Arefaen, and she was he youngest member of a wealthy, powerful family. Then, when she was only six, a terrorist attack made her flee for her life. Everyone thought she was dead. Within the forest, she was attacked and possessed by a merciless, hungry spirit who took Lenyrin's susceptible body as its host. Her young and terrified mind was made insignificant, and for an unknown number of years she haunted the woods, killing and devouring anyone who was stupid enough to enter them. After all this, she was freed by unknown means, and her mind merged with that of the Faen. The Faen had aged her as much as it had needed to for her to be the ideal host--to thirteen--but her mind was that of a much older person. She remained a Faen--she still needed to eat human souls--but now, she could leave the woods and rejoin society, and she wasn't always a crazed spirit. She only kills when absolutely necessary now.
Other: As a storm spirit, Delabi is capable of manipulating electricity and lightning. She uses that as her major weapon, electrocuting her victims.
Delabi and Melica are sisters, yes, although Melica doesn't know she's alive. Delabi wouldn't call it stalking, but...
Name: Emily Peterson. She goes by Milo.
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Race: Half-Faerie
Weapon: Weapons? Oh, nonononono. Milo isn't a fighter. At all. She doesn't fight, she heals. So, no weapons. None.
Appearance: Milo is petite and small, standing at 5'5. She seems normal from afar, with brown, shoulder-length hair and olive skin. But up close, it's easy to tell that she's... different. There are unnatural, silvery discolored streaks in her hair, like oil in the ocean, she has long, slightly pointed years, her cheekbones are oddly prominent, her fingers and feet are too long--you get the idea. She's ashamed of these unnatural features, save one--her iridescent eyes, white and swirling with all colors like a prism. They're mesmerizing.
As to clothing... ummm... I'll get back to ya.
Personality: Milo is typically pretty down-to-earth and tries to stay calm and keep the peace, ending disputes where she can. However, when stressed she has a bad stutter(no thanks to her faerie vocal chords, it took forever for her to learn how to speak like a human) and tends to freak out. Hyperventilation and sudden confusion is only the beginning--she gets crazy ideas and follows through with them on the spot.
Milo tries to keep a positive outlook on the outside, even when inside she's losing faith.
Background: Milo's had a rather dull life. She never knew her mother, and was quite the daddy's girl--her father being the human one. She was often teased or harassed for her strange features, and realized quickly that she was a freak. There was exactly one thing that kept her happy--Aren. He was the only one who wouldn't tease her, and tended to stand up for her, insisting that he was pretty. Of course she developed a crush on him, and of course
Other: Milo has a faerie's singing voice, and is well-versed in many types of magic. She's best at healing, which is good because she hates fighting. Healing just comes naturally to her.
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Race: Human
Weapon: Dual blades. Meli fights with two swords, straight on one edge while the other curves out, then in. The hilts are wrapped with woven green-and-black fabric, and the blades are a metal tinged slightly green. The very edges are a bright shade of green, humming and glowing slightly with venom--a deep enough cut will infect a perosn's system and kill them in a matter of hours, and a wound that may be survivable may not be such. There is an antidote, but the venom is fast-acting. She sheathes the swords in black sheathes at each hip.
Appearance: Melica has reddish hair and distinctive, golden eyes with green flecks. She's rather curvy, and likes to dress in a sexually appealing way because why the hell not. She has knee-high black boots just 'cause, tan pants tucked into them, an elbow-length black shirt with a high collar but opened rather low, a green vest with a low neckline, and fingerless brown gloves.
Personality: Melica is impulsive--very. She'll follow her gut to the death. She's also emotionally messed up, between the shock of loss that still lingers and her father's abusive nature, and the moral difficulties of what she does. She wears a mask of confidence and seductive attitude, but it could slip at any moment, and beneath it she's broken.
Despite her unstable problems, Meli's free-spirited, wily, and independent. Don't try to hold her down without expecting a fight. She's persuasive enough to talk her way out of most situations, but tends to fight instead.
Background: Meli was born to the prestigious Arefaens. Her elder sister was set to take the power, and with no responsibility but everything she could ever want, Melica was content. Then her sister abandoned the family, and the power was left to Melica. She panicked. But it was all right, because after a few months, everything else went to hell in a terrorist attack. Her mother and little sister were killed, and she was left alone. When her father became abusive at sixteen, she ran away from home, looking for something else--anything else. She does what she can for money now, not really caring if she has to steal or seduce or anything like that--she just never wants to use the Arefaen name to her advantage.
Other: Meli is very quick and graceful.
Name: Aren Alpenlen
Gender: Male
Age: 166. He appears 26.
Race: Blue Phoenix--a mutation of a phoenix with blue feathers and no fiery powers.
Weapon: None. Aren fights in true form--his talons are deadly, and he's faster and more graceful in the air.
Appearance: Aren is usually in human form. He has dark blonde hair that's almost always tousled, as if he just got up form a nap, and stormy blue eyes, as well as slightly crooked glasses. Most of his shirts are paint-stained, and he prefers white button-downs with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. Yes, all of his nice shirts are paint-stained. Overall, he always looks somewhat disheveled. He has a indigo-colored jacket that he usually zips up art of the way, and keeps a sketchbook fastened to his belt via a series of straps.
Personality: Aren is intelligent, skilled with logic and strategy, and has a good heart. He'll always do what's right, and is surprisingly courageous. Despite these, he's also an emotionally blind dork. Seriously. He won't be able to tell you're mad at him until you slap him--this has happened before.
Background: Aren's seen a lot over the years he's been around. As a mutant phoenix, Aren wasn't that well-liked by his kind, when he encountered them. In his early reincarnations, very much by chance and luck, he was taken under the wing of an elderly phoenix because of his mutation. The elder taught him everything, like a mentor, and stressed heavily the value of battle, valor, and victory. He always wanted Aren to use his human form to help the world survive, by joining the military, and eventually Aren finally did, although he really wanted to pursue art. He ascended the ranks of the military quickly with his strong resolve, and became a commander. Then the worst happened--his lover was killed in battle. He left the military shortly thereafter, and it took years for him to recover. He did so through art, and when he returned to himself he kept doing it.
In his most recent reincarnation, he met a girl named Milo who was always teased for unnatural mutations. He stood up for her, knowing that he was a mutant himself and remembering how he was shunned. The two are excellent friends... that's all... right?
Other: His sketchbook is what allows him to retain his human form. It has a charm that puts a glamour on him, making him appear, sound, and feel human, although he'll sometimes squawk when surprised, drop feathers at times, and he can do flawless bird calls.
Aren is pretty klutzy in human form, and has a tendency to swear vicariously when stressed. He's also clairvoyant. He tends to just know certain things, and sometimes he'll predict things through art--any art that's readily on-hand.
Name: Delabi Tonitrui
Gender: Female
Age: Nobody knows for sure. But she appears thirteen or so, and acts more like nineteen.
Race: Faen--a storm spirit that consumes human souls.
Weapon: Delabi fights in active form. Lighting, baby.
Appearance: Delabi is slender and petite, seeming much younger than she really is. She has golden-blonde hair and big blue eyes, but her smile holds a sadistic, maniacal joy that cancels out all of her innocence. She wears simple white dresses and black cloaks over them.
Of course, that's relaxed form. Her active form is terrifying--silvery hair, thin fangs so long she can't separate them all the way, even though her jaw opens unnaturally wide. Her cloak is a black darker than a moonless night and the hem glows light blue with broken runes--like the names of her many victims. The air around her hums with electricity, and cloudlike mists twist and bend beneath her feet, Oh, and she floats about a foot above the ground. But she rarely engages Active Form. Only for combat and kills.
Personality: Despite her innocent appearances, Delabi is actually rather sadistic by nature, not just because of the Faen urges. She blames said urges for it, but she just naturally likes killing and death. She's kind of creepy in that, and she's also rather crazy. Delabi is easily excitable and energetic, but she knows when to be serious.
Usually. Sometimes she'll just stay overeager and crazy in the serious parts. She's just as impulsive and random as her sister.
Background: Delabi wasn't always a Faen--she used to go by Lenyrin Arefaen, and she was he youngest member of a wealthy, powerful family. Then, when she was only six, a terrorist attack made her flee for her life. Everyone thought she was dead. Within the forest, she was attacked and possessed by a merciless, hungry spirit who took Lenyrin's susceptible body as its host. Her young and terrified mind was made insignificant, and for an unknown number of years she haunted the woods, killing and devouring anyone who was stupid enough to enter them. After all this, she was freed by unknown means, and her mind merged with that of the Faen. The Faen had aged her as much as it had needed to for her to be the ideal host--to thirteen--but her mind was that of a much older person. She remained a Faen--she still needed to eat human souls--but now, she could leave the woods and rejoin society, and she wasn't always a crazed spirit. She only kills when absolutely necessary now.
Other: As a storm spirit, Delabi is capable of manipulating electricity and lightning. She uses that as her major weapon, electrocuting her victims.
Delabi and Melica are sisters, yes, although Melica doesn't know she's alive. Delabi wouldn't call it stalking, but...
Name: Emily Peterson. She goes by Milo.
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Race: Half-Faerie
Weapon: Weapons? Oh, nonononono. Milo isn't a fighter. At all. She doesn't fight, she heals. So, no weapons. None.
Appearance: Milo is petite and small, standing at 5'5. She seems normal from afar, with brown, shoulder-length hair and olive skin. But up close, it's easy to tell that she's... different. There are unnatural, silvery discolored streaks in her hair, like oil in the ocean, she has long, slightly pointed years, her cheekbones are oddly prominent, her fingers and feet are too long--you get the idea. She's ashamed of these unnatural features, save one--her iridescent eyes, white and swirling with all colors like a prism. They're mesmerizing.
As to clothing... ummm... I'll get back to ya.
Personality: Milo is typically pretty down-to-earth and tries to stay calm and keep the peace, ending disputes where she can. However, when stressed she has a bad stutter(no thanks to her faerie vocal chords, it took forever for her to learn how to speak like a human) and tends to freak out. Hyperventilation and sudden confusion is only the beginning--she gets crazy ideas and follows through with them on the spot.
Milo tries to keep a positive outlook on the outside, even when inside she's losing faith.
Background: Milo's had a rather dull life. She never knew her mother, and was quite the daddy's girl--her father being the human one. She was often teased or harassed for her strange features, and realized quickly that she was a freak. There was exactly one thing that kept her happy--Aren. He was the only one who wouldn't tease her, and tended to stand up for her, insisting that he was pretty. Of course she developed a crush on him, and of course
Other: Milo has a faerie's singing voice, and is well-versed in many types of magic. She's best at healing, which is good because she hates fighting. Healing just comes naturally to her.
Johnny Sooshi:
Name: Cyrus Larkson
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown, but appears to be around 25
Race: Vampire
Weapons: A single broadsword that he can materialize in thin air out of blood. Mostly though, he uses his strength to overcome opponents, only when needed.
Appearance: Is about 6'2" and athletically built, with pale skin, blood red eyes, and medium-short black wavy hair that sometimes cover one of his eyes. Wears black jacket over a red tunic, with black pants, boots, and gloves. Most notable is a cross shaped scar located on his neck, just below his ear.
Personality: Damaged goods. Cyrus is incredibly unstable, constantly forcing his vampiric urges to stay down when he's near humans. In addition, the loss of his mother, coupled with social isolation, have caused him severe mental trauma, resulting in a large inferiority complex and severe paranoia. But despite everything, he has a good heart and always means well. Often wishes for companionship.
Background: Cyrus was born to a human mother with no recollection of his vampire father. He grew up without consuming any blood, vastly weakening his vampiric power. At the age of 15, the village he lived in discovered that he was a vampire and proceeded to kill his mother before turning on him. Cyrus made it out alive, but he has a cross shaped scar under his ear from contact with a silver crucifix. He has since traveled around, resting only in remote locations. In order to consume blood, Cyrus preys upon bandits and killers, the human side of him wishing for no innocent bloodshed. Since he first consumed blood, his life span has extended far past a human's. He's unsure how long he's been alive, but knows that he is comparable with most young military men he's seen through his years (in actuality he's been around about 100 years or so). Cyrus has since become distinctly aware that he cannot truly die unless killed by a method that disposes of vampires.
Other: Cyrus, despite his vampiric side, is incredibly human. He'd rather be a human if he could. As such, he often tries his hardest to observe human customs in public places, though ends up messing up at them quite often. He's also very shy, remaining cautious of who he should trust. Still, he does help those in need when able to, and has saved many travelers from bandits...in his own way
Name: Kristine Childs
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Race: Human
Weapons: Has pair of grieves on her arms which house a hidden blade in the bottom of each. Also has a pair of combat blades (1' knives) that she keeps sheathed on her lower back, and a blade hidden in each boot. Aside from those, she uses an assortment of hidden throwing knives.
Appearance: 5'9" and athletically built, with an olive-tan complexion, and piercing blue eyes. Has medium length black hair which she wears in a ponytail to keep it of her face. Dressed fairly ordinarily. Wears a sleeveless brown tunic with built in chain mail and a hood sewn on, with a black skirt, stockings, and boots. Her grieves are brown, with black fingerless gloves for her hands. Also has a scarf that she wears around her neck, which can be pulled up to cover her mouth. When in public or when not on a mission, Kristine prefers light dresses.
Personality: Despite a sarcastic, playful, and sometimes alluring outside, Kristine is still very vulnerable on the inside. She often wishes she had a family to replace the ones who never cared about her. She is very vindictive at times, to the point where she may kill someone who crossed her. However, she is willing to help the weak and those in need.
Background: Grew up on the streets stealing to survive, Kristine has been on the wrong side of the law multiple times...and escaped. Kristine was born into a rich family, but ran away from home at a young age. Her father never wanted a daughter and her mother was complacent about most things, leading her to create her own life elsewhere. She turned to thievery after she was fired from the labor shop where she worked at the age of 8. She since stole to survive, before joining and leaving multiple thief and assassins guilds, each under a different name. She currently operates solo, working as thief/assassin for hire who will take on any job for the pay and the thrill.
Other: She's a master at silence, able to hold her breath for up to 2 minutes if need be. She's also adept at close combat, and much quicker than most people think she is. Enjoys drinking and gambling.
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown, but appears to be around 25
Race: Vampire
Weapons: A single broadsword that he can materialize in thin air out of blood. Mostly though, he uses his strength to overcome opponents, only when needed.
Appearance: Is about 6'2" and athletically built, with pale skin, blood red eyes, and medium-short black wavy hair that sometimes cover one of his eyes. Wears black jacket over a red tunic, with black pants, boots, and gloves. Most notable is a cross shaped scar located on his neck, just below his ear.
Personality: Damaged goods. Cyrus is incredibly unstable, constantly forcing his vampiric urges to stay down when he's near humans. In addition, the loss of his mother, coupled with social isolation, have caused him severe mental trauma, resulting in a large inferiority complex and severe paranoia. But despite everything, he has a good heart and always means well. Often wishes for companionship.
Background: Cyrus was born to a human mother with no recollection of his vampire father. He grew up without consuming any blood, vastly weakening his vampiric power. At the age of 15, the village he lived in discovered that he was a vampire and proceeded to kill his mother before turning on him. Cyrus made it out alive, but he has a cross shaped scar under his ear from contact with a silver crucifix. He has since traveled around, resting only in remote locations. In order to consume blood, Cyrus preys upon bandits and killers, the human side of him wishing for no innocent bloodshed. Since he first consumed blood, his life span has extended far past a human's. He's unsure how long he's been alive, but knows that he is comparable with most young military men he's seen through his years (in actuality he's been around about 100 years or so). Cyrus has since become distinctly aware that he cannot truly die unless killed by a method that disposes of vampires.
Other: Cyrus, despite his vampiric side, is incredibly human. He'd rather be a human if he could. As such, he often tries his hardest to observe human customs in public places, though ends up messing up at them quite often. He's also very shy, remaining cautious of who he should trust. Still, he does help those in need when able to, and has saved many travelers from bandits...in his own way
Name: Kristine Childs
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Race: Human
Weapons: Has pair of grieves on her arms which house a hidden blade in the bottom of each. Also has a pair of combat blades (1' knives) that she keeps sheathed on her lower back, and a blade hidden in each boot. Aside from those, she uses an assortment of hidden throwing knives.
Appearance: 5'9" and athletically built, with an olive-tan complexion, and piercing blue eyes. Has medium length black hair which she wears in a ponytail to keep it of her face. Dressed fairly ordinarily. Wears a sleeveless brown tunic with built in chain mail and a hood sewn on, with a black skirt, stockings, and boots. Her grieves are brown, with black fingerless gloves for her hands. Also has a scarf that she wears around her neck, which can be pulled up to cover her mouth. When in public or when not on a mission, Kristine prefers light dresses.
Personality: Despite a sarcastic, playful, and sometimes alluring outside, Kristine is still very vulnerable on the inside. She often wishes she had a family to replace the ones who never cared about her. She is very vindictive at times, to the point where she may kill someone who crossed her. However, she is willing to help the weak and those in need.
Background: Grew up on the streets stealing to survive, Kristine has been on the wrong side of the law multiple times...and escaped. Kristine was born into a rich family, but ran away from home at a young age. Her father never wanted a daughter and her mother was complacent about most things, leading her to create her own life elsewhere. She turned to thievery after she was fired from the labor shop where she worked at the age of 8. She since stole to survive, before joining and leaving multiple thief and assassins guilds, each under a different name. She currently operates solo, working as thief/assassin for hire who will take on any job for the pay and the thrill.
Other: She's a master at silence, able to hold her breath for up to 2 minutes if need be. She's also adept at close combat, and much quicker than most people think she is. Enjoys drinking and gambling.
TatlTails:
Name: Winston 'Dagger' Cunningham
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Race: Human/Lucian
Weapon: HOO BOY, does he have weapons. His GLOVES are weapons. They have hidden claws in them that he can unsheathe with a flex of his fingers. And he's stocked to the gills with darts, needles, syringes and anything else you can deliver poison in, as well as poisons of all kinds to deliver in them. Has a ****ton of knives as well. He. Is. Stocked.
Appearance: This.
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Personality: Snarky and sarcastic, pretty much sociopathic with everyone but Madi, mistrusting and cynical of the world. When with Madi, his meaner traits fade some, and a protective brotherly side of him emerges. He cares about her, but it's still in his own way, it's not a 180 personality switch. He'll never truly be... 'nice'. He hasn't been truly nice in so long, he's pretty much forgotten what it feels like.
Background: He was orphaned at a young age with his little (adopted) sister Madi when she was an infant, for reasons he refuses to discuss. At all. Ever. They lived on the streets to avoid being separated in the orphanage or foster care systems. He kept them going by stealing necessities, though he hid as much of that from her as possible. Eventually, the stealing turned to paid assassinations. He never let Madi know what he did to get them money. He just does what he has to to keep him and his little sister alive.
Other: He loves his sister. Like more than life itself. But he hates just about everyone else, mistrusting them and all that jazz. Good luck getting on his good side, cuz it won't happen.
Name: Madeline Black
Gender: Female
Age: 11
Race: Human
Weapon: Dagger doesn't know this, but she swiped one of his knives a few years ago. She keeps it with her at all times... Just in case.
Appearance: This.
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Personality: Shy and scared. Clingy to her brother, because he's the only good in her world. His cynicism's somewhat carried to her, but she still has some optimism. She's only 11, she can't be that cynical. She hopes.
Background: Lived on the streets with her big brother Dagger her whole life, only knowing safety and comfort in him. She knows what he's done to keep them going, vaguely, and feels guilty for it, but never says anything. He's just doing what he feels is right, she knows that. As long as he comes back OK, she doesn't really care what he does while he's gone.
Other: She has a stutter. A bad one. The more scared and unconfident she gets, the worse it gets. But the more safe and happy she feels, the more it'll fade.
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Race: Human/Lucian
Weapon: HOO BOY, does he have weapons. His GLOVES are weapons. They have hidden claws in them that he can unsheathe with a flex of his fingers. And he's stocked to the gills with darts, needles, syringes and anything else you can deliver poison in, as well as poisons of all kinds to deliver in them. Has a ****ton of knives as well. He. Is. Stocked.
Appearance: This.
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Personality: Snarky and sarcastic, pretty much sociopathic with everyone but Madi, mistrusting and cynical of the world. When with Madi, his meaner traits fade some, and a protective brotherly side of him emerges. He cares about her, but it's still in his own way, it's not a 180 personality switch. He'll never truly be... 'nice'. He hasn't been truly nice in so long, he's pretty much forgotten what it feels like.
Background: He was orphaned at a young age with his little (adopted) sister Madi when she was an infant, for reasons he refuses to discuss. At all. Ever. They lived on the streets to avoid being separated in the orphanage or foster care systems. He kept them going by stealing necessities, though he hid as much of that from her as possible. Eventually, the stealing turned to paid assassinations. He never let Madi know what he did to get them money. He just does what he has to to keep him and his little sister alive.
Other: He loves his sister. Like more than life itself. But he hates just about everyone else, mistrusting them and all that jazz. Good luck getting on his good side, cuz it won't happen.
Name: Madeline Black
Gender: Female
Age: 11
Race: Human
Weapon: Dagger doesn't know this, but she swiped one of his knives a few years ago. She keeps it with her at all times... Just in case.
Appearance: This.
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Personality: Shy and scared. Clingy to her brother, because he's the only good in her world. His cynicism's somewhat carried to her, but she still has some optimism. She's only 11, she can't be that cynical. She hopes.
Background: Lived on the streets with her big brother Dagger her whole life, only knowing safety and comfort in him. She knows what he's done to keep them going, vaguely, and feels guilty for it, but never says anything. He's just doing what he feels is right, she knows that. As long as he comes back OK, she doesn't really care what he does while he's gone.
Other: She has a stutter. A bad one. The more scared and unconfident she gets, the worse it gets. But the more safe and happy she feels, the more it'll fade.
DarkLink7:
Name: Raenis Agarast
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Race: Human
Appearance: View attachment 34352
Background: he grew up in a wealthier family. He found his ability at age 4, when he saw shadows no one else could. His family was killed, so he thinks, by those shadows. His twin Michael survived, but he doen't have the ability. Raenis became a mercenary, and is single.
Other: He can see demons and evil spirits, controls one named Lenora. Uses a broadsword and an axe.
Power: Can use shadow magic
Name: Lenora Shade
Gender: Female
Age: 516 (24)
Race: Shadow
Appearance: She usually takes the form of a black human, and travels with Raenis, able to be summoned at any time. She can turn into many monstrous forms to fight, however.
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Race: Human
Appearance: View attachment 34352
Background: he grew up in a wealthier family. He found his ability at age 4, when he saw shadows no one else could. His family was killed, so he thinks, by those shadows. His twin Michael survived, but he doen't have the ability. Raenis became a mercenary, and is single.
Other: He can see demons and evil spirits, controls one named Lenora. Uses a broadsword and an axe.
Power: Can use shadow magic
Name: Lenora Shade
Gender: Female
Age: 516 (24)
Race: Shadow
Appearance: She usually takes the form of a black human, and travels with Raenis, able to be summoned at any time. She can turn into many monstrous forms to fight, however.
Fierce.Deity:
Name: Raios
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Race: Human
Appearance: Dresses in sleek medieval black clothes, and has some light body armor. Has a hood.
Background: When he was young teen growing up in the streets, he tried to steal from a man dressed head-to-toe in black. However he was noticed by the man, who then said "A Keeper is only seen when he wishes too." And then took in the young boy and trained him to be a Keeper (Look it up). 14 Years Later, after his training was complete, he left the Keepers and used his skills to thieve from the rich and give to himself, merely for the thrill of it. He later was caught up in stopping the evil plans of the Satanist cult known as the Pagans, and later the twisted religious group the Hammerites. He has quite a name for himself. And remember, what is locked can be opened. What is lost, can be found. And what is your's... Can be his...
Other: He has an array of gear. Blackjack, Knife, Collapsible Bow, Special Arrows, Climbing Gloves, Flash Bombs.
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Race: Human
Appearance: Dresses in sleek medieval black clothes, and has some light body armor. Has a hood.
Background: When he was young teen growing up in the streets, he tried to steal from a man dressed head-to-toe in black. However he was noticed by the man, who then said "A Keeper is only seen when he wishes too." And then took in the young boy and trained him to be a Keeper (Look it up). 14 Years Later, after his training was complete, he left the Keepers and used his skills to thieve from the rich and give to himself, merely for the thrill of it. He later was caught up in stopping the evil plans of the Satanist cult known as the Pagans, and later the twisted religious group the Hammerites. He has quite a name for himself. And remember, what is locked can be opened. What is lost, can be found. And what is your's... Can be his...
Other: He has an array of gear. Blackjack, Knife, Collapsible Bow, Special Arrows, Climbing Gloves, Flash Bombs.
the_miserable:
Name: Pippin (what is a 'last name?')
Gender: Male
Age:23
Race: human
Appearance:He has short brown hair with a palish skin. He is lean. Not skinny but not overweight. He has some muscle but wouldn't be called strong. his stand out feature is his deep blue eyes that speak of peace and wisdom
Background: He was born and raised in a small village that one day he accidently set on fire. He was arrested for the murder of the town but escaped several years later. It has been over 2 years since any trouble with the law and he wants it kept that way
Personality: He is kind and friendly and very trusting. He loves almost everyone and hates fighting. But don't make him mad or break his trust. he will hurt if not kill you. Also don't hurt his friend.
Other: 5573 tattoo. he also wears a black cloak and carries a large dagger.
Name: Azalea Rosa
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Race: Human
Appearance: She stands at 5'6”. Her skin is a light tan or an olive color. Her eyes are a soft brown and hold a gentle quality. Her lips are softly curved and are a delicate light light pink. Her face is pointed more and is more angular. It holds masculine qualities. Her hair is very short. It is boy's haircut. It is a light brown almost a dirty blonde. It is normally a mess. Her limbs are a little lanky but she wouldn't be described as that.
Background: Azalea was born into a poor family. Her father was a mercenary and was never home and her mother struggled to make ends meet when he was gone. She did what she could to support her daughter. She named her Azalea after her favorite flowers. Azalea always was sent off to a nearby healer's house. So she knew the trade well. One day her father and he got very mad and almost killed her but Azalea came in there having seen her dad come home. She was 14 at the time. Her father then grabbed her and ran off with her. She was forced into the life of a killer at a young. Her dad made her train and fight. She hated it but her father beat her if she didn't obey. So she came a killer. But she ran away from that life at 19 and has become a wandering healer/mercenary. She cut her hair short when she turned 16 to hide her gender by her father's orders.
Personality: Azalea is kind person at heart. She may seem rough and bossy. She is kinda of forceful and likes to get her way. But she loves nothing more than to help others. She is skilled in healing and loves to use it. She may act likes she wants to kill you or has evil motives but she only wants the best for everyone. She is big into giving free help to the lowest of the low. She makes no difference in classes. She is normally a happy person but has a terrible temper if you tick her off. She doesn't get mad easily and will normally try to make others happy first. She can be shy around people but is normally pretty talkative. If you get her on a subject she likes she won't stop talking. She can have a cool head and is calculating.
Other: Uses a lot of darts and is very skilled in the healing department
Name: Gareth O'Maley
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Race: Human
Appearance: he has red almost orange hair that is short. He stands at 6'5" and has pale skin with freckles if he spends time in the sunlight. He has dull green eyes.
Background: His parents dies in a war and as a result Gareth had to move in with his aunt and uncle. His life there wasn't pleasant so he ran off at the age of 18 and lived in the bowels of society stealing to live. He became a hard man
Personality: He is hard and cold and doesn't trust people at all. It takes a lot to befriend him. He is loyal though when he trusts you. he can be a jerk and will insult everyone.
Other: speaks with an Irish accent. He has several knives and rope.
Gender: Male
Age:23
Race: human
Appearance:He has short brown hair with a palish skin. He is lean. Not skinny but not overweight. He has some muscle but wouldn't be called strong. his stand out feature is his deep blue eyes that speak of peace and wisdom
Background: He was born and raised in a small village that one day he accidently set on fire. He was arrested for the murder of the town but escaped several years later. It has been over 2 years since any trouble with the law and he wants it kept that way
Personality: He is kind and friendly and very trusting. He loves almost everyone and hates fighting. But don't make him mad or break his trust. he will hurt if not kill you. Also don't hurt his friend.
Other: 5573 tattoo. he also wears a black cloak and carries a large dagger.
Name: Azalea Rosa
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Race: Human
Appearance: She stands at 5'6”. Her skin is a light tan or an olive color. Her eyes are a soft brown and hold a gentle quality. Her lips are softly curved and are a delicate light light pink. Her face is pointed more and is more angular. It holds masculine qualities. Her hair is very short. It is boy's haircut. It is a light brown almost a dirty blonde. It is normally a mess. Her limbs are a little lanky but she wouldn't be described as that.
Background: Azalea was born into a poor family. Her father was a mercenary and was never home and her mother struggled to make ends meet when he was gone. She did what she could to support her daughter. She named her Azalea after her favorite flowers. Azalea always was sent off to a nearby healer's house. So she knew the trade well. One day her father and he got very mad and almost killed her but Azalea came in there having seen her dad come home. She was 14 at the time. Her father then grabbed her and ran off with her. She was forced into the life of a killer at a young. Her dad made her train and fight. She hated it but her father beat her if she didn't obey. So she came a killer. But she ran away from that life at 19 and has become a wandering healer/mercenary. She cut her hair short when she turned 16 to hide her gender by her father's orders.
Personality: Azalea is kind person at heart. She may seem rough and bossy. She is kinda of forceful and likes to get her way. But she loves nothing more than to help others. She is skilled in healing and loves to use it. She may act likes she wants to kill you or has evil motives but she only wants the best for everyone. She is big into giving free help to the lowest of the low. She makes no difference in classes. She is normally a happy person but has a terrible temper if you tick her off. She doesn't get mad easily and will normally try to make others happy first. She can be shy around people but is normally pretty talkative. If you get her on a subject she likes she won't stop talking. She can have a cool head and is calculating.
Other: Uses a lot of darts and is very skilled in the healing department
Name: Gareth O'Maley
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Race: Human
Appearance: he has red almost orange hair that is short. He stands at 6'5" and has pale skin with freckles if he spends time in the sunlight. He has dull green eyes.
Background: His parents dies in a war and as a result Gareth had to move in with his aunt and uncle. His life there wasn't pleasant so he ran off at the age of 18 and lived in the bowels of society stealing to live. He became a hard man
Personality: He is hard and cold and doesn't trust people at all. It takes a lot to befriend him. He is loyal though when he trusts you. he can be a jerk and will insult everyone.
Other: speaks with an Irish accent. He has several knives and rope.
Raindrop14:
Name: Harley Windell
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Race: Half human, half demon
Weapon: Dagger
Appearance: She looks human, but she will transform into a demon (like what Michael looks as "full" demon) on random occasion, however it is a rare occurrence. Blood red short hair, black tunic, grey pants, black knee-high boots, black gauntlets, brown belt, grey eyes. She also wears a medallion, with a strange symbol on it.
Personality: Quiet, Not really into sharing her past, however light it may be, strong willed.
Background: She was born and raised in a small village, but when she turned eight she discovered her demonic appearance. Her mother explained to her that she had been born of a demon father, who had died long ago. Her step father, when he found out, didn't mind at all, and continued to love her. However Harley, when she was sixteen, took off from the village in the dead of night for fear of the town finding out about her, and harassing her parents. Now she journeys wherever she can.
Other:
Name: Michael Prow
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Race: Demon
Weapon: Sword
Appearance: He looks somewhat human, but he has little black horns on his head (not very well hidden with his blond curly hair), and his canine teeth are sharp which shows when he smiles. Whenever he gets angry his skin goes red, and small amounts of smoke emits from him. He wears regular clothing, brown boots, pants and a black tunic. He also has a medallion with his house's coat of arms on it.
Personality: Really outgoing, his demon side doesn't really show because he's quite a cheerful person, however he gets angry when something involves his past as he is not very fond of it. He wont share his past, considering it involves him being a demon.
Background: His family was chased out of his home when he was four. They were chased because the little town had figured out what they were, and so hunted them down. He was sent off with his demon father to live somewhere away from the people. Whereas his mother was sent to live with the humans, for her sake. She was with child at the time. When he was twenty he left home and decided to explore the world after being tired of hiding.
Other:
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Race: Half human, half demon
Weapon: Dagger
Appearance: She looks human, but she will transform into a demon (like what Michael looks as "full" demon) on random occasion, however it is a rare occurrence. Blood red short hair, black tunic, grey pants, black knee-high boots, black gauntlets, brown belt, grey eyes. She also wears a medallion, with a strange symbol on it.
Personality: Quiet, Not really into sharing her past, however light it may be, strong willed.
Background: She was born and raised in a small village, but when she turned eight she discovered her demonic appearance. Her mother explained to her that she had been born of a demon father, who had died long ago. Her step father, when he found out, didn't mind at all, and continued to love her. However Harley, when she was sixteen, took off from the village in the dead of night for fear of the town finding out about her, and harassing her parents. Now she journeys wherever she can.
Other:
Name: Michael Prow
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Race: Demon
Weapon: Sword
Appearance: He looks somewhat human, but he has little black horns on his head (not very well hidden with his blond curly hair), and his canine teeth are sharp which shows when he smiles. Whenever he gets angry his skin goes red, and small amounts of smoke emits from him. He wears regular clothing, brown boots, pants and a black tunic. He also has a medallion with his house's coat of arms on it.
Personality: Really outgoing, his demon side doesn't really show because he's quite a cheerful person, however he gets angry when something involves his past as he is not very fond of it. He wont share his past, considering it involves him being a demon.
Background: His family was chased out of his home when he was four. They were chased because the little town had figured out what they were, and so hunted them down. He was sent off with his demon father to live somewhere away from the people. Whereas his mother was sent to live with the humans, for her sake. She was with child at the time. When he was twenty he left home and decided to explore the world after being tired of hiding.
Other:
Woyogoyo:
Name: Faolan
Gender: Male
Age: 200 (Looks 20.)
Race: Elf
Weapon: A rapier and a bow
Appearance: Tall, athletic build, brown hair, green eyes, wears a green shirt and brown pants with a green cloak.
Personality: Cheerful, but serious when the occasion calls for it.
Background: Raised in the forest, he went to the city to train with the rapier. He has recently returned to the forest.
Other: He can communicate with animals.
Gender: Male
Age: 200 (Looks 20.)
Race: Elf
Weapon: A rapier and a bow
Appearance: Tall, athletic build, brown hair, green eyes, wears a green shirt and brown pants with a green cloak.
Personality: Cheerful, but serious when the occasion calls for it.
Background: Raised in the forest, he went to the city to train with the rapier. He has recently returned to the forest.
Other: He can communicate with animals.
Dr Horrible:
Name: Nathan Sarwyck
Gender: Male
Age: 12
Race: Human
Appearance: Nathan has blonde short hair that stands up. He is short for his age, and smaller too. His skin is paler, and Nathan always wears a cloak pulled up to hide his face. His face is always covered in dirt usually.
Weapon: None
Personality: Introverted.He was taught to trust nobody, and that is what he does. He searches for knowledge and truth ((I never realized how much of a younger Ben Berwick he is)). Nathan believes in purpose, and thinks that if you aren't useful you aren't worth anything. It is a cold truth, but one he believes in.
Background: His mother died at a young age, and he was raised by his elder brother, Jon, and Jon's friends. They were a group of cutthroats and thieves, that used Nathan to pickpocket people. Nathan learned to sneak around with ease and finesse. At age 7, Jon had been caught stealing and was killed by the victim. Nathan became depressed soon after, and was abandoned by the group. After his depression passed, Nathan stole food for himself and was never caught. He only took when he needed and never threatened anyone. When he was 9, Nathan realized that information was sometimes more valuable than gold, and began to take notes on people in a book he carried with him everywhere. He had yet to ever sell one of his secrets to someone, nor has he used them in any way.
Other: None.
Name: Tol
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Race: Selkie
Appearance: Pale blue skin, almost white. Spiky silvery hair, and white eyes.His face is slim, with gills on the bridge of his nose as well as on his neck. His teeth and nails are sharpened, and his spine sticks out more than a regular person. When on land dresses only in wool robes,but several as to hie his appearance.
Weapon: A spear, the end made of rock and the shaft coral.
Personality: Due to his appearance, believes he is a monster and therefore refuses to speak to nobody. His personality can be described as aggressive, as he does not want to be a joke to others. The belief that he thinks others believe he is a monster has lead him to behave as such.
Background: His father was dead before he was born, and his mother struggled to keep the two going in the small town he grew up in. Tol was oft left out of the games of merriment with the other children due to his horrific appearance. Tol took his frustrations out on fighting and hunting. As an adolescent, Tol would search the underwater depths in search of anything to be sold. Any encounter with a possible buyer of these items was ended with Tol attacking them after they look at him oddly. Tol ran off and lives in a small shack at the edge of the water.
Gender: Male
Age: 12
Race: Human
Appearance: Nathan has blonde short hair that stands up. He is short for his age, and smaller too. His skin is paler, and Nathan always wears a cloak pulled up to hide his face. His face is always covered in dirt usually.
Weapon: None
Personality: Introverted.He was taught to trust nobody, and that is what he does. He searches for knowledge and truth ((I never realized how much of a younger Ben Berwick he is)). Nathan believes in purpose, and thinks that if you aren't useful you aren't worth anything. It is a cold truth, but one he believes in.
Background: His mother died at a young age, and he was raised by his elder brother, Jon, and Jon's friends. They were a group of cutthroats and thieves, that used Nathan to pickpocket people. Nathan learned to sneak around with ease and finesse. At age 7, Jon had been caught stealing and was killed by the victim. Nathan became depressed soon after, and was abandoned by the group. After his depression passed, Nathan stole food for himself and was never caught. He only took when he needed and never threatened anyone. When he was 9, Nathan realized that information was sometimes more valuable than gold, and began to take notes on people in a book he carried with him everywhere. He had yet to ever sell one of his secrets to someone, nor has he used them in any way.
Other: None.
Name: Tol
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Race: Selkie
Appearance: Pale blue skin, almost white. Spiky silvery hair, and white eyes.His face is slim, with gills on the bridge of his nose as well as on his neck. His teeth and nails are sharpened, and his spine sticks out more than a regular person. When on land dresses only in wool robes,but several as to hie his appearance.
Weapon: A spear, the end made of rock and the shaft coral.
Personality: Due to his appearance, believes he is a monster and therefore refuses to speak to nobody. His personality can be described as aggressive, as he does not want to be a joke to others. The belief that he thinks others believe he is a monster has lead him to behave as such.
Background: His father was dead before he was born, and his mother struggled to keep the two going in the small town he grew up in. Tol was oft left out of the games of merriment with the other children due to his horrific appearance. Tol took his frustrations out on fighting and hunting. As an adolescent, Tol would search the underwater depths in search of anything to be sold. Any encounter with a possible buyer of these items was ended with Tol attacking them after they look at him oddly. Tol ran off and lives in a small shack at the edge of the water.
Known map:
The map: http://fav.me/d6jpurs
Intro...
Each hero awoke in the middle of the night, a bright light disturbing their slumber. They rubbed the sleep from their eyes and squinted, then covered their eyes from the blinding brightness. A figure started to form in the light, and the light dimmed so they could see clearly what the form was. The form was that of a lady, all dressed in white with lightly colored flowers about her long flowing dress. Her hair was the color of the sun, which might have been the reason for the brightness, and her face was as beautiful as ever. But her expression showed distress, and worry, and each hero puzzled at the thought that such a miraculous lady could be so sorrowful.
“My dear hero,” she spoke, with the softest voice, but full of urgency and importance. “I have called you to a great destiny, one that will expose your true self. You were born with a certain power, created within you when you were put into existence. That power speaks who you really are, and will also help the land you live in, to thrive again and cast out evils. In order to claim your power you must fulfill your destiny. This destiny will not be an easy one, but it must be done in order to open your gate. I have picked out other heroes in the world, and once you have all gained your inner power you must go to the Dark One and vanquish him, to free the people from darkness. I bring this message to you at this time because the Dark One is growing stronger than I anticipated, and the people need you. Go now, for there is no time to waste. You are ready, do not delay in what fate has told you.”
The ghostly lady faded and the light turned to darkness, once again the night was normal. Each hero was wide awake, perplexed, amazed, uncertain of whether to obey the orders of the lady. But they had to make the choice to accept the challenge or not, and now was the time to do so.
(Each character may start wherever they want, make up the name of a town. Characters can start in the same town so we have some people starting off with each other. And then you do whatever you want from there, fire away! [let's hope this doesn't explode like all my other RPs. X3])