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Creative Arts and Media => Roleplay => Serious RP => Topic started by: Ishii & Maximus on April 03, 2008, 04:06:30 AM
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just thought I'd try a serious Role-play again, seeing as the last one colapsed around my ears...
I call this one "The Galian Crusades" and is based of an old one of me and my friends (though it wasn't furry, so my chars only had ear's and tails) where the basic premise is a bunch of people, heros and civilians and villains alike, are forced together by the cruel hand of Fayte (one of the NPC gods I will RP later) in a small village just south of the "Old World" where an ancient power resides. We start in Hisouke, a small port town on the edge of the new sea, were the two main characters (mine) were born and raised to the age of 6 and 9 (gonna have to say, in the honour of my origional co-writer, and I quote, "LOL 69!")
some basic rules:
1. up to two characters each, it gets confusing after a certain extent, even if you use colored fonts
2. No, and this is very crucial, NO GOD MODING, to elaborate, no killing any PC characters, or NPC unless I aprove, and no saying something like:
Somebody: Kerioku steped forward, impailing his enemy upon his magic enforced blade, and as he grined sadistically, said enemy slumped forward, heart stopped before he hit the ground
I will, however, except
Sombody: Kerioku steped forward, magicaly enforced blade poised to kill, and, with a savage war cry, lunged forward, aming for his chest
or some such variation
2b. On a side note, restrict your characters, some furrs (looks pointedly at Ryuuzaki) used to, or do like to give themselved mastery over about seven or so things, try to limit yourself to one, and maybe minor talents elseware
3.I am versitial as to who your character is, and hold no grudges against those who walk on the dark side, but have a desent reason as to why they are helping in this quest. on that note, PM me over their specialties.
4. This is a round robin style post, so please, for the sake of all that is chocolate-y, wait your turn, turn skips after 2 days of non posting
I may seem picky, but I am a serious Rper (read, Have no life) and will abide by this rules
and so ends my rule rant, not with a bang, but with advise, Even the gods have thier limits, and the world will cease to be with out someone to take over (hint,hint), and, don't ever inhale poprocks, EVER!
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The basic startout sheet thingy as follows:
Name: Damian Ryuke
Class: Swordman
Age: 17
Race: Mixed Galian(human)/Kieridian(bipedial animal(furry))
Aliance: Neutral Good
Village: Hisouke
Appearance/Backround: Damian, once one of the King's Own, A gaurd to the King Liam himself, stands at about 6"1, and carries himeself with an air of confidance, not perticularly burly, he focuses more on adaptability and speed in his fighting style. Once donning a full battle armor, he shed it in favor of something better equipped for himself, a light brestplate crafted by dwarrow out of pure Galinite ore, lightweight and super durable, over a white sleeveless tunic, on it's front, his family crest (will draw later). He wears black hunter pants, with twin blue dragons curling around the legs. Supple tan leather boots to allow quite movement, and black cloth fingerless gloves, with metal plates on the back. He wears a blue headband, with does nothing to stop his long unruly dark hair , which is tipped green from getting in his eyes, which are steely grey. His ears and tail are dusty blonde, clashing greatly with his clothing style, and are tipped white. He wears a full face mask most of the time in piblic, which is in the likeness of a Draconic Lion, his clan insignia. He claimes it is to keep away his enemies on the battlefield, and to keep the vicious (acording to him) fan-girls away in towns. The only weapon he carries (with rediculous ease, for one so unburly) is a five foot broad sword, wcich is easily as wide as he. It handle is bound in black cloth, for a better grip, and has a saphire Draconic Lion curling up it's blade, it has no gaurd. Not much is known about his past, but he has become infamous in and around his country and its nieghbours, as the (you guessed it) Draconic Lion.
phew, thats a mouthfull, onto his brother
Name: Gabrial Ryuke
Class: Weave Mage
Age: 20
Race: Mixed Galian/Kieridian
Alliance: Chaosic Good (not Chaotic Good, btw)
Village: Hisouke
Appearence/Backround: Well Gabrial and Damian are twins, the resembalance is just that, a resembalance. There attidutes could not be more opposites, whereas Gabrial is calm, cool and collected, his brother is more brazen, given to charge without thinking (smart, but rash) he prefers to stay back and stragize, no matter the situation, and indeed, has been known to ponder for over a good hour over which is the best way to make his tea (wich he is quite fond of, unlick his pocky munching lacky...er, brother). Well he stands fully at 6", the test he took for his Weaving licence left his body twisted and crippled, to the point were he leans heavily on his oak staff. He wears the standard Royal blue robes of a weave mage, it has his clan crest on the front, and many of his spell components rest in the leather pouched hangong of his belt. He wears soft leather boots, not ideal for walking at a fast pace, but very comfortable. his hair is longer than his brother's, it is often brushed back, and is peppered with grey, a reasult of the Test. his eyes are lighter than his brothers, and almost white. Though he has lived and traveled with his brother all his life, they follow opposite gods, he worships Tekeisis, Goddess of The night, his brother follow the teachings of Soliare, God of All divine, and to a lesser extent Fayte, The goddess of luck and Destiny, and Ja'ar, The bull headed (literaly) God of the sword
Phew, that was looong... and now the acctual story... T-T
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It was said, or rather rumoured, that in the district proper of Lissai, under the rule of King Liam, there lived, in and around the forest near the Border of the two worlds, an elusive creature, known as the Jaithe. It was said that they lured those with weak minds and wills, with there innocent looks and small nature. Those enchanted would follow them to there doom, deep into the lair of the Jaithe, were it would devour you soul. Upon it's victory, it would let out a soul shivering screech, as it feasted upon the soul of it's victim.
These of course, were just rumours, But Damian Ryuke, The Draconic Lion of Hisouke, formarly captain of the King's Own, Elitest Knights of Lissai, feared by his enemies for his almost inhuman speed and cunning on the battlefield, could not help but shudder as he entered the gates of his home village, watching some children playing a game of Ja'la (a game like basketball and soccer, for those who want to know) let out happy shrieks, eerily similar to those dicribed in these rumours. His older brother looked up at him, leaning upon his staff as he always did.
"They are just rumours, Damian, that is all..." His voice was raspy, as though he had not drank in a long while, which was true, but that was hardly relavent. His brother looked sideways at him, a grin plastered on his face
"I know, Gabe, but still, it's to close for my liking..." He hefted his massive broadsword over his shoulder, as easily as a child with a new toy, which, coinsedentaly, was exactly what he looked like. He looked around the town square, sighing happily with a glazed look in his eye "brings back alot of memories, huh Gabe?" He was ofcourse refering to the town in which they were, the port town of Hisouke, their home
"Indeed, though I wonder what the coucil will have to say about uour return, we didn't leave on... friendly terms, to say the least..." He cast his gaze to the tower above. It was situated on a cliff, overlooking the town, and giving the intended feeling of a watchfull and stern parent, ready to berate you for everything you do, though, he mused, his mind could be imagining things, one who spent there life around illusions, after all, had a tendancy to do such things. He was brought out of his wonderings by the tell-tale crunch of his 'dear' brother biting into another insepid piece of the detested pocky.
"well," he exclaimed, mouth full, "I suppose we'd better find ourselves a hotel, preferably one with a bar..." He looked around again, a smile slowly creeping it's way onto his face, though it was covered by that mask.
"fortunatly for you brother, the legal age of drink here is fifteen, though I have no idea why..." He looked sickened, recalling the last time his brother had partakin in a 'small' drinking contest. It had ended with there banishment from that bar, and a heafty fee to pay for the damages...
He looked to his brother, only to find him opening the door to a bar a little ways ahead of him. He hobbled forwards, glancing at the rickity sign above the door, which read, "The Red Dragon pub" He had a bad feeling about it, his spine shivered, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up ominously. He pushed the feeling away, he was getting paranoid these days, and closed the door behind him, bell tinkling in the dusty dark of the bar.
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so very, very long, and unbelieavibly, I shortened it... omg
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((ok i think i might be able to join, if thats ok with you))
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(anyone is more than welcome to join)
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Name: renn
Class: outcast with hidden powers
Age: 17
Race: Mixed Galian/Kieridian
Alliance: chosaic
Village: Hisouke
Appearence/Backround:thin and stubborn,but attractive
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Name: Payne
Class: Archer (If allowed)
Age: 16
Race: Mixed Galian/Kieridian
Alliance: Natural
Village: Hisouke
Appearance/Background: Has a slim figure and is a normal height for your average 16 year old female,
Her clothing consists of a dark green, long sleeved dress tunic, dark brown knee high boots, and a Tab
(Small leather patch which protects the fingers). The only weapons she uses is a longbow, Flu-Flu Arrows (short range),
and your normal long range arrows, But if need a small dagger. She has two toned eyes, her left is a sky blue and her right
is a pale grey, her ears and tail are a pure white and stick out against her soot black hair which goes half way down her
back and is normally tied back in a pony tail which is then tucked down the back of her tunic, so it doesn't get in her way.
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is seated inside the pub, and sits playing with her brwon hair when she hears the door open she wwatchs as two men walk in. she takes a sip of her drink and trys to get comfortable in her dress(which id a dark blue
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was walking along the streets looking around with her bow in hand and her ears perked as she listened to wind blowing, she gazed over at two men walking to a pub before going into a weapon shop so she could buy some Flu-Flu arrows.
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she felt for her knife that was concelad in her tocking and hought about getting some more arrows for her bow, she sighed and made ready to get up and go for the weapon shop
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((This sounds interesting))
Name:Kelyn (Close friends call her Kel)
Class: Outkast (or course XDDD)
Age: 17
Race: Mixed Galian/Kieridian
Alliance:Chosaic
Village: Hisouke
Appearance/Background:She wears a black tunic with red around the rims, ((Very blane XDD)) White knee high plain boots suit her regular activity of walking around the village. Her tail and ears are purple with an odd pink scar she obtained from a fight she got into with her older, now deceased, brother. No one really knows about her past. Most people she meets only know her father and mother died when she was the age of 10-11. Her blue waist length hair sticks out like a sore thumb which she ties back into a bun and tucks under her hat at points. Her siblings were killed the year before she turned 17. No one reallly knows how. Kel just says they disappeared and never came back. She keeps herself pushed back from the world around her to save herself from being hurt once more. Kel keeps a small dagger which has a small rose with thorns curling around the blade. Its kept in a small pocket on her waist. ((O.Ommmmk.......done with the ranting...))
Kelyn sat in the pub fondling a peice of her hair sighing softly waiting for it to be night. Thats the best time she used to say. She noticed two men and then a girl but didnt pay much attention to it. Kel really wasnt into having friends. 'slowed her down' she said. She tied her hair back and got up leaving the pub and walking down the road..
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Kelyn opened the door to the weapon shop and smirked to herself. She needed a new pouch for her dagger, but wasnt up for the part where the shop keeper flirted with her. He always somehow found a way to 'flirt',if you wanna call it that,with Kelyn. She found the pouch she needed. a Soft but good pouch. She paid for without even talking to the shop keeper and left walkking back down the street.
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(when I said "round-Robin" I meant that you don't post whenever yo feel like, I mean you post in the order that you gave you characters, for exaple the order as of now is me(Hikari Tenshi), then XXxMaximuMXXx, then Crimson Rose, Then Kelyn, sorry if you misunderstood...)
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((I understood. but neither your nor Max were on))
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Name: Crimson Fury
Class: Dark Knight
Age: 30
Race: tiger demon
Alliance: chaotic evil
Village: Hisouke
Appearance/Background: http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y184/gogets5/Snapshot_001.jpg An evil demon who seeks nothing but total control over the whole world. It is rumored he once was in fact a messenger sent by the Gods to tell those to change their ways that had fallen short of the god's will, however the people rebuked him and casted him out into the darkness.
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walks out into the fresh air and buys a new set of arrows. then sits on the park wall to rethink things over
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After buying her arrows she goes into the pub that she has seen the two men go into and sat down at the bar thing to buy a drink
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keeping her head down low, as to not make people look a her and she trudged thorught the road to the pub once more
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((Uuuuh max i was suppose too post....its a round robin RP so now ima have to wait till Fang posts again......))
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Orders a drink and sits at the bar sipping it slowly, she closed her closed and perked her ears so and listened carefully to the people in the pub mumbled in drunken tones
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Kelyn yawned it was getting dark and she was going to find something to do. She passed a few buildings she usually hung out with with the small specific and picky group of friends she had,But they were all doing there own thing tonight. She put her up and tucked it under her hat; Jumping up on a small house's roof she gazed over the city trying to find some place that would be interesting to hang out at..
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Crimson Fury walked into to his usual pub, as he did every time around this hour of night. There was a cold stillness as he entered the pub, for most of the comers there knew full well who he was, and what he was capable of doing to them if one happened to get on his bade side. Crimson Fury then found an empty sit right next to the bar, and ordered his normal drink, which a glass of straight vodka.
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((ok so when do i go?))
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((It goes Tenshi,Max,Fang,Me,Knight))
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(( Hah, not to be mean or anything...But we going to have to wait FOREVER for tenshi to post in this topic...))
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((Well like the rules or whatever said that he posted. He hasnt been on in 2 days so it skips to Max))
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(( He was on today or yesterday....Or both O.o))
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((Bu he hasnt posted here in forever so it skips to max. if she doesnt post in two days then it goes to you))
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(( Well, since I'm technically not held to the pecking order yet, I'll throw in my post. ))
Answers to: Shadow
Class: Assassin
Age: 23
Race: Some type of feline, possibly a panther
Alliance: Highest bidder
Village: Unknown
Appearance/Background: Only the Gods knew what sorts of malignant instruments lay under the cloak of nothingness and blood, and even then there was room for doubt. Hood ever drawn, his face is concealed to those who would venture a look at the figure, save for the single faintly glowing orb that served as his left eye for the majority of his life. Claws ever extending and retracting, his gaze cold and full of dark intent, he moves from one town to the next to put his talents to use. And the ever-growing collection within his robes serves as a testament to that fact. Nearly everything he owns has been used to put an end to someone, and most have been imbued with the most primal of arcane magic, bound with the raw fury and despair of those they served to destroy. And one can never forget the countless souls freed from their mortal flesh by the most basic of weapons any feline is granted; his teeth, his claws, and his imagination.
A dark figure strides down the villages main street, looking for a place to rest. His dark cloak flows behind him, the sound of jingling metal faint but present. Was his wardrobe cliche? A bit perhaps, but he worked best at night, and the cloak rendered him all but invisible. The orange sun setting behind him made his arrival seem all the more ominous, though his mind was only on food and shelter at the moment. He paused only a moment before walking into the local pub, not bothering to read the sign. Aside from the muffled clanging of his unknown equipment, he made no sound as he approached the bar. As he asked the price for a room, his accent was immediately apparent. This was not his land, and only a fool would believe otherwise.
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(As well as myself. I'll join if it's ok with everyone else.)
Answers to: Serous
Class: Archer
Age:20
Race: Feline, Panther or tiger
Alliance: none for now
Village: Aelms
Background/Appearance: Covered in pale clothing of unknown origin with dark embroidery, Serous wears a dark brown quill on her back with a longbow. Her brown hair is cut short, extending to the nape of her neck in straight wisps. Her greenish blue eyes resemble that of a snakes in design. She wears no shoes as these are foreign where she comes from.
Serous stole into the town, glancing around hesitantly as she made her way to the pub, looking for a place to stay. Her bare feet were dirty and her coat was caked with dried red clay. It was so much, you could not tell her species but that she was feline-like. Her eyes were narrowed to slivers of black in greenish blue pools.
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((So it goes like this right? Tenshi,Max,Me,Knight,Dave,and then Broken right? O.o?))
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(I think so...)
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(Sounds about right. And seeing as Tenshi's last post was quite some time ago, I'd say Max is up)
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(( Well have fun waiting for her.....She comes on like once a week because she doesn't have the internet))
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((Its been Maxs turn for a LONG time))
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(neh, neh, forgive me for not posting, but my life's kinda...messed up right now, but I'll post my next turn, I promise)
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(( ^ is forgiven, by me at least. Trust me, I know the feeling.))
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((still is waiting for who ever))
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(AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHIM SO SORY, and your a ral treaty crimson)) wondersd into the main city center and looked about nervously(sewriously im so sorrry!
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((poke the thread :boom:))
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arent we writting hehe any more!
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((you got me, it is like everyone curled up and died lol))
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(It's Paws' turn)
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((Ya >_< taking FOREVER))
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(( Sorry I thought this thread died...Anyways.... O.o......))
after finishing her drink she went back outside and started to wonder round the local trader stools
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**THANK YOOOOOOOOOO*
Kelyn walked into another small shop and looked around and found nothing that interested her. She sighed and walked back outside and headed down the road thinking something may catch her attention.
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Crimson Fury then finished his drink, taking a glance around the bar to see if there was any one he recognized, or any one that he should be cautious of. Not seeing such a person he then ordered a second glass.
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(Yo, Dave, your turn! WAKE UP!! xD I'm waiting for my turn...)
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((*wakes up* George Washington!))
Shadow takes the key from the bartender and starts up the stairs. The room was indefinately spartan, which suited the assassin well enough. He cast off his robe, exposing the blades tucked underneath. A dozen or so throwing knives, two shortswords, and a fairly ornate longsword. The longsword was even before he took his robe off, but everyone carried a blade of some sort. The assassin simply carried enough to raise suspicion.
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As she chatted with the bartender, she noticed a few furs hanging around. She flicked her tail, gaze sliding from one to the next until they rested on the one who'd just left.
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((is it meh go...no i thinks its thingys....sorry i cant remeber anthing soz))
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(Check the previous pages Max)
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((i thought it was tensji go..befoer me))