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Post by Fungus A on Oct 5, 2009 15:48:44 GMT
Story: Signus, a world forged with the dying embers and brittle gold of the universe. Fresh and young. The million years or so has already given birth to countless species and variations, all based on the seven regions: Resturin, Foira, Regensik, Kru-Harj, Toro, Bliss and Gyrhaal, Each representing a different force. Light, Fire, Ice, Earth, Air, Dark and Mind.
Rules: Simple, nothing overpowered, no swapping different elements with different regions, you can't have a dark element from Toro, no guns or modern technology and have fun. I'll leave it up to you to choose what region, class, weapons and persona you have. and we can start whenever.
Each region has it's own accosiated element, and a landscape to match, for example, Toro, has the air element, and is associated with high up places, and forests, Toro is a giant forest with mountains sticking out of it, etc.
Resturin: light: Grassland
Foira: Fire: Deserts & volcanoes
Regensik: Ice: Glacier, lakes, mountains, sea.
Kru-Harj: Earth: mountains, caves, beaches.
Toro: Air: Mountains, forests.
Bliss: Dark: Salt plains, oil fields.
Gyrhaal: Mind: Huge cities, marsh/swamp.
There are 7 different races, native to different regions, but can be placed in any. You can have humans, which are native to Resturin and light, in Gyrhaal. None of them gain any bonuses they are all equal, even demons, which are just humans with dark or red skin.
Humans: Resturin
Elves: Gyrhaal
Dwarves: Kru-harj
Lizardmen: Foira
Beastmen: Toro
Nordic: Regensik
Demons: Bliss
Template:
Name:
Age:(14-250)
Race:
Class:(Swordsman, mage, archer, rogue, ninja (Yes), pirate (Yes), barbarian and shaman. If you want to make your own PM the name and specs.)
Element and region:
Appearence/description: (I'll accept pictures and/or written)
Weapons:
Bio/Personality:
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Post by Lewis C. on Oct 10, 2009 20:56:07 GMT
Name: Dianten Furtasaki Age: 126 Race: Elf Class: Mage [Not Pirate, but it was tempting] Element and region: Gyrhaal - Mind Appearence/description: thedarkestseason.deviantart.com/art/The-War-Mage-138222388Weapons: Sword of Asuryan, Magical Battle Staff Bio/Personality: Dianten is a quiet mage, he hardly speaks only to cast spells or yell a mighty war cry. |
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Post by Esiphas on Nov 7, 2009 22:54:58 GMT
name- Nasak
Age-120
race-lizardmen
class- slayer of elves(kills elves for a livin)
element and region-fire, foria
description-black scaled lizardman with golden spikes, alot of dark silver armour(that shows his head and his spikes go through his armour holes
weapons- heavy armour, Sheild, large black bladed sword.
bio-hates elves, has a huge gash in his right eye caused by an elvem sword. shouts, roars an screams alot.
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Post by Father Nurgle on Nov 8, 2009 4:17:33 GMT
Name: Leon Age: 23 Race: Human Class: Assassin (ninja) Element and region: Ice, Regensik Appearance/description: skyrion.deviantart.com/art/Assassin-101520230 Weapons: 2 swords (in picture) can cast ice powers. Bio/Personality: Very curious about things. deceitful, trickery master, sly. Kills for money, and for heroism to try and redeem his past deeds. |
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Post by Fungus A on Nov 10, 2009 19:21:49 GMT
Sorry, I left the RP to rot for a while. As it stands, everybody is on a single island, drawn together by an urge which varies by character. I'll let you guys think up different scenarios. the island is lush and green surrounded by clear blue skys, the occasional puff of spores being released into the air from the huge fungal pillars. We can start now.
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Post by Father Nurgle on Nov 11, 2009 3:28:55 GMT
(alrite, lets do it.)
Leon Felt the cool breeze on his cheeks. icy winds chilled the air around him. He awoke whilst dreaming of his past, it was not but a subconscious thought. He sat up on the now chilled bed. his body temperature was lower than usual human bodies, and he didn't mind the cold. he was staying at an inn off the coast of a winter land, he was about to go to one of the massive Gyrhaal cities to the north. he had an assassination job to do. as long as it got him dinner, he did not care... only problem he had was the his destination barely clipped the lands of foira, the hot land. he had to do it anyways, he hoped it wouldn't get him in a fight with fire...
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Post by zerg on Nov 11, 2009 19:05:08 GMT
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Post by zerg on Nov 11, 2009 19:24:15 GMT
Golen looked up to the sky. Birds were just stretching their wings on the island. Golen walked over to the ritual circle. It was entering the ninth year of his pilgrimage. Soon, he would become a senior Shaman. But first.... Golen sat down in the middle of the circle and breathed. Ethereal powers swirled around him. His fur started to rise. He raised his cupped hands towards the sky, and cast the dice. Looking at the pattern, he frowned, deep in thought. "Hhurmmmmm..." He murmured. "Interesting..." He packed up his ritual stones and started towards the middle of the island, prepared for the conflict before him.
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Post by barkblast334 on Nov 12, 2009 0:45:36 GMT
Name: Kali'naj Age: 21 Race: Demon Class: Dark Wanderer (stats down the bottom) Element and region: Bliss, Dark Appearence/description: war3.incgamers.com/uploads/09845.Demon_Hunter.jpgWeapons: Two double-sided scimitar blades Bio/Personality: Angry, pissed off most of the time, darkness clouds his soul. Dark Wanderer Bio: Dark Wanderers are usually cursed, and usually cursed to wander the land. This is not true in all cases, but it's the case most of the time. Other times, they just wander. Also, they all have some form of darkness hanging over their heads. Strength: (race dependent, in my case medium) Agility: (race dependent, in my case high) Fortitude: Medium Magicka: General spells (like torchlight, minor combat spells, heal if you're lucky), some curses. OOC: Good enough? Both cases (character and class) Kali'naj walked forward, his feet taking him where he did not wish to go. He stopped by a fungal tower, watching the world go on with it's daily life. Suddenly he espied a Beastman, moving into a stone circle of some kind. He drew his blades, ready to fight if need be. He called out, "Friend! Why do you abide here?" |
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Post by Fungus A on Nov 14, 2009 11:35:55 GMT
Name: signals
Age: 26
Race: Beastman
Class: Ninja
Element and region: Air, Toro
Appearance/description: Vaguely humanoid. Extremely insect like with influence from samurai and ninja alike. He has six exoskeleton encased limbs, two pairs of arms and a huge, powerful pair of legs. He has spines and hooks on his fore arms and shins and has clawed hands and two toed feet. His Face is masked all the time and his right eye is the only eye that can see, his other eye is covered by the masks grotesque details. His armor is plated near the waist, back and shoulders, these plates are designed for full mobility and being extremely light. the rest of his body is covered by three layers of ninja style robes and clothing, covering most of his chitinous skin. the robes are black and have an underlying mesh and underneath that another layer of tight elastic fabric. The robes are tucked into a pair of knee height socks that end with a leather strap around the middle and heel of his foot. his hands have a leather pad on the palm, knuckles and back. all of his clothes ensure maximum mobility and speed as he leaps around from tree to tree, reaching his target unnoticed.
Weapons: A pair of katanas, usually wielded in the lower arms, leaving the upper arms free to climb and grasp. Two pouches of shurikens and a Bamboo laminate short bow with quiver.
Bio/Personality: Considered an outcast amongst toro most of the insectile beastmen turn to a darker side. signals turned to the many councils that govern Toro and requested that Insectile beastmen or Kis-Mar be allowed to enter positions of power, later in his life after being rejected his request, became the ringleader of several protests most of them peaceful. a few councils eventually gave in, but rather than allow them positions of power they betrayed them and gave them a safe sanctuary around the borders of Toro and Kru-Harj. There they were allowed seven ambassadors and signals was to be one of them. signals was furious and along with his superiors declared civil war. Their forces were eventually destroyed after sixteen years of pain and suffering and signals and the many others that led the revolt were outcast. the remaining Kis-Mar were all allowed civil rights and positions amongst the council. by this time Signals had forgotten that he had achieved what he wanted, and set his sights on infiltrating, dominating and eventually ruling toro and nearby lands. He joined an established cult and guild of assassins and still now works to wards the destruction of the global councils.
Because of this he is hardened against most behaviours and isn't easily suprised, offended and allied. He is calm in most situations but is often quick to act, and can eisily make unwanted foes.
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Post by barkblast334 on Nov 14, 2009 12:43:32 GMT
Rakanis noticed something strange...a chill sensation on his back. He turned to look and almost didn't see an insectile form in the darkness.
OOC: You don't wander every freakin' land in the world and not come back with a few skills, man.
Rakanis frowned, turning back to look at the other beastman, while drawing his blades as if at the other. He spun back round after he had drawn and advanced on the second beastman, his face set grimly. Suddenly it leapt into a tree, and when he tried to follow it with his eyes, it was gone.
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Post by Fungus A on Nov 14, 2009 13:10:33 GMT
Signals was intent on circling the group. He saw hostility and he intended to get his fair share of what was going on. His beetle like limbs clicked twice and he leapt into another tree, casting a flying shadow on the ground near the two of them. The sun was soft in the sky, illuminating everything and making it seem much clearer. Signals' sillhouette soared across the sky once more, again casting the shadow. He paused for a moment, hesistating to leap. He noticed that one of them was aware of him, but the other one seemed distant. He peered through the thick leaves of the Lumambra tree. his eye met thiers. One of them had an eerie presence, as fearless as Signals is, even he felt chilled at the sight of the demon. He dropped down out of view and scuttled through the undergrowth, taking full advantage of his six limbs to crawl at high speeds with no more than faint rustle.
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Post by barkblast334 on Nov 15, 2009 5:21:24 GMT
OOC: Whoops. I used a name i was originally going to use: rakanis. hehe.
Kali'naj turned back to Golen, trying to get his attention.
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Post by zerg on Nov 15, 2009 14:23:36 GMT
Golen flicked his ears. "Eh?" he asked. Turning, he saw a demon walking toward him. Damn. If he hadn't been Reading, he would have noticed sooner. He drew the Dice, and dropped them on the ground. "Hmmm..." He bent over examining them. "Very well."
He looked up toward the demon. "Hello!" he said, waving his hand. Goren examined him closer. He was cursed, and came from Bliss. Not extremely uncommon for a demon. He heard another Beastman rustling through the forest. Insectoid by the smell. He called a blue-bird to follow him for a while, just in case. He turned his attention back to the demon. "How are you, Accursed?"
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Post by barkblast334 on Nov 16, 2009 0:38:43 GMT
"Wandering, as always. I am, however, surprised to see a beastman out here. Then again, I suppose you're surprised to see a demon out here.". Golen flicked his ears again, and asked, "Wandering?", and Kali'naj replied. "I am Kali'naj, the Dark Wanderer of the East."
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