Pulse of the Land

[Tyamius, Shadow Lord]

Upon the Planet El-Cia, a Tyrant Dictator once ruled with a ceramite fist. Taxing the laborers, who he paid but the minimal, to the point where children starved, sickness ravaged towns, and most people were without a home. The mines of El-Cia produced a rare mineral known for its magical capabilities, this substance was called Tetracite.

But unknown to the Ruler of the planet, a small resistance force had been stealing the rare mineral and giving it the the smiths and mages in secret. The smiths and mages worked in unison to fashion the mineral into 6 very powerful weapons.

A sword that burst into flame, a hammer that could split mountains, a scythe that was said to control the dead, a glaive that vibrated and sparked with lightning, a bow that shot arrows formed from pure light, and a single pair of gloves that made the wearers body flow like the water he could control.

These weapons were used to liberate the people, kill the Tyranical Ruler, and split the land into six kingdoms each ruled by one of the wielders of Tetracite. The lands lived in peace and harmony for 100 years, the rulers life spans increased due to the Tetracite they wielded. But one day the Ruler of the Scythe grew restless, he lashed out sending forth his army to attack the Ruler of Swords. This started the War of Gods, in which few survived and it was resolved the weapons be laid to rest forever.

Now several thousand years later a young man has dug up one of the six, the scythe. Leading a hundred dead warriors across the world he lays waste to a now modern place. (Like 2011 America) The other five weapons lay with the descendants of the old warriors. Shall you ally yourself with the Warrior of the Scythe, Reklan, or Shall you work to save the world where you call home.

Weapons
Sword of a Thousand Flames (Fire)
Glaive of the Storm (Lightning/Wind)
Hammer of the Earth (Earth)
Bow of Piercing Light (Light)
Gloves of Flowing Soul (Water)

Skills
Dirty Fighting, allows you to use a cheap tactic to score a blow on you enemy.
Justice and Valor, your weapon sings with the power of good causing those of evil to shy away and flee in fear.
Unparalled Reflexes, you are fast enough to dodge arrows, move around enemies for the killing blow, and if push comes to shove make a run for it.


Name:Reklan Dysandia
Gender:Male
Weapon: Scythe of the Undead
Skill: Dirty Fighting

Bio: After years of hearing the tales of the scythe, researching everything about the tale and history of the planet, and searching Reklan found the weapon of death and vowed he would rule the planet that otherwise had no place for him. He now searches for the other weapons of legend i hopes to use them to rule.

Appearance: Standing just above average at 6 ft. Reklan is slim with some muscle, fitting for the wielder of the scythe as he looks like nothing under his black clothing and armor. His long black hair is pulled back into a pony tail revealing eyes that glow white rimmed with black.
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[Esiphas]

Name: Vlad Kasarak the 5th
Gender: Male
Weapon: Glaive of Storms ( media.photobucket.com/image/guisarme/JustinKase/Warmachine/Warjacks/Vanguard/Vanguard_WIP_03c.jpg )
Skill: Unparalled Reflexes
Bio: Vlad is the great great grandson of the original Glaive Wielder, and Inherited his ancestors weapon when he came of age. Like his ancestors and Namesakes, he is a ruthless fighter, and constantly beats even his closest allys in battles. He almost lost everything when he was charged with Domestic abuse, but he escaped justice when his wife disapeared whilst he was in custody. Vlad vowed he would tear the world apart to find her, and punish her for causing him grief, and eventually this desire turned into a desire to purge humanity, who made his life a misery.
Appearance: A heavily muscled man, at about 6'4. He wears a leather trench coat, and blood red leather armour. His hair is snow white, and his eyes hawk yellow.

[Fleet]

Name: Camon Sythril
Gender: Male
Weapon:Gloves of Flowing Soul (Water)
Skill:Unparalled Reflexes
Bio: Camon's parents died when Camon was still growing up and he was raised by his uncle. He grew to hate death for taking his parents away from him. When he obtained the weapon he thought he would be able to conquer death with it. Eventually he realised he couldn't and through his frustration ended up creating a second personality known as 'Tusdar'. Tusdar is arrogant and violent- but Camon is calm and peaceful. Tusdar makes his 'visits' randomnly but recently they are becoming more frequent. Camon is aware of a war approaching and wants no part of it- but Tusdar wants to kill death...
Appearance: He is skinny and stands just under 6ft. He wears a dark blue cloak and black, light clothes. His eyes are different colours- his left is blue and his right is green. His hair is short and blonde.

[Yuno]

ooc(I was hoping I could add a amulet of some variety of healing Jward? Not all that gung ho on the others.)

Name: Althea Caresse
Gender: Female
Weapon: Amulet of Healing Touch
Skill: Justice and Valor
Appearance: This girl is lovely in a soft, easy way. Her hair is blondish brown and falls in messy waves/curls. Her face is delicate, her nose is small and perfect and her lips are soft and set in a meek smile. Her eyes have a kind spark to them, so that when she gazes upon someone they feel better. Her frame is also delicate although it is slender in a semi appealing way. Her clothes consist of a light yellow sundress which falls over pair of dark blue jeans and a pair of brown boots. The amulet she wears is a simple silver necklace with an opal gemstone.

Bio:Althea grew up the eldest of 5 other children. Which wouldnt have been so bad but her mother died when she was 6. Her father fell into a deep depression and eventually turned to drug use to try and solve his pain. Had this been all, her life wouldnt have been great but it would not be terrible either. It was the introduction of abuse that tipped the scales to poor. On particularly horrific nights he would storm into the room his 5 children shared and he would start swinging. Althea being the eldest defended her younger brothers and sisters making herself the object of his depressed rage. By the time she was 13 everyone except her had been removed from his care by various caring relatives. She stayed behind hoping to cure her father of his pain. This would have been a pipe dream had fate not chosen her. One day on a school trip to a rather large bridge one of the school bullies simply shoved her over the edge of the small bridge into the water. Most children would have been very hurt but she sank to the bottom of the river her untrained hands grasping at the water in desperation. No one noticed, no one had ever noticed her quiet pleas for help. The water swallowed her carrying her down the river and as she desperately grasped for solid ground she found herself plunged straight into the darkest water. She doesnt really know what happens after this. Several days later she opened her eyes and found herself laying on the river bank dirty and half dry. The amulet she now wears secure around her neck. Slowly rising she pondered how she didnt drown. The walk home was slow and it was when she stopped at a diner for food that she found out. Her father had been found dead from a drug overdose. She was now alone in the world save for the clothes on her back and the opal around her throat. It took little effort to find a job helping the elderly and animals. She had found that her touch seemed to heal the weak. She eventually became aware of the necklaces history and now seeks to follow whatever path is set.

(This character has no combat abilities, in a fight she will cower and be beaten. She can only shield and heal.)

[hivetyrant103110]

Name: Tyson Smith

Gender: Male

Weapon: Bow of Piercing Light (Light)

Skill: Justice and Valor

Bio: While Tyson was growing up he was always the good one. He stopped bullies in there tracks and magically they would. There was something in his voice that made him different and altogether a good person. He became a beacon of hope wile he was growing up. After he had been through much and was about the age of 20 his grandmother came to him on her death bed. She told him that he must go up into the attic to find here chest and open it with a hidden key. She handed him a key that seemed to radiate with light. Then she faded away. He did as she said and found that chest. When he opened it he found a light brighter then a thousand suns flow from the chest. He picked up the item and there it was The Bow of Piercing Light. In the chest he also found an ancient chain mail that belonged to the first bow wielder. It was said that it has never been penetrated. He has kept these items secret from prying eyes and has practiced with them on his own time. He has become a really good shot.

Appearance: He is around the age of 25 and still in his prime. He may not be the wisest but he certainly isn't stupid. He as short dirty blond hair and golden eyes. He is about 6' 5" and wears The Heaven's Armor which is a chain mail shirt that is said to be stronger then even the hardest metals. Tyson is slender and agile with eyes as sharp as an eagles eyes.

[TheLostExarch]

Name: Starkk Lupus
Gender: Male
Weapon: Hammer of the Earth (Earth)
Skill: Unparalled Reflexes
Bio: Starkk was exiled when he was twelve from his village as part of the initiation of manhood ceremony. As the prodigous son of the chief, his task was greater than any set before it. He was to find and recover the Hammer of the Earth, or never return. He found the Hammer after eight years in a cave at the heart of Mount Wolvesbane. He returned to his tribe, now aged twenty two (it's a long trip) to find his father dead and the throne to be taken by his younger brother. He left the village once more to train to defeat his brother, but found himself in this.
Appearance: Short and stocky (around 5 ft), no hair, wears a dark brown tunic over light brown ablative plates, eyes are matt black and he seems to be soulless, he carries the Hammer of the Earth in a sling over his left shoulder.

[carnofex]

Name: alex. stucove
Gender: male
Weapon: Sword of a Thousand Flames
Skill:Unparalled Reflexes
Bio: being in the blood line of the great flame swordsmen alex decided to take a change of his gifts as a flame swordsmen his age as young as 24 seemed to take a great advance to his skills and ways. fallowing the teaching of the old ways he has mastered most swordsmen fighting styles and lives to this day as a protecter of the innocent. (short i know)
Appearance: wearing a black shirt with a grey duster, he also sported a pair of urban camo like pants, and a nice hat to go with it to make him almost one of how to say. respect.

[Tyamius, Shadow Lord]

PEOPLE I am very sorry, I haven't been around. My school is proxy, firewall, blocked hell. So I am creating a new proxy to use while there, I am also getting internet at my house this coming week after I go to court monday. Moving several times, including schools, and having to readjust everytime and find a new job and ecerything has tired me immensly. I am starting this now.

Namine, yes you can have the amulet but I have a feeling you'll be more support and eveone else took the main weapons so we'll have several supporting characters. Its good to be back in this forum and on my 40k playing binge. I played 4 games in a week.

I knew Carno would take the sword, its on fire for Emperor's sake. Im guessing that the Good Doctor once I contact him will return and ally himself with me due to the backstory. I would like to know who else is aligned with evil and who is good. I shall contact Namine and Doctor in a moment and we will start shortly thank you for your patient.

Shadow of Sylus, Tyamius.

[carnofex]

(Still no welcome back. Oh and welcome back jward hope the proxy works out. Oh ya I like flanes)

[Zrascak]

Name: Sammael
Gender:Male
Weapon:ORDINARY battle-scythe
Skill:Unparallelled reflexes.
Bio: A man of around 18 Sammael has worked as a professional killer for about ten years (yeah he was eight when he started). Other than that not much is known about him except the fact that he never refers to himself as a warrior, only as a killer.
Appearance: A tall man with totally black hair and clear white skin. He wears a light black armour and the scythe has a black and red blade, the edge is blood red and the ridge is black, divided by a wave-shaped silver line. He has got a big scar over his left eye.

[Esiphas]

Ya, I be with you. Insane spear-wielding lightningrod? If only i was allowed to be an immortal, I'd be set for life.

[TheLostExarch]

I'll ally with the good side if thats all right, but in case I wasn't clear in my intro (i am often rather opaque) I will be using the whole 'splitting mountains' in a capoiera (excuse my french) style battle-art, so I will emphasize the stereotype with earth of strong but slow. K?

[Yuno]

(soo uhh lets get this party started!?)

Althea had been tired lately. Even her job working in the nursing home was beginning to tax her. Not a day passed where she wasn't feeling like all the patients were living and breathing each of her breathes.

Today was one such day. It had started off fairly normally. She had left her one bedroom apartment early morning her hair still wet. It was now noon and she stepped quickly through the crowded streets towards the shelter.

O'reilly was spooky than usual this morning. He kept muttering about artifacts and coming together of souls. By the time she got him into bed she felt feint... She was stumbling down the street at her usual pace. She barely looked where she was going across the street.

Cars streamed at her vision as a man stepped forward suddenly "Careful Miss. you almost became road paste.... say you dont look so good are you all right." Her eyes were blurred and as she nodded dumbly.

When she arrived at her 3rd job at the animal shelter she couldnt help but feel out of it. So much so that when the black cat sunk it's teeth into her arm she barely flinched. Gilda saw this and immediately sent her home. By this point it was growing dark.

Still in a state of blundering Althea picked the wrong alleyway. Striding down it wasnt unusual. Not until the shadows appeared...whispering at her. "Pretty light give us your jewel. Hand it here." or was it the thugs with knives. Her vision couldnt tell. She stumbled as it kicked her in the stomach screaming in horror at the talons....knives...men. She felt blood run down her nose as she screamed again for help.

She felt her head crash into the dumpster. She shook with fear whimpering for a savior that even she didnt expect to come. "Give us the jewel."

[hivetyrant103110]

( i will be on the good side if u couldn't tell by the story)

Tyson was just enjoying his afternoon reading when he saw a strange lady walking by. He noticed her grim feelings and decided to see what was wrong. He grabbed his jacket and was off. By the time he got his jacket and was to the point where he saw her she was gone. He began looking around and heard voices coming from the alley. "Give us the jewel." He recalled those words and the image of the girl with the amulet around her neck. He heard a thump and then a very faint whimpering. He stepped into the center of the alley and saw the men. They had knives and were wearing dark black sweatshirts. He also saw the lady with her amulet laying against the dumpster. He said,"What is going on here?" The thugs replied,"None of your business hero." The thugs then walked toward him with blades drawn. Tyson tried to calm them down but they insisted on coming toward him. Tyson said," Your making a mistake. Why not just put the knife down and go home?" The first thug that was closest swung toward Tyson's guts. Tyson dodged but then the second one stabbed him in the arm and then withdrew his knife. Tyson looked at his wound and then went after the thugs. They brawled with constant fists and the occasional knife. Soon enough Tyson had the thugs running away. Tyson looked at the lady. "Are you okay?" he helped her up and then looked at his own wounds. They were many. There were dozens of slashes and a few stabs. Yet Tyson still made sure she was okay and unharmed before he began worrying about his own wounds.

[Yuno]

For the first time in her short pathetic life, when she screamed somebody came to answer. Her eyes were still tired as she watched the brawl between her would be knight in shining armor and the two men. Even as the fight progressed she let out small squeaks of fear as the two men attacked the other. She felt blood rolling down her neck and her hand reached up slowly to find the source was a gash on her head from the dumpster. As she glanced back the fight was over. The man who had saved her was helping her up and she felt a wave of relief wash over her as her arms wrapped around him , "Thank you thank you so much." She saw a look of pain in his eyes and she stepped back to see her yellow dress covered in splotches of blood not entirely her own. "Your hurt." she said in a whispy voice. "Im so sorry. Here let me see." one of her blood covered hands reached up touching the amulet that the thugs had been after and the other reached out pressing against his chest. It seemed strange for a moment to. Her eyes had closed and she seemed to be searching for something. The suddenly he watched the opal explode light from around her hand and crawl up and around her shoulders finally flowing through her hand to him. The feeling was like a strange mix of water and being electrocuted and burned all at the same time. Yet there was no pain. In fact the pain from each wound seemed to be ebbing away. Almost as if it no longer existed. Then as suddenly as the light had appeared..it was gone. She smiled almost sweetly at him, "Thank you again for...saving me." she finished shyly. "You are a very good man." her hand dropped away from him as she moved to walk towards the street.