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Andry94

"People! Visitors of the WonderGames park! Come to the red tent, we have a free surprise for everyone!" The shout echoes in the whole park. Many, included -YOU!- are attracted to the red tent. There, a fun-looking man with cool red clothes begins to speak.
"Our latest creation! Fantasy World 3. Did you always wish to be a fantasy person yourself? Or to be a mythological creature? A bunny? Dragons? Thieves? Cyborgs with laser guns?! NOW YOU CAN BE EVERYTHING YOU WANT! Comon, everyone, sit on the chair, in front of the screen, put your hand in the DNA detector and enjoy ..." Why not, you think. It could be a great experience.
To the World of Fantasy!


Here, your choice. You can be whatever you want. Have friends or enemies, territory, kingdom or a piece of grass. The only rules, is to not godemote, to enjoy fully this RP, to hope that it doesn't fall apart and ... If possible, to not go too powerful and overcome other players, unless they agree with it.

Character sheet:
... Do you think there's one? People, you're whatever you want.
GO WITH YOUR CREATIVITY!


My Character Sheet:
Boss' Name: The Iron Butcher
Clan Name : Butchers' Federation
Territory : The Butchery District of the World of Fantasy
Allies or slaves : Allies, the Meat Importers of Kala'mon, and the Chicken Cookers. Slaves, the M.B.A. "The Magical Butchery Axes"
Enemies : Everything that involves meat, luxury, animals, and pretty things.
Clansmen appeareance : They're usually fat. Blood stains on their old harpoon. Some may be nice, others not. Almost everyone has giant butchery axes. Some prefers kebab slicers. The boss is slimmer, strange to say. Not the horrible man, nor nice. Every Butcher has a nice pack of muscles under their fat.
Clansmen personality : Depends of the person. Some may be bloody, rude, and cruel. Slashing and hacking for fun. Some others, though less, may be open to chat or for a friendly joke between friends. Every is decise and ready to obey the orders of their superiors.
The boss is probably the most open of the Butchers. Don't get him drunk or he'll be the most cruel man of this world.


I will start once there's someone else joining! :P

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conmon

My Character Sheet:
Name: Ravalyn
Race: Alhoon
Physical Description: Text: Stands very tall with a roundish head, One eye the other rotting. He skin peels off at some points, He wears torn black robes, He has tentacles with beaks over his mouth. With black boots and torn gloves. He also has a spellbook in hand.
Picture:
Job:Ruler of an abandoned Kingdom, Psion, Mage, Alll Knowing One.
Kingdom: Dev'atoi Meci''as: Once a beautifull kingdom, Before it was affected by the plague, thousands die. The kingdom slowly was destroyed. Now that Ravalyn has found it he uses his slaves to rebuild it.
Abilities:
Teleportation
Banish
Cell Adjustment
Flying
Scrying
Thrird ( or in his case 7th) Eye
Epic Spell: Greater Ruin
Enemies: Everyone but Vampires
Allies: None
Slaves:Several Humans, Elves and Animals.

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dethharpist

Name: Deth
Pet: a giant horned rabbit. (Sir Fartsalot)
Weapon: A minuter figurinr of a dragon that can shoot fire and it's wings are blades, also he has magic to turn it into a real one.
Mustache power:0
Beard power: 9000000 (He has teh rugged beard.)
House: A cabin on Sir Fartsalot's back
Purpose: To be loved by all women and kill with Sir Fartsalot's dire farts.
Appearance: A tall man with short cut brown hair and a rugged beard, wears animal skin pants with leather shoes.

((Hehe looking forward to this, sorta hoping someone will rp as a girl too, never seem ta get enough of em.))

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Andry94

"Charge, Butchers! Show those Flying Turkeys no mercy!" The Iron Butcher said. A hoarde of Butchers, followed by floating axes, rushed on the turkeys, fleeing in panic. Blood and animal parts flying around. Some butchers devours the turkeys in some bite.
"The Turkey -Animal- Kingdom is ours, Butchers!" A roar of victory echoes through the valley. The grass, covered in blood and meat. The living turkeys being chained down and taken to the main Butchery of the state.
"We will feast upon our enemies, Butchers. Lit the ovens and get ready with the sticks!" Iron Butcher seems happy. He grabs a freshly captured turkey and eats him raw, biting his flesh.

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dethharpist

Deth was sitting on his faithful rabbits head watching the slaughter, "You should stay back they might think your feet are lucky by mistake." Sir Fartsalot pushed him with his giant front paw. Deth wandered down towards a man who was eating a turkey raw, "Errr excuse me, I'm looking for the uhh, iron chef I think his name was? I'm here to deliver a message."

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rowlee

Name: The Ookami Assassin

Territory : None he wanders around everywhere stayign in inn and such.

Clansmen appeareance :

personality : when his on a conract his has no feelings no remorse, he just gets on with it but when he is not on contract he is a down to earth guy. nice, caring, thoughfull, but he gets a job about someone he knows aslong as its not family say goodbye, in his past the assassin corp ask him to kill one of his best freinds not thinking about the job he killed him yet again with no remorse some people say he is twisted others say he only doing it too escape his past but that's another story. (also he can transform into a wolf *points at Ookami = wolf*

dethharpist

((Uh I'm pretty sure It's Okami not Ookami. Also I will never meet your character, EVER.))

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rowlee

((yeah it is Okami oops owell, why wont you meet my character ever))

dethharpist

((Just trust me I would confuse you so much it's not even funny.Well except to me.))

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rowlee

Ookami wanders around and notices the blood on the floor and walks upto it, crouching down he whips the blood on his finger ant tastes some, swiging it around in his mouth, hmm turket maybe or chicken, hmmph looks around some more owel most probly a predator or something having his slap up meal, he laughs and walks off.