Qbert24

(( First attempt at an RP so please bare with me..))

First I will start off with the Races.

Humans: Not so swift, and not very agile, midly clumsy and not smart, but not stupid ethier. Humans have been around since the founding, but are not the oldest race.

Elves: The elves, being the last of their kind have taken all around Gelram and hidden themselves from all of the world. Elves rarely show their face in Towns or even travel using the same roads as humans. They guard their secrets jealously

Dwarfs: The time of Dwarfs is at an end, as they have sensed and their gods have told them the great battle approaches and the time of the dwarfs is at it's end. Many dwarfs refuse to belive this fact, but still have a feeling in their hearts it's true. Most of the dwarfs take to their underground cities.

Half-Elves: The half-elves are the abominations of the world. Humans,elves, and dwarfs look upon them in disgust. Half-Elves usually live in swamps or areas away from all other forms of life.

Skree: The Skree are a very arrogant race and assume themselves overlords of the sky. They assume the gods have entrusted them with the task of guarding the sky and all who fly in it. They live at the higest peaks of moutains, few people see them at all. Their numbers also draw thin due to their war with Moutain Giants.

Backround Of Gelram.

At the begining of the founding of Gelram. things were not alll well what so ever. The races were at constant war with eachother fighting everywhere they could! It was a bloodshed all over. The gods looked upon the world in disgust. There was a man however, who wished to end this conflict and prayed to the gods, they answered his pleas and granted him a godlike power. He ambled out onto the battlefield and thunder crackled across the sky as he spoke "YOU, ALL OF YOU, FIGHT LIKE MONGRELS EATING DIRT, THE GODS HAVE HAD ENOUGH! STOP THIS SENSELESSNESS OR FACE DEATH" His eyes full of scorn as all the races stared in terror. Another loud crackle across the sky and they droped their weapons and slowly, the leaders of each race walked twoards the center and talked. They agreed to stop all of the fighting and The man, Gor Elros was his name stoped and sighed gladly. And so, the Great War ended, but soon the elves and men began to experiment in the arcane arts, they went to far and began to take elves and humans and submit them to torment by it, it changed them into.... things, half-elves they were called. The Humans and Elves alike rejected them and the half-elves moved on into forests away from all. Gor however, began to become interested in the arcane arts, he soon became evil and corrupt with his power. When the gods learned of this, they lured him to the Plains were the great war took place, and bound him into a statue sourronded by wards of strong magic. No one dare go near it. Eventually, people who adored Gor Began to seek ways to free him. Races have learned of this and attempted to stop him, but all of failed. The first seal is broken and only 3 remain. All races now try to raise heros in order to stand and fight aganst the Darkfriends.

Character Sheet.
Name:
Age:
Geneder:
Race:
Abilities:
Clothing:
Apperance:
Faction(IE, Darkfriend Netural Lightfriend):
Backround:

Also note, please no advanced spell casters. Fireball and such will be accepted but no death rain of ice and shadow. I my selve will be Gor so we'll need some Darkfriends. 10-15 people should be good.
(One last thing, my self playing Gor, I won't be overpowered)

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Syladin

Good to see I'm not the only new one here. Hoping I can join in on this fun.Tell me if there are any problem with the stuff below!

Name:Tresaro Elendar
Age:28
Gender:Male
Race:Skree

Abilities:
Weapons Master: Tresaro is well trained in most common weapons using them with ease.
Crusader's fury: Holy flames radiate from Tresaro's weapon causing burning damage to those harmed.
Heal: Calling upon divine aid Tresaro attempts to mend wounds.

Clothing: A plate breatplate fit snug around his chest yet still allowed a wide range of movement. The symbols of the gods were scattered about the metal etched in with care. The rest of him was covered with sturdy metal armor to protect from foes. This was an experienced warrior from head to toe.Should he be seen out of this a simple linen robe flowed down concealing that musclular form. Upon his belt two swords hung accompanied by twin daggers in their sheathes. Each kept a symbol of a differing deity upon their hilt.

Apperance: Standing at 6'2'' this fairly average man was built for war, those sculpted muscles were balanced by lithe motions. Each action taken with care while portraying a fluid ease. Dark brown hair was unkept and wild often masking those sky blue pools that peered outward carefully. Features were rather fair, gentle as if obviously accustomed to smiling frequently. Only those proud eyes would shatter that innocent mask given to him.

Faction(IE, Darkfriend Netural Lightfriend):Lightfriend

Backround:
The Elendar family has served for many generations as sentinels of the skies, a blessed task given to his people by the gods. At a young age Tresaro was given the right to fly with his father into battle, to learn the ways of war. Childhood was stolen from this man in exchange for his duty in the future, his duty now.
Training began for him at six within a temple where he would learn the history of the gods along with the basics of combat at home. At age ten he was taken from his family where he would be consumed by his studies for eight long years. In the end the boy would become a man and join the fight for the skies.
Tresaro relished in this path becoming a fine fighter for his people yet he kept bound by the church under their rule. He became a warrior of the gods fighting for that which the church wished. He fought for more than his people and the skies, he fought for the land, the sky, and all those within them.

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lokuri

Character Sheet.


Name: Emora Lunorik
Age: 12
Geneder: Female
Race: Half-elf

Abilities:
* Heat Wave- Fills the air with a warm climate that can range from burning the flesh of the victim or simply drying clothes
* Cure- Heals minor wounds, such as bruises, scratches, etc.
* Storm Cloud- Extremely harmless. Summons a rain cloud, mainly used for planting, washing clothes, etc.
* Chilling Blast- A defensive attack that blows the target back, and, depending on their resistance against the cold, could cause mild frost burns.

Clothing: She wears a simple brown rag dress, made from materials she can find laying around. A long blue cape that conceals her body if she has to go look for food, hunt, etc., held by a white pendent in the shape of a stylish heart and red string to hold it in place, with a hood on the back aswell. She has no shoes.

Apperance: She has mystical blue hair that almost has a silverish appeal to it, and deep, passionate pink eyes.

Faction: Unknown, but can be counted as Neutral :x

Backround: Emora was a child of a human woman named Milly Hamlet and an elven male named Iko Lunorik. They met in secrecy, hoping to find a way to disperse the troubles the humans and elf people had against each other. One day, they were captured, and, knowledge of their meatings discovered, tortured under the experiments using Alcan Magic.
Milly Hamlet had fair skin, her hair short and brown, and she had beautiful green eyes. Iko Lunorik looked like any other elven, resembling those with whitish blond hair, and he had blue eyes like a flowing ocean.
The results of a child with dark pink eyes and silverish blue hair was a shocking result, the child being marked as a disgrace, not even resembling her parents.
Emora was then raised to the age of six in solitude, hated by the world for what she was. Many thought she was going to grow bitter over time, hoping to destroy the human and elven race, so they locked her away in a cold, dark prison.
One day, unable to take the harsh treatment bestowed upon her from birth, Emora escaped her prison when she was to be fed. Under a moonlit sky, Emora ran far away, past swamps and into a large forest, away from society. Around sunbreak, she had found an opening, filled with abandoned merchandise, and has since lived there, using her limited powers for daily routines, yet she keeps a wooden bow and spare arrows around for hunting, and protection.

*ADDED Weapon: Bow and arrows

((OOC: I know, the description is long, but I love half-elves, and elves in general. I wanted to choose a pure elf character, but that would be no fun -- nevermind ))

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Dominoes

Character Sheet:
Name: Drok Tinker
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Dwarf

Abilities:
*Rush- Sprint forward into combat swinging wildly with no regard for self or others
*Whirlwind- spins around at a high speed slash and swinging at anything within range
*Bash- An unaimed swing that uses all his power to cause as much damage as possible.


Apperance- At 5'5, this man is relativly short. He has many scars from training in the forest. His broad shoulders and short stocky arms show his strength. His big hands are rough from lifting rocks and swinging his weapon.
His dark brown hair in unkept and past his shoulders. His beard is also unkept.

Clothing- He wears wears a chain link vest over his green leather chest piece. His Leather Pants and gloves are not ideal for battle, but are what he has learned to use in battle. He wears a chain around his neck that is used to remind him of his promise to his Father. He has a short green cloak that hasn't been washed in monthes.

Background- Drok lived with his father, who was very faithful to the gods. On his death bed, Drok's father said he had a vision that the gods had told him his son must protect the seals from being broken and prevent Gor Began from unleashed. Drok's father then gave Drok his necklace and made him promise to prepare for his fight. His father died after Drok made the promise. Drok then used what he could from his fathers hunting days to prepare for battle.
He trained by himself for 4 years, causeing him to have no restraint in battle and no real technique. Beleiveing that his destiny is to die like the rest of his race, he has no regard for his own welfare. He fights with raw emotion.

Faction:Lightfriend

Weapon: a Heavy mace that is crafted out of wood. Needs two hands to be swung.

LeCrowe

((My first RP in a _long_ while (my last RP being the help thread that used to be stickied about a year ago. Was a bout a tavern. Dunno if anyone remembers.), hope I do well P.S.: Yes, this is a new account, forgot my old password.))

Name: Original name unkown; presumed to be Crowe. Nicknamed Le Crowe.
Age:Something around 13-14-15; it is not known.
*Gender:Male
Race:Half-Elf

Abilities:
Piercing shot; fires an arrow that can pierce trough stone and metal alike easily. Altough performing this requires an huge amount of concentration, so it is rarely used.
Weapon training; can use any weapon with decent skill, apart from blunt weapons such as maces, clubs and axes. Or staves. His primary weapons are a bow and a sword.
Dance of a million blades; old technique he learnt from his teacher (covered later on) wich is in fact a dance, in wich he moves very fast around his target. He slips his blade trough the victim multiples times, and the reflections of light on the blade make it seems like there is a million of them. Altough always lethal, performing this requires an amazing amount of concentration and energy as well; thus, it is used very rarely, and mostly in situations of life and death.
Sharp eye; Le Crowe can see far, and sharp; he most likely sees his enemies coming in open areas and under cover alike. Altough he cannot see *trough* things, this ability is very usefull for 'sniping' or scouting.




Clothing: Black, more-or-less tight pants made out of linen. He wears leather kneepads, again black, with small metal studs in them. On his chest rests a light mail armour covered with a lose black shirt tied around the waist with a small brown leather belt. On his shoulders lays a long, black cape whose end is a little torn. It also has a hood. His belt features many pockets filled with various potions and herbs, to wich he knows little in fact. Two daggers are strapped to the back of the belt, and on his back is a bastard sword worn with time, but in average condition. On the leather handle of the sword, is engraved 'Sieg', 'Victory' in german. Back to the character itself; he has boots of leather (yes, black ) laced with silver laces, wich end in pendants on wich are attached crosses and various trinkets and precious objects. His black leather gloves have the same trinket-filled silver laces, and are in surpisingly good condition, compared to the rest of his torn and used equipment. Oh, an, by the way, the cape is attached by a (silver) pendant, in the end of wich lays a cross with an eye engraved in the middle. On the 'branches' of the cross, can be read, respecively from left, up, right, down; "Live", "Help", "Save", and the last one looks like "Love" barred out, and on top has been written "KILL". Whew. That was a long description. (tl;dr?)

Apperance:... Oh yeah I wrote that already. Hmph. Oh yeah I didnt go over the character himself. He has a pale skin and chopped off pointy ears, sharp teeth that he actually sharpened with a lime, nails that have not been cut in a too long while and became somewhat sharp, brown, uncombed and unplaced messy hair that lowers to his shoulders, deep, brown eyes and well... For the facial features, I supposed an average nose, with oddly red lips. Hell, I dont know. I'll go with the average catlevanian hero, I suppose (past-SotN). Not trying to hijack to renaiscance ;p. Anyways, enough off-topic and here you go, http://www.legendra.com/media/covers...e_amerique.jpg <Lookie here for the facial features, override with what I listed earlier.

Faction: Neutral, used to bend towards Lightfriend, altough due to recent experiences, now looks towards Darkfriend.

Backround: Oh hell what a compclicated story. Here it goes. About 10 years ago, Crowe's parents have abandonned him near a forest when he was near 4; were they forced, or did they do it out of bad will, who knows. They left him near a forest; an old man wich passed by (CLICHE, I know.) picked him up and raised him in his old shack of an house in the said forest (CLICHE, CLICHE But I actually like it that way.). He taught him the arts of the sword, and bow. Le Crowe was raised with the blade, and his discipline was never really perfect, unlike it shouldve been. This has led the old man (named Vylyth, by the way. Also an half-elf.) to believe he could never achieve the true way of the warrior. Crowe did not care for much, he had ambitions of become a treasure hunter, like those from the stories his parents read to him when he was a little child. He cannot, and do not want, to remember them. Altough those sweet words from these magnificient tales have marked him. So, Crowe was raised in this asocial context, the old man was autosufficient, thus did not need to trade into the city. He did go for a walk around the borders every once in a while, but Le Crowe never left the old house. When he was 12, the old man finally told him to go. Tought he was ready; with the art he had learned, the bow and the blade, he would be able to finally accomplish his dreams of being a treasure hunter. Altough, what the old man didnt tell him, was the hate the people had for half-elves. He walked out into the light of the cities; and was rejected. Thrown into the streets by the inns in wich he stayed, he ended up cutting off both the tips of his ears, thinking it was a bad thing, people hated. It bled alot and led to an infection, of course. He was picked up by people from a travelling circus. The members were Elyn, an elven old doctor, wich healed his wounds and took good care of him, Valiar, a human acrobat wich was the 'primary attraction' of the circus, Arben, a very muscular human who could bend steel single-handedly, and finally, Ralv, wich Crowe did not know well, or at all in fact. He was a shadowy man, and did not participate in the circus itself. He was part of the band of acrobats, tough. He was administrating the circus and its belongings, and finances. He lived with them for a few years, and they taught him agility and the use of many weapons, primarily knives. They taught him the ways of the Lightfriends, and, trough their many representations, Crowe managed to amass trinkets wich he would attach to his laces and to the pendant holding his cape, wich came from Elyn. A few months ago, they were ambushed by bandits. They were all killed; Crowe survived by running away. They were his only family left; he cryed, and hated the world and all the filth in it. Since then he's been quite a bandit himself; stealing and killing for a living, doing assassination jobs and using what has been taught to him for wrong, mostly. As a quick side note, his daggers come from the circus band of acrobats, and the sword belonged to the old man wich raised him. Oh and yes, he lives in the swamps, forest and/or in the flithy dark corners of unhealthy streets in dark towns. He is thus used to combat in rough conditions. Also, he learned to live like a beast, and sharpened his teeths and nails to be more like one. To him, 'civilized' existance is worthless and filthy. To him, the animal's social system is much more like life out there; eat, or be eaten.

*EDIT: Wippon. Is the bastard sword, Sieg, as well as his two knives wich he calls affectuously death and hate. He also possesses a bow made out of crude wood he carved out manually and an animal tendon. Altough he has no arrows for it. It is strapped to the back of his belt, with his knives. He has already tied sharp rocks to twigs and used them as arrows. Altough he does not carry any with him.
((Well, that was long. Hope you guys like it. I would actually understand someone responding tl;dr right now, lol.))

lokuri

((OOC: Are we starting soon, because 10-15 people is unreasonable :x

Just saying...half the RPs are happy enough to have 4-5 people O.O ))

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