Marineking

Registration is closed. Except for those of you are currently in pending, no more sending me posts, unless you really think you've come up with a great character, then go ahead and PM me and I'll think about it.

Alright, I'm going to try something different this time. Instead if making a storyline and trying to make the RP follow it, I'm just going to give the blandest rules for a world and see where this breeze blows. PM me your character (Use a character sheet if you must, though be sure to include an opening post with it. Otherwise just describe your character in your opening post) so I can check for any discrepancies. (Don't sweat it on this guys, Like I said, the rules are going to be pretty open, I'm just going to filter people with horribly bad grammar and god-mode characters and such)

*Setting*

The world is a mix of fantasy and sci-fi (Yeah, think 'Phantasy Star,' to an extent). One day several thousand years ago, a space-ship from another planet crash landed into Varia, a medieval world where magic rules. Not having the technology to fix their ship, the otherworlders established themselves in a fairly uninhabited forest at the north of the continent, building a fortress of sorts. Since then, their technology has slowly spread throughout the world, intermixing with magic, creating the backdrop for our story. (I did say "blandest" didn't I?)

Basically, you have nearly full creative license when making your characters. Just a few rules, though. If you are a technological character, then make sure you don't have anything too powerful (Lasers and plasma pistols are okay, but no rocket launchers or tanks, though you can go ahead and make a buggy or some sort of vehicle for your character if you want. Just be prepared to lose it if the story eventually calls for it). Same for magic characters. Fireballs and shields are a must to even the odds with techno guys, but no mind-control, or doomsday spells, please.

We will begin in the city of Glefargis, a temperate harbor-town located on the west-southwestern tip of the continent. It has become a melting pot of sorts, seeing all races (Yeah, be a dwarf, or an elf, or anything you want, within the limits of reason) there at some point or another. Architecture, then, varies from the simple wooden shacks of the poor to the magically carved mansions of the elves to the steel-plate towers of humans and dwarves. You can start out anywhere in the world, really, but RP's tend to be boring without a little character-interaction.

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Sarrisan walked down the street of Green Glass Avenue, vacantly observing the pristine white buildings with their tall, shining green windows, breathing the fresh and cool morning air. He wasn't really seeing the fine elven craftsmanship, though. He was just enjoying the beginning of the day, something more people should get the hang of doing more often. He wasn't a young man, but he could move with the best of them, as proved by the flowing way his titanium power sword moved at his hip, or the smooth way he walked, not showing the usual difficulties of age at all. More then a few fools in this city had taken the sight of his knotted white hair and wrinkles on his face and decided to try their luck. They would not be trying again.

He turned at an intersection and found himself facing Lake Aidaur, his destination. Fenced off and lined with beautiful tree's, it was one of the elves proudest creations, the water itself having magical properties to it, making it forever clear and pristine. He stepped up to the perfect water and looked at his reflection. His silver revolver, sitting on the opposite hip as his sword, didn't look its years, though it was truly ancient. He even had to craft his own bullets for this thing, though he wouldn't give it up for the world. His clothes were typical for his race, humans, a clean, black suit with a black shirt beneath. His hair was pulled back into a knot behind his head, pure white, though not from age. His face was thin and angular, with high check-bones, and his gray eyes glinted in turn with his lips as they smiled their usual grin. He had more then a few wrinkles, most of them merry ones. Finally, he turned and sat down beneath a fig tree, leaning back on his elbows and letting his eyes drift closed.

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