((My pathetic attempt at reviving the RP section begins!))

June 27, 2007

The world is no different then it has been for years. People drive to and from work via fossil fuel powered cars, work tedious jobs, and then return home at the end of the day. However, unknown too many of these people, there are creatures in their world. Creatures that would do them harm. These creatures are often the subject of myth and folklore: Goblins, Orcs, Trolls, Dragons, some even dare to say ancient gods and goddesses. Normal men and women have no knowledge of these creatures, monsters and demons.

This is where They come in. The youngest of ancient warrior families, these people fight a never ending, some would say hopeless battle. Fighting to protect people from these threats, They are what are known as the Guardians.

They fight using ancient weapons, weapons meant for the purpose of combating these creatures. Weapons that have souls bound to them for eternity, souls of saints and sinners. After all, what is more potent in raw magicks than the human soul? Problem with this is, the damned things never shut up! Though, it does give them the ability to unleash a powerful blast of soul energy, and slay these things too, I guess. Anyways, I digress... Normal weapons cannot harm these monstrosities, they do not possess the magicks needed to combat them. So, in passing down their combat styles and knowledge, the families pass down these ancient weapons as well, as there are few left in existence. Though, it is thought that some can enchant small numbers of bullets for use in dire circumstances...

The Guardian families have stayed in touch for thousands of years, forming alliances and pacts to deal with large outbreaks of creatures. How these are formed is often left to chance, be it two Guardians chasing the same prey, or or a planned ordeal.

Alas, I have been rambling far too long now, my son is about to depart on his own, and I need to wish the young fool good luck.

~Orem Reem
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((Alright people, listen up and listen good! I'm going over the character sheets now, so pay attention! I want you to PM these to me, I'll PM ya' back if'n I approve, and if I don't, I'll let ya' know what to change.))

[Name]: Elias Reem ((Yes, I like the name "Elias".))
[Age]: 18
[Weapon(s)]: Long sword "Esteem"((NAME your weapons, these things are old, enchanted, and they have souls.)), and shield "Raijin".
[Personality/Background]: A laid back, and fairly lazy youth. Elias is the first son of the Reem family. He never liked his studies, but he knew his role and its importance.
[Appearance]: Standing just under six feet, Elias has long, cornflower hair with eyes of deep blue. His skin is pale, though not quite pasty. He commonly finds himself wearing loose fitting jeans and a black hooded sweatshirt.
[Magicks]: N/A ((Keep these reasonable people! I don't want anybody blowing up stars or something.))
[Soul Release]: Banishment: Pure soul energies pour forth from Esteem, setting anything in its path ablaze with unearthly flame. ((Picture this as a "finishing strike" or whatever, using the stored soul energy in your weapon. You MUST HAVE ONE, no more, no less. Again, keep these reasonable, though more powerful than magicks.))
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Orem walked over to Elias, still preparing himself for his first real hunt. Sure, he had been on them with his father, but never on his own, and never with anything more than a couple goblins. "I hope you're ready for this, son. I won't be their to pull your ass out of the fire should you go in over your head." Orem said, his aging eyes gazing upon his now grown son. Only yesterday, were they completing his training.

"Don't worry dad, I'm going to be fine. You've taught me everything I'll need too know, and besides, this is New York. If I get in to deep, I'll call for help and run when people show up." Elias would never actually do something like that, the creatures would slaughter the helpless passersby without a second thought. "Anyways, I've already moved into my apartment, I'm just picking up Esteem and Raijin to go on a quick hunt. Don't worry about me."

"You tell me not to worry, but I'm going to anyways. I'm your father, ceaseless worry is part of the job description." Orem wasn't going to let his son see him cry, but he could feel the tears welling up inside him, so he decided to shoo his son out the door. "Now get going, your first hunt awaits, doesn't it?"

"Yeah yeah yeah, I know. I'm going. Be seein' ya, dad." And with that, Elias stepped out the door and walked to his car. A two hour drive awaited him from his dad's home to New York, and his first solo hunt.

((Yes, I know it sounds like an anime, and yeah, it does kinda suck. But the RP section needs some damn life in it, and hopefully this will get it some.))

[Name]: Arthur Geed.
[Age]: 19
[Weapon(s)]: A two handed double sided axe named "Fractal".
[Personality/Background]: A serious expression always reside in Arthur's face. He's was taught to be tough, because his life mission was hard. Arthur didn't have a normal childhood as he was trained intensively ever since he remembers anything.
[Appearance]: 6.55 feet tall, Arthur was huge at anyone's eyes. Receiving intense physical training through all his training, he was muscled, but still hadsome. His light brown hair rests on top of his shoulders and his almond eyes never stop scanning his surroundings. Wears normal jeans and a nice black leather jacket.
[Magicks]: Minor heal. Ability to enchant items with ice property. Fast learner ( can learn simple magicks through the roleplay).
[Soul Release]: Cold Cut : A strong soul energy release that first freezes the enemies ( if they can be frozen that is ) and then unleashes a razor sharp energy blast, intended to break the ice to pieces.
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June 28, 2007

'Hmph. Is that the time already?' Thought Arthur while getting up from his comfortable couch. "Fractal, wake up!!" He shouted. "We have to get moving pretty soon as it will take some hours to reach New York."

"Uh..When? What?" Mumbled Fractal. "NO WAY! I just went to sleep... Just a little bit more..."

"I'm not kidding you old piece of metal." said Arthur at the same time as he got Fractal in his back.

Arthur wasn't exactly a rookie when it came to being a Guardian, but he was still fairly new to feel nervous before each hunt.
The undergrounds of New York always gave him the chills, and for more than once he found himself fighting against something he didn't even know what it was. It was getting weirder by the day, and progressively more dangerous.
He was expecting more Guardians to show up as he sensed it would not be an easy hunt.

He locked the door behind him and sighed.
'One more day at work' he said to himself while beggining his walk from Long Island to New York and hoping it wouldn't last too long. Fractal would never shut up after he called him an old piece of metal.

[Name]: Samuel Yorin (Sam for short)
[Age]: 19
[Weapon(s)]: One black longsword that he wears in his right hand named "Devishur" and a red shortsword he wears in his left hand named "Devishar".
[Personality/Background]: Samuel is always the one to rush head-on into a fight, and always agressive with the way he approaches things. This seems to get him into a lot of trouble, and even more so when going on hunts. Because so, his father always wanted him to go hunting with a friend, another Guardian. That's when, four years ago, his father had contacted an old Guardian friend to recruit the help of his son, Elias.
[Appearance]: Shorter than Elias, he stands at only 5' 7" and commonly wears a black shirt and blue jeans, ragged at the end of each leg. His hair, brown as it is, reaches slightly farther than his shoulders.
[Magicks]: N/A
[Soul Release]: "Devishur" releases a blue glowing barrier around Sam and any Guardians within a certain radius, protecting them from any offensive magicks. While "Devishar", when swung towards an enemy at crucial times, releases two shockwaves of pure magicks and slices all enemies hit by it into two.

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Sam waited patiently outside the door until Elias popped his head out. "Did your Dad kick you out already?" he asked, mockingly. This next hunt was going to be far worse than previous ones, he could just tell. Devishar started shaking in its sheath, so Sam popped it out with his left hand and held it so the blade was laying against his arm. Devishar barely ever said much, and when he did, it was only to give Sam some advice. Devishur, on the other hand, would never stop unless he was put away.

"So, where to? My Dad told me there was some trouble down in the North Street subway. Or do you have a better place?" he asked Elias, anxious to get started.

((Damn short post. :P Oh well, I'll try harder next time. XD))

[Name]: Hiashi Aurion
[Age]: 13
[Weapon(s)]: 2 Claws, right claw got a dark blue blade, left blade is dark red
both claws got Wolf souls in them, red claws name: Oboro, blue claws name: Obori
[Personality/Background]: pretty noisy but gets serious in battles. his parents often arent at home so he can take care of himself. The souls in his claws were elves, bountyhunters. they were known as "Wolf Twins" but some day they got chased by assasins. when they almost got killed they could only transform into wolves to not die but it also meant, that they couldnt transform back to elves. they took the offer by the Aurion family and got hidden in their home. but somewhen they couldnt hide anymore so the only way to hide them was putting them into the weapons. he never did a hunt, his dad only said he should train until his time comes.
[Appearance]: stands on 4' 7", got untouched, brown-blonde and short hair, brown eyes and wears 3/4 pants, a dark blue t-shirt and a green vest.
[Magicks]: N/A
[Soul Release]: Bleeding Bites: releases 2 wolf-heads, one red one blue, biting the enemy each 4 times in a row
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Hiashi opens his eyes slowly and looks at the clock in his room. Everything was blurr. "WHAAT?!?!?! it's already that late?! Why didn't you guys wake me up?" he asked Oboro and Obori. Oboro told him: "Sorry, we were tired of all the training yesterday... we didn't look at the clo-" "It's too late now! I got to hurry and catch up to Elias and Sam!!"
He dressed himself fast, ran into the kitchen, took a chocolate-bar and ran out of the house.
Obori said:"Hiashi, take it ea-" "Stop talking!!" Hiashi shouted when he ran along the streets and ate his breakfast. "Becaush of youh guysh I'm coming tooh late!" he said with his mouth full with chocolate. His eyes were kind of burning because he knows, he will finally do his first hunt.

((I specifically said to PM me your character sheet, good job. Try again now.

Anyways, I'm hoping for at least one more person before beginning the RP.))

[Name]: Marcus Estrellus
[Age]: 37
[Weapon]: A large cross that he wears across his chest. The "Faith" is engraved across it.
[Personality/Background]: Blessed by the ancient fathers of his church, Marcus has been sent out to eliminate all unclean beings. He was a member of the church ever since birth and has devoted his life into studying relics and cleansing the world of its "dirt".
[Appearance]: A little over seven feet tall. He wears a large black long coat, and has black dress pants. His hands are covered by black gloves, and he wears a blindfold to shield his eyes from the darkness of the world.
[Magicks]: Marcus doesn't believe in magic. It is against "his" will.
[Soul Release]: Hand of Sealing- The power of the saints can be summoned into Marcus' palm to cleanse evil beings. Can also be used to seal them in Marcus' cross for eternity.

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"Marcus, the time has come. Go out to the fields and find father Tothis for your final test."

"Yes father" says Marcus as he runs towards the sanctuary exit.

"Are you ready for eternal salvation?" asks father Tothis.

"Of course father, I have been preparing for this day my entire life" replies Marcus, unsure of what was going to happen to him.

"Then allow these holy instruments to remove your eyes and tongue, for only then will you see no evil, and speak no evil."

Marcus was in shock, his life's goal was to become a hunter, but he wasn't prepared to give up his eyes and his tongue. That was a ridiculous request. Father Tothis, seeing Marcus hesitate, quickly grabbed him and injected him with an insane amount of morphine. He then called the four fathers of the church and removed his eyes and tongue. Marcus was unconscious for three weeks, and for those three weeks, the four fathers prayed for him day and night, while fasting. When Marcus awoke, he could see, although he had no eyes, and he could speak spiritually to the other fathers. He had received these gifts from above and would use them to fight evil.

"Thank you fathers for this gift. I am prepared to enter the world and do his bidding. Thank you for everything."

"Wait, before you leave, take this." said father Tothis.

"What is it?" thought Marcus.

"You will use it when the time comes, and you will fully understand it's purpose. If I tell you, you will be unable to use it. Just know that this cross will protect you and watch over you."