These are the elements. It is the year 4000, yes. The future, but not as you might expect it. The mayan's calender ends at 2012, it predicts the next cycle of the earth. But the human race did not know what to expect. Was it the end?
They found out on christmas day. The human wace was wiped of thier memorys, thier knowlage thus far. The earth returned to its early form - and the human race were once again cavemen.
Now, after thousands of years they have evolved once more. But differently. They have harnessed the power of elements - due to elemental power beyond thier man-made weapons, guns, cannons - none of them have been invented this time round.
In the year 3500, however. A war broke out. Soon, groups formed. Making two alliances. One was made out of fire and lightning, the other was wind, ice and water.
Now, at the year 4000, the world is re-couperating from the terrible war. But a mysterious stranger has appeared. Wrecking havoc to villages and citys. The locals describe the matter which was flowing from his fingertips as "Darkness and light mushed into one."
This magic was later named "Arcane." by the human race. But the stranger keeps attacking. So a group of the most highly skilled elementalists have been sent to eradicate the threat and, if possible, harness the power of the arcane so that they may pass it on to future generations.
The search for the sixth element has now begun.
Element of choice:
Weapons(optional, no guns of any sort.):
Additional Abilities(if any.):
We start inside a meeting post, just off the water village called Skzukih where the stranger last struck. There are no guns or anything high-tech. Only cars, and present-day buildings, planes, ect.
Allso, try and make your name sort of sound like the element that you use if pronounced out loud.
Name: Mazkis Elkz.
Appearance: Spikey, deep blue hair with grey eyes. He is often seen sporting a black trenchcoat, with a white undershirt and black jeans with simple trainers.
Element of choice: Thunder.
Background: Growing up in the thunder's city is hard as a child. It is rather rough there, the buildings are tall, curved, often shaded in an electric blue. He was your avrage kid growing up in Thundaris. His talents with the element weren't discovered until he was 12. A kid was beating him up, using the basic static electricity that most children of that age had the capacity for.
Mazkis eventually grew sick of the painfull blows and flipped into a rage. Static electricity literally extended from his body, lifting the bully up into the air and tossing him hard into a nearby wall.
Then his fist suddenly charged up with real electricity. Just as he was about to make a hole in the boy's chest he was stopped by one of his tutors. The man took him under his wing. Teaching him electric powers and teqhnuiqes. He was one of the best by the time he was 30. And his tutor died of heart failiure.
Recently he was called upon to find the stranger. He was honored to be given the opportunity and gladly aceppted.
Additional abilities: none, really. Apart from the fact he has a sort of sixth sence for the paranormal.
Appearance:White hair White robes white Boots And a frozen craved Heart for a necklace.
Element of choice: Ice
Background:When he was a child people picked on him and hurt him but he did not care but when one person said something about his mom he freezed his body then threw a rock at it shattering it into a million pieces. His mom had died in a car accident. When he grew older he grew more stronger now he was actually able to freeze time but ever so rarely and only once every 7 days He also was able to shoot ice shards and make a ice Bubble which basically covered him in ice and makes it very difficult to hurt but even thou eh can do all this he must have some humidity or water but after a couple weeks he also was called upon to hunt this stranger
Weapons: He has a staff
Additional Abilities: none really
Appearance: Dazzling light blue eyes and flowing bleach blond hair highlights her livid features, as well a soft pink smile. She wears a light tan dress that falls to her knees and flows well enough to run in, a deep blue jacket that stops at her chess, closed by a thick silver zipper, a long white cape held by a silver butterfly pendent, deep blue fingerless gloves, and tight deep blue pants, covered slightly at the bottom with light tan boots.
Element of choice: Wind
Background: Yumi was born as the only child to Suji, her father, and Diana, her mother. Many believed she was blessed, being born into the family of such talented people. She was raised well enough up until six, until Diana died going oversees for a job as a talented Wind user, as a disguise. Suji then passed away from a heart attack, leaving Yumi all alone at the age of eight. She told herself that she would be strong like her mother, and this is why she can always be seen with a smile.
Her father is a very tall man with light brown hair and deep blue eyes covered by half-mooned glasses. He is normally seen wearing white shirts and black pants, with the occasion of a suit on some occasions. His job is still unknown so far, as well as his wife. Perhaps some more dreams will lead to his profession, as well as what made Diana so special?
((WILL UPDATE OVERTIME))
Weapons: Bow and arrows
Additional Abilities: Flight. Age: 18
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Nurarihyon no Mago!
Inpa: "...I got your mask already, look! Isn't it pretty?” Balthazar: ”Urgh.. !! It's pink..” Inpa: ”Oh please, it's called being metrosexual!..."
Appearance: white as a ghost, normally wears a long black cloak with a sword holder at his waist, sometimes spotted with white srighit hair and steel gray eyes.
Element of choice: water
Background: at the age of 5, house was incinerated in flames, he was the only one to survive, longing for someone to take him in as family a group of vampires took him and named him Aito Downpour, where they trained him to use a katana like a master, at the age of 12 they told him he was able to leave and journy forth as they had did when they were young. At the age of 14 he had found out about his past, learning his exsitence, finding out that his parents death was becuase of another element, known as "arcane" magic.
Weapons: sleek black handled katana
Additional Abilities: invisablitly, various ability of a vamp.
Last edited by XLovesXRpgX; 06-28-2008 at 04:45 PM.
Appearance: Pyrus is covered in a male’s red kimono with pink and white flowers scattered on the fabric while a wide strap of cloth around his waist, which is a more vibrant red then the kimono, holds the sides together but pushes the dress like wear up revealing his chest from as low as his hips. Though quite slim and bony he is fully muscled and besides his face, that is covered by a plain white mask with only 3 round holes covering his eyes and mouth in shadow, he could be a nice attractive man. Long Blond hair flowing straight down to his shoulder blades could confuse a passerby of his sexuality but after seeing his unshaved legs on his wooden sandals there is no doubt he is all man.
History: Growing up in a rich family young Elfirus was greeted with as many gifts and treats as a family of children could dream of but unlike a clan of kids Pyrus received more. Without question he was spoiled to the bone both mentally and physically. While other boys had to remain on strict diets if wanting to stay in shape the rich son’s high metabolism gave him the freedom to dine and digest what he liked without consequence. He had become a praised jewel among the Elfirus family but beyond that any eye could see the disapproval of the so called “perfect child”.
After hitting the ripe age of eight his parents sent him to one of the most well known and intense Fire Masters in the city. Disgusted by the boy’s head strong attitude the teacher took everything away from him and beat in knowledge to the point of destruction. Unprepared for the hardships to be made Pyrus, like any brat who had lost all his control, did the only thing he knew how to do; nothing. Finally the teacher chose to show a technique which if done improperly can be very dangerous but like a fool the boy thought his superior intellect and strength could master it with ease. The technique was breathing fire and, after a month long treatment for severe burns to his head, Pyrus Elfirus at long last shed his childish ways along with his face.
Having to wear his ugly looks through the city as punishment a great fire began to burn within himself. Taking what his master taught for the next six years Pyrus learned the skills of a great fire master, though never having the ability to use it like the gifted users who weren’t given access to the trainer by their family’s money. Before leaving the boy Elfirus tore down his master’s dojo after poisoning The Fire Master himself and most of the students which were his fellow classmates. On a roaring rampage fueled by new freedom and complete hatred he also demolished all surrounding life that had seen his weakened face.
Wearing a plain white mask to symbolize his uncaring feelings for anything, Pyrus Elfirus stole his father’s treasured rapier even thought he was never trained in its fighting style then was exiled from the city. After a large amount of negotiation, and the simple mention of his parent’s rich statue, he was told everything would be overlooked if he aided in the capture or death of the arcane stranger for the man pick and any other suitable fighter had been killed in his childish slaughter. They gave him the challenge assuming he would die in the chase; he took it to prove them wrong.
(( argh >_< sorry i forgot about this, lets start. ))
Mazkis blinked at the old shack, this was thier meeting place yet there was somthing eeire about it, he opened the door quietly. It opened into a suprisingly well-furnished room with a blazing fire there. He looked over at a man in a rather vibrant red kimono. One of the many traits of the fire portion of the world.
"Uhm, you must be Pyrus? Hi, im Mazkis, tis an honor to meet a master of fire." Mazkis tried to sound as polite as he could, but there was an anger about the man, somthing he had never felt before. There was a rather distastefull rage surrounding Pyrus - and the white mask didnt help. "Ill just take a seat, uh, just if you didnt know im from the thunder country, ill be aiding you on the mission - and so will a few others."
Head tilted to the ceiling, Pyrus took no additional warms in knowing he was now in the presence of company. Listening to only key words he heard names traded off then a title before the other took a seat, sharing a place of origin. Thunder triggered his thoughts and, dropping his head to a blank stare at the floor, Pyrus rose from his former chair to move closer to the speaker. Without raising his drooped head he simply tilted it to one side, capturing the man in his vision.
“Your name is not important, my name is not important. All that is well, the only flame of truth burning in our souls is that ‘they’ are disturbed.” With the emotionless mask fixed on the warrior the young Elfirus began to circle around like a vulture to its dieing meal. “‘They’ would like it if we were disturbed wouldn’t they but no! It is ‘they’ and ‘they’ alone that are beat in the mind, their brains draining out their ears. ‘They’ are the others, the elements of unnatural proportion.”
Making his way behind the occupied chair he ran his hands like a snail against a clean marble stone, the heat disbursed from his hands was the disgusting slime. Though warming, the accompaniment of its distributor shot sensations that even a poet grasping the world’s largest vocabulary could be flustered to describe. Pushing his head from the back of the seat he regarded of a toy Jack-in-the-box that had lost all motivation to leave his cubed home. To imagine the face behind the white wall of discomfort would be to see the devil’s eye.
“We are the human elements. My flames burn and tear at your skin, ripping, destroying the only substances that are real. Your lightning bites at the flesh as it cuts the muscle from bone. They don’t understand, they don’t see. They are blind.” His final three words were spoken so demonically from the throat that it could send shivers through a bush of roses.
Detaching himself from the seat Pyrus walked to a chair a crossed from the thunder boy and, reaching his long bony fingers out, he latched onto a sheathed rapier. Setting it on his lap he rubbed his left hand down the casing then brought the cooled hand to his uncovered chest. With a pleasurable exhale of air he turned his head to face his companion. The mask hid the unknown facial expression, leaving only an awkward stare.
(( common, try making your posts a bit longer. Theres a rule that all your posts have to be atleast 40 words in the roleplay section of this forum. ))
Mazkis smirks, "Quite the poet you are, but you forgot to tell me who "They" are, and in all honesty we're going to be on this trip for quite a while, co-operation is needed and i think names would help."
Mazkis turns to the other man, who walked through the door in the white hood. "Hey, im mazkis." He states, walking up to him and offering a handshake.
"Hi'sun" He says.Ignoring the shake he sets his staff against the wall and pulls out a book and starts reading." where are the others?" He says firmly. " i was told there were more than 3 of us". He looks a little Irritated by the fire and lighting.
Slowly climbs down from the roof of the building, watching everyone come in but nobody leaving, he walks in to notice only four people in there. Walks over to the wall opposite of the fire and sits in a chair and whispers "Must be in the right place."
Sits and stars at the figure in the mask, feeling the radince of heat coming off him, and notes to stay away, then turns his gaze to the figures at the door.
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Is basically sweating so much since hes near the fire. " i hate the fire hell im basically melting right now if you need me knock" He then taps his staff and a bubble of ice covers him. every few second the bubble melts a bit.
Name:Grieve (real name kisuke namaru)
Appearance:tall,slim but muscular, dark hair
Element of choice:fire of course
Background:trained in the traditional martial arts of tae kwon doe, jujitsu, and muay thai was taught the destructive powers of fire after being accepted into the martial arts elite academy
Weapons:fists, occasional section of lead pipe or kunai
Additional Abilities:inhuman perseverance and willpower
grieve opens the doors of the shack and walks in gruffly nearly slamming the door behind him "am i late to the party?, what have i missed"
Yumi burst into a dusty, low-lit shack, which appeared to be abandoned, except for an old guy who seemed to have missing teeth, since all she could see were two pairs of dark pink gums glaring at her, surrounded by cracked pale brown lips. Wolf gray eyes were also targeting her out of shock, transforming into slinted, devilish rectangles. Backing away in disgust, Yumi quickly fled the scene and allowed her already worn out boots to glide her over to a merchant's open shop before haulting. She then reached into hidden flaps located on her tan dress, pulling out a slightly crumbled piece of paper.
"Let's see," Yumi muttered outloud, unfolding it to reveal a badly drawn map. "Awww, I wonder if everyone had to follow such a map! It looks like it was drawn by a baby! Oh! Could that be the place?"
Yumi slowly turned a knob that led to a brighter room than before, mainly brightened from the flames that came from a humble fireplace. There were four other people present, two who seemed to be bothered by the flickering fire, one that appeared mute, and the last that seemed to be decent enough to be called the leader. Remembering that this was the number she was told about, she rubbed her head and was about to apoogize when she noticed another person present. At first she stared in shock, then she shook it off and recorded the leader's names in her head.
"Ohhh, so his name is Mazkis!" Yumi shouted outloud by accident, then blushed and calmed her voice. "I mean, hello Mazkis. My name is Yumi Airshine, pleasedto meet you. I apologize for being so late. You see, the map I recieved was a bit sloppy and I was too far away to find this place without one, ahahah...heh. Well, I am here now, and that is what counts, right? Well, that is, unless I have been replaced."
Yumi then looked at the fifth person, not sure if he was the fifth to arrive or not, but also hesitant over the fact that she was told there would be only four others, and in reality, there were five. Well, Yumi was not the type to ponder such little things in such a manner. She merely smiled and acted as though the matter was of little importance.
((OOC: Soorrryyy! I will try to RP more! Of course, I have become sort of...nocternal! In fact, I am posting this around 5am in the morning but yeah, I will try to RP more...though I will be gone next week...sorry...))
Nurarihyon no Mago!
Inpa: "...I got your mask already, look! Isn't it pretty?” Balthazar: ”Urgh.. !! It's pink..” Inpa: ”Oh please, it's called being metrosexual!..."
((is it to late to join if is just ignore this post))
Appearance: Red tank like shirt,Black chest holsters for his knives which hang under his arm pit region,long black shorts_3ins past knees,light brown eyes,medium toned skin,long black hair 3inches down neck,about 6'0 feet,Black lether glove with index finger missing on glove or right hand,Red canvas sneakers
Element of choice:Fire
Background:Adventurer,always like to climb things.Born with both a mother and a father.Vulcan trained hard to control his element.Hiis whole life Vulcan trained in hand-to-hand,alsoescape and evade so he's very acrobatic.At age 12 his father gave him a set of throwing knives.For months at a time he would practice and train with his throwing knives perfecting his accuracy. At age 15 his mother gave him a retractable bo staff. A special bo staff which can be set to flames.Yet again he practices months at a time with both gifts from mother and father.At age 18 he's reached the peak of his abilities and he's still not going to stop unless he's the best.He lives his life with his 45 and 43 father and mother and his little brother at age 13.And carries his pearly black yoyo for good luck.
Weapons: telescopic bo staff that retracts when twisted.silver throwing knives.
Additional Abilitiesinpoint accuracy
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Vulcan dashing through the woods searching desperatly for the the old shack.Vulcan jumps into a tree and spots the old shack not to far away.Vulcan jumps from tree to tree smiling that he's almost there........Finally he's arrived at the old shack.He sitting in a tree we all of a sudden "CRACK"!!! The branch breaks from under his feet.quickly with no hesitation he pulls out 1 of 10 throwing knivs and stabs it in the tree's trunk preventing him from falling and breaking a bone,or more.Vulcan decides it's time to stop waiting around.So he creeps next to the door of the shack.He places his ear on the door slowy.He perceived conversation passing through 1,2,3,4,5,6 people.Vulcan slowy puts his hand on the door knob.Opens the door and wow.To be an old shack it's seems to be luxurious. He walks calmy to an empty stool.Taking glances at everyone in the corner of his eyes.He pulls the stool up against the wall.Sits and leans upwards on the wall.Everyone if you have never seen me my name is Vulcan.Son of Maria and Cedric Pyronian.I am here to search for the dark element arcane before it does any more damage.Thinking in his mind he being way to serious he decides to relaxe thinking there all nice people.Still he sits in silence until someone talks to him.
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Intently Pyrus watched the burning fire, disregarding the small talk and greetings. He did not count the members within the cabin nor listened for a chance to introduce himself. Feelings for these nameless faces were as dark as the charred wood producing his loving flame; they were simply the nutrition releasing the true power. Breathing deeply the young fire warrior flexed the object of his attraction. Inhaling the fire would slightly shrink in size only to be grown larger as the breath left his lungs. Stroking his rapier like a pet on his lap he closed his vision before reopening them, letting fly an ear screeching howl.
“Disturbing!” His shout was followed by rolling smoke exciting the holes in his mask. A voice to be described as grotesquely demonic echoed as the hidden face searched the room for its inhabitances. “Your sounds to one another are vial and sick! Butchers to the language you hack and chop your way through the skin of intelligence! Disgusting.” Pressing his sword on to the ground he moved his way over to the only one he had earlier spoke with. With his weapon, now fashioned as a walking stick, he hunched his back stretching out his neck as his long hair drooped across his chest.
“You have fooled my warning and now they have come with open arms, but they trick, they lie.” Taking another glance around at the people Pyrus exhaled smoke but pushed it from the mouth of the blank mask to embody a hiss in nature, like a snake against its predators. Returning his gaze to his thunder user and, straightening his stance, he raised the sheathed blade in a pointing manner. “The mountains could cry a melody as succulent as the bee’s wine but if taken for granted the mountains will turn to stone.”
Taking several steps back he stood adjacent to his earlier chair but prefixed his eyes on the sizzling fire. Waiting was a game, one that had struck the young Elfirus’ path too many times before. Controlling how long he could win this passive interrogation was now his trick.
(OOC: sorry I haven't been posting much, I just don't like doing the short little sentences but once we actually start moving and doing things I'll be good.)