Aura63
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| 09 Aug 2013 12:42 AM |
Peace was a relative term, but a rocky truce withstood. Thirty-two years of such strained peace had past. It was a record in the history of Calisma, a world that had been broken by war since before the records began. Those old enough to remember before the harmony recall the distress it was to live in such a time. Constant war ripped the continent, death to pay for land that was only to be lost the next day. Magic was rampant, untamed and unrefined. Aggression peaked into what would be known as the Sortelige Wars. Crude and wild sorcery created pandemonium; killing the wielders as often as those they aimed at. It was a savage world.
It was a savage world that was subdued. One man rose from the masses and put purpose to the hordes. His words brought the cessation of the wars. He created the Guild to unite the mages across the realm, and forbade the use of magic without the seal of such Guild. Cities rose and fortified, magic became art and the world flourished. The new peace that rose from such treaties united the nation, and in response he was crowned Dazus Errion, First King of Calisma.
The reign of Errion has been prosperous, but the King had fallen ill to some mysterious ailment. Some say disease, others say sorcery, but all agree that if their King doesn't recover then the realm will fall back into chaos. The court counsel offered up a reward for anyone that can cure the King, but no one is yet to claim the prize. The sole surviving Prince, Rydas, was desperate to save his failing father. He gathered a mismatched band of adventurers and set off in search of one last thread of hope: Panacea. It was a necklace of immense magical power, said to grant health to anyone that wears it. It was found, but comrades were lost, and as the last heir to the throne laying dying on a citadel floor, Panacea resurrected him. However, it was at the cost of his fathers life. Calisma is kingless. Outside forces, that would see the King pass and have their own hand at the crown, are moving in from shadows towards the castle. The citizens are frightened, ready to rebel. Even members within the royal walls are congregating. The adventurers return to Calisma to set Rydas on the throne. Will the new King be be crowned in time to quell the rising opposition? Will the people be satisfied by their new ruler? Will friends remain friends, or will new enemies emerge?
The Oracle has a mind of her own... One month has passed since the adventurers found Panacea, a mythical amulet sought out to heal the failing King. One month has passed since Dazius Errion, First King of Calisma has died. The realm is in mourning for the loss of the man that united them all. More and more people arrive in Paetax daily to show their respects for their fallen leader, and in excitement for the new crowning. Rydas, First Prince, is to be crowned the new king. As new people flood the castle and capital city there are as many friends as enemies joining the ranks. War has taken a new front: politics. Key groups struggle to gain control. Rebel groups are forming, the Guild reach for more power, and the council itself is torn. On the Eve of the crowing, Sena is throwing a ball in the honour of the heros, and people have come from afar just for a glimpse. Calsima teeters on the brink of chaos, still, with only Rydas and his sister able to hold it in tact. Of all the new, and familiar faces, which will be the ones they can trust?
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○First Prince - The only living son and heir to the throne. ○First Princess - The only living daughter and head of Paetax castle. ○Ranger – Familiar with rough terrain and wilderness. A survivalist. ○Rogue – Versatile and stealthy, a person of opportunity. ○Bard – A traveller with a love of arts and knowledge, with a gift for song and gab. ○Mage – A certified magic user with a seal from the Guild. ○Shaman - Someone who is guided by spirits and can evoke their will. ○Cleric – A healer gifted with divine light from their chosen Gods. ○Paladin – A holy knight crusading for their God and King. ○Blood Mage – A magic user utilising a feared and reviled dark magic, powering spells with the pure life-energy of blood. ○Clairvoyant -A communicator of spirits whose power increases with the sense of touch. ○Warrior -A rough and tumble fighter, well-versed in the art of war. ○Druid - A communicator with nature; beast and tree alike. ○Priestess – An alternative healer empowered by extremist beliefs. ○Alchemist - A communicator with nature; beast and tree alike. ○Monk - A morally strict person committed to their beliefs. ○Courtiers - People of land and title through out Calisma, awarded to the families for out stand service and loyalty in the Wars. ○Assassin - Elitist members of the (now corrupt) Broken Circle, guided by coin and aided by their lack of morality. ○Sudaje - A trinity of mages touched by the Gods and vowed to bring fruitation to the true Destiny. ○Witch Doctor - A tribal magic user that binds creepy crawlies and the undead to their control through rituals.
~CS~ Full Name: Nickname(?): Gender: Age: Height: Race: Class: Skills: Weakness(es): Equipment: Description: Personality: History: Anything Else: |
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| 09 Aug 2013 12:49 AM |
| Its to late for me to join. The mother is watching me like a hawk. Remember to bump this in the morning and I'll see what I can do about joining. |
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| 09 Aug 2013 12:51 AM |
Full Name: Alaska Frost Nickname(?): nope Gender: Other Age: 17 Height: I have no idea Race: I'M A ROBOT Class: Mage Skills: Climbing, landing. Weakness(es): HEAT Equipment: A wooden staff, nothing else Description: When he was five, he started climbing and doing parkour. One day he was practicing his skills one final time at a waterfall, and fell and lost his family.. leaving him in charge of himself. Personality: Likes to take a lot of risks and at least try to be funny History: When he was 6, he caused a nuke to explode, wiping out an entire town. Anything Else: Nope |
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Aura63
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| 09 Aug 2013 12:56 AM |
| @Legomario, A robot mage? :P Interesting. Probably should have mentioned this, but "Description" is meant for your characters appearance. |
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alpha8
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| 09 Aug 2013 01:02 AM |
Love it.
I'll probably soon later. |
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| 09 Aug 2013 01:08 AM |
Changed a couple things
Full Name: Alaska Frost Nickname(?): nope Gender: Other Age: 17 Height: I have no idea Race: Human/Robot Class: Mage Skills: Climbing, landing. Weakness(es): HEAT Equipment: A wooden staff, nothing else Description: Human body shape, has a robotic arm. Wears black fingerless gloves and also wears a white t-shirt with blue jeans and red tennis shoes and brown hair. Personality: Likes to take a lot of risks and at least trys to be funny History: When he was 6, he caused a nuke to explode, wiping out an entire town. Anything Else: When he was five, he started climbing and doing parkour. One day he was practicing his skills one final time at a waterfall, and fell and lost his family.. leaving him in charge of himself. |
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alpha8
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| 09 Aug 2013 01:09 AM |
| Btw, LegoMario, your character is something of a Gary Sue. Just saying. |
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Aura63
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| 09 Aug 2013 01:09 AM |
| Accepted C: I hereby name you an admin. |
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alpha8
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| 09 Aug 2013 01:32 AM |
Full Name: Varoen Glack Nickname(?): Swiftsole Gender: Male Age: 24 Height: Slightly above the average. Race: Human Class: Ranger Skills: Swordplay, minor archery, survivalcraft, improvisation, minor stealth, minor freerunning, minor tracking. Weakness(es): Claustrophobia, inept with other weapons beyond the sword and bow, low stamina. Equipment: A slim but light rapier with an intricate hilt, a fine-crafted wooden longbow with a low number of steel-tipped arrows, small bag of low amounts of food and water. Description: Varoen wears leafy green clothing, something to aid him when on his quests. He wears a leafy green cowl with golden lining, as well as a small cape that sways behind him. Under his cloak, he wears a faded golden tunic on top of brown pants, which folds into steel edged leather boots. His visage is that of a young man in his prime, with an abundance of un-tamable hair. His dark yellow eyes boast wisdom found only in the wilderness. Personality: Stoic and taciturn, Varoen learned quickly not to let his emotions dictate his actions. However, should he open up, he is found as a fatherly figure, though he is still harsh to those he barely knows. This attitude has earned him a small reputation among his clients as the one 'who gets the job done'. History: Born into a small family of blacksmiths, Varoen was quickly introduced to the world of weaponry as he eagerly tried his father's crafts. By sixteen, he was eloquent in the sword, over the years as he experimented more and more with his father's weaponry. He found solace in the quick and light blades, almost perfecting his sword arm. At the age of twenty, finding no work in the army, he left to become a mercenary in a foreign land. Though he would never see his family again, he would always revere his father as the most stalwart and the most caring father one could ever have. In the life of a mercenary, Varoen put his skills to the test. Doing his jobs quickly and efficiently, he was eventually hired to assist in the search for Panacea - in the end, Varoen visits Calisma to meet his old hirer... Anything Else: poop |
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Aura63
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alpha8
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| 09 Aug 2013 01:45 AM |
Yay. Do you have a character?
And when are we starting? |
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Aura63
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| 09 Aug 2013 02:36 AM |
| I'm in the process of making my character, and we can either start now, or wait until morning. |
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Aura63
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| 09 Aug 2013 02:37 AM |
~CS~ Full Name: Lizabane Lee Prayer Nickname(?): Lizzie or Liz Gender: Female Age: 16 Height: Slightly shorter than the average girl her age. Race: Human Class: Princess Skills: Can, at times, sense of the energy of others around her, hightened sense of hearing, and is pretty handy with a katana or throwing knives. Weakness(es): Being out in the wilderness, especially in the dark. She's not exactly afraid of the dark, but more of what hides in it. She's the type of girl that jumps at the sound of a twig snapping and stops breathing at the sight of shadows. Equipment: A set of throwing knives hidden in her clothing, and a small leather-bound journal that she carries in a small satchel. Description: Round, baby blue eyes that basically shine with innocence, wavy blonde hair that goes to her mid back in a braid, pale skin, light freckles under her eyes and across the bridge of her nose, elfin-like facial features. She's a tiny bit under weight, and it's obvious with her slim figure, but she tries to hide it by wearing loose clothing. She is currently wearing a peach colored, modern dress that goes to a spot a little below her knees. Personality: Quiet, and in most situations, friendly. Her shy nature makes her seem rather humble, although thoughs who know her personally know that she can be quite stubborn and aggressive when provoked. History: Unknown for now, though at some point she may open up to a character. Anything Else: She plans to run away from the castle. |
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| 09 Aug 2013 02:54 AM |
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Full Name: Vigeus Necessum Nickname(?): The Black Hand Gender: Male Age: 30 Height: Average Race: Human Class: Shaman Skills: Coercion, manipulation, illusion, conjuration, black magic, communication with the dead. Weakness: "Minor" insanity
Equipment: A scepter with a smooth black rod, with a small green gemstone attached at one end, fastened in place with a yellow gray metal, etched with symbols and runes, a handle made of the same material and with the same kind of engravings. At the other, is small crown made of yellow gray metal, with a ball filled with holes, made of the same material.
Description: He wear a black cloak, lined with gold, and symbols written on it with a red substance. He wears a mask, which appears to be of black porcelain, his bright green eyes, staring out of it's two eye holes.
Personality: Though part of his sanity is gone, he still retains much of his good qualities, most of them don't reflect on his actions. He is just, loyal, and honest. But, he has become cold hearted, and disconnected from others, and is determined to complete his goal, his mission, his destiny.
History: He used to be a simple man. Born in a family of farmers, having a wonderful childhood. He remembers his tearful goodbye form them, and his glorious induction into the mage society. He remembers his comrades, his works, his goals, and his former life. He remembers the voices that had guided him through all his life, and around the troubles.
But they have told him of something with great importance, that the former hostility and strife of before be brought back, that it is crucial that war be made, to avoid extinction and destruction. What they told hi and how they convinced a man of his intelligence and cleverness is quite obtuse. But now he is determined to stop the crowning, with a small force of his own.
Anything Else: THE VOICES THEY TELL ME TAFF
(Mh... So, could we possibly start now?) |
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alpha8
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| 09 Aug 2013 03:05 AM |
(I will.)
I wonder throughout the kingdom's capital, standing out amongst the peasantry with my dirty and green clothing. |
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alpha8
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| 09 Aug 2013 03:05 AM |
| (o noes i spelt wander wrong) |
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Zeriten
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| 09 Aug 2013 03:16 AM |
~CS~ Full Name: Zeriten Bleakfalls (alright the last name is bad but its just a random thing i came up with. like really last names shouldn't ever matter.) Nickname(?): Zeri Gender: F Age: 16 Height: 5 ft 6 in? Race: Human Class: Assassin Skills: Being stealthy, disappearing out of site. Weakness(es): Arriving on time, strength, speed Equipment: A small steel blade, enchanted with a small touch of electricity Description: alright i give up i dont like this rp
bye Personality: History: Anything Else:
but i am crunching chips loudly and you are not |
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| 09 Aug 2013 06:57 AM |
Full Name: Sarah Ferfaux
Nickname(?): None
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Height: 166cm
Race: Human
Class: Cleric
Skills: Healing abilities, Holy magic.
Weakness(es): Hand-to-hand combat.
Equipment: 2 platinum-reinforced maces as long as her leg. She also carries a black linen string in case she needed to tie her hair.
Description: Sarah has black elbow-length hair with a full fringe across her forehead. She has very gentle features and fair but injured skin. She wears white armor tinted with a hint of blue around the corners. She refuses to wear helmets because this will only block her sight. She usually wears a brown tunic whenever out of her armors.
Personality: Sarah is very kind and thoughtful when it comes to relatives and friends. She can be a trustworthy friend and tends to protect the ones she love. Although she isn't the one who likes to befriend people.
History: TBR
Anything Else: Sarah tends to pray alot. |
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Aura63
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| 09 Aug 2013 07:39 AM |
(@wasabimasta and HollywoodSign, accepted.)
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| 09 Aug 2013 08:09 AM |
((Yes, I know that the rules state there is only one princess, but would I be able to be, say, some sort of backup princess? I'll be making a fair character, too, if I can have the "backup princess".))
Full Name: Voiciya Ceel Slovencin (Pronounciation: Vo-ee-she-uh See-ul Slah-vehn-sin) Nickname(?): Voice Gender: Female Age: Exact age unknown, but probably in her early 20's. Height: 175cm Race: Human Class: Clairvoyant Skills: Communication with the deceased, low level offensive magic, the ability to see up to 49 hours in the future Weakness(es): Her stamina is really weak, so she can't do physical things for overly long amounts of time. She also isn't the sanest person in the town. Equipment: A crystal ball, and... that's it, really. Description: Voiciya has eyes that are silver with a tint of red in them. She is about normal weight of someone her height, and has really dark hair that droops down to her inner thigh. Due to how little she actually goes outside before the start of the roleplay, her skin is quite pale. She wears some sort of cloth around her mouth that has an eye-like design on it, and her current clothing is a multicolored dress. In fact, that's actually the only variance of not-facial-cloth clothing she has. She doesn't know why she has multiple copies of the same clothing. Personality: Voiciya is a nice person, trying to help all of the people who come to her for assistance with one thing or another. However, ability to communicate with the dead has left some... unfortunate emptiness where there was once joy. Her ability to communicate with the dead has given her a more flat tone, and she sometimes rambles on a bit, too. History: I'll think of something up for her eventually, but for now, all I have is that she first discovered her powers about 10 years ago before the roleplay starts. Anything Else: I'm thinking she may help Lizabane stay away from the castle, even after leaving the town entirely.
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| 09 Aug 2013 12:11 PM |
(That would be fine, accepted. c:)
Lizabane
When it comes to waking me up, get a train or go home. Before my fathers passing he would tease me about being a very heavy sleeper, saying I was his own sleeping beauty. Waking myself up was even a challenge. Which is probably why I woke up on the floor today. Groaning, I held a hand up to my head as a pounding headache made its self known as well as a fading pain in every other bone in my body. 'Maybe I should find an easier way to wake up... a way that doesn't make me feel like humpty dumpty' I thought absently while standing up. Looking out the window I noticed how high the sun was in the cloudless sky. "What time is it..." I mumbled. |
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