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Postby Videssos » Sun Dec 09, 2012 7:10 am

Reign of the Elven Tyrants




Some ideas have been floating round in my head, so I thought I'd just make an RP on some of those ideas, concerning a slightly vaguely thought up fantasy world.

In the world of Shaenar, a world of vast kingdoms, empires and magic, as well as ancient, long-forgotten ruins occupied by beings most ancient; a war is coming… a war between races young and old - between Kingdoms and Empires, between man and Elf. A future of blood and death, of chaos and destruction.

The kingdoms and empires of the elves have reigned supreme for countless millennia, with the occasional rebellion in time, by the younger race of humans. The nearest the humans came to success was long ago, and that ended amidst chaos, betrayal and slaughter. The various sub-races of the Elves scorn human gods, instead worshipping their own, whom they believe to be far superior. Some of the darker Elves practice dark sorcery and blood magic.

Now, the latest in a series of attempts by humans to achieve freedom from mistreatment and slavery, has occurred. A temple-city of the humans, known as Reu'harudan, a place that was sacked long ago by Elves, has become an organising place for humans intent in gaining some independence from their overlords. A hidden kingdom inhabiting an area few Elves have reached plots with those who dwell in Reu'haradan. As long as the elves do not know of the kingdom's existence, there still may be hope.

Elsewhere, the Elven Tyrants reign with power unchecked, and ruthlessly enslave those humans not already so. Sorcerers, warriors and mage-assassins under the command of powerful rulers possessing formidable magic of their own, are sent to bring to heel, if not kill, those humans who would seek freedom from the oppression of the Elves.




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Legend

- Dark Blue - Greater Elven Empire - Capital: Ulthwé
The Greater Elven Empire are the continent's premier superpower. They hold a racial hatred towards the ancient Human immigrants present within their domain. The empire is known to posses city size consecration camps, and to house 'hunts'. The current ruler is Empress Lilith XXV.

- Light Blue - The Water Elven Dominion - Capital: Old Water City
The Water Elven Dominion is a major maritime power. They are known to be the most pragmatic of all local elven powers, and are known to take a neutral stance on most issues, unless their economic interests are interfered with. The country holds the highest concentration of human population in an elven nation. The ruler is King Océçan Paj.

- Green - Forest Elf Hegemony - Capital: The Old Tree
Next to nothing is known about the elusive hegemony. The Forest Elf Hegemony is a completely closed off, one-hundred percent homogeneous society. The locals are known to be vegetarians. Officially they are allies of the Greater Elven Empire. Ruler is unknown.

- Crimson - Blood Elf Matriarchy - Capital: Khaela Mensha Khaine
The Blood Elf Matriarchy possess an extremely violent, female-supremacist culture. The only private enterprise is piracy. Be warned, most contact with locals is bloody. That being said, assassination is a extremely lucrative business in that part of the world. The ruler is Matriarch Kerezia.

- Black - Drow Hegemony - Capital: Sigil
Keep out! That is the only advice I can give you. The place is extremely xenophobic in respect to all races. Nothing else is known about that Sithis forsaken place. The Ruler is King Dathakas.

- Brown/White - Snow Elf Theocracy - Capital: Winter-Keep
The Snow Elf Theocracy is an extremely religious place. The Theocracy is covered in glaciers and snow. They are close allies with the Greater Elven Empire. The ruler is High Priestess Elëmonaj.

- Grey - Ashlands
Basically the badlands of the Black Continent. You can never be sure of what you may encounter in these lands.

- Puke Yellow - Araga Desert - Most Prominent City: Reu'haradan
Though not an officially recognized kingdom, it houses several major human resistance groups, and cities.

- Yellow - Land of The Desert Elves - Capital: Al-Washabi
A one-hundred percent independent, non-xenophobic sultanate. The place is an assassin's safe heaven, so much so that the capital's name translates to 'City of Assassins'. The sultanate is proposing an alliance with the kingdoms in the Araga desert. The ruler is Sultan Mehir V.






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Name: Artanthos vi Kelarian
Age: 23
Gender Male
Race: Human
Appearance:
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Weapons: An enchanted bastard sword named Righteous Vengeance. Magic of several different varieties. Stuff like that.
Armour (including worn items in general): Enchanted dark plate armour, several other things of lesser note.
Biography: Born in the capital of the Greater Elven Empire, he was noted to have descended from a human noble family that was enslaved by the Elves long ago. The Elves taught him some things, but most of the time, he gradually became used to mistreatment, several particularly harrying ordeals after attempts at escape ending up creating a mix of hate and fear in regards to his opinion of the Elves. Eventually, he was reassigned to a remote part of the empire, where the Elves had sent him to do some errand. Regardless to say, the Elves accompanying him were ambushed, and although they managed to hold their own in the fight, he was taken when most of them were busy fighting. Some of the humans he accompanied taught him more of the world's situation, as the Elves had left certain things out of his education that he wasn't supposed to know. Eventually, he and the others found themselves in Reu'haradan. Mysteriously, he he felt an urge to travel through a certain uninhabited temple in the city, which descended deep underground.

Corridors long unseen were walked once more. and he found a room with a plethora of strange glyphs covering the walls. They began to glow when he entered, and he felt something happening. Knowledge, seemingly of someone tantalisingly familiar yet different at the same time, filled his head. Before him an ancient hand-and-a-half sword of an unknown metal had appeared, as well as a set of black plate armour. Among other things, the knowledge that had entered his head told him that he was the reincarnation of a human warrior-sorcerer from long ago, a man named Icarium Nebrahl, and who had led a coalition of several rapidly formed kingdoms and empires against the Elves, hundreds of thousands of years ago.

He had come the closest to freeing humans of their tyranny, yet those aligned to him were gradually enslaved or killed. Blood magic was used on some of his closest lieutenants, and the person closest to him turned on him, even as Elves swarmed the last city, Val Erain, of the kingdom that he ruled- Kas Ehraldin, and laid waste to all that was contained there in. That was when the man known as Icarium died, confronted by those who betrayed him, and those who would go to any length to ensure that humans remained in their position. The enchanted black armour was what Icarium had once worn, and the sword- Righteous Vengeance, was the blade that he had used. He likewise possessed new, unnatural powers.
Armed and armoured, both physically and mentally, he returned to the surface, and has intentions of beginning a new age for humanity, an age in which humans would not have to suffer under the Elves any longer. Among other things, he has sent assassins to kill Elven officials, though that's not always as effective as he might want.

Name: Ryllandaras Pharazôn, King of the Galayn
Age: Unknown, an extremely long time ago, though.
Gender: Male
Race:Galayn demon
Appearance:
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Weapons: A massive double edged axe, and a segmented bone whipsword of similar size. Sorcerously bound weapons, other things of that nature.
Armour (including worn items in general): Demonic armour forged of an incredibly resilient metal forged by another race of demons when in human form. Doesn't need it in Demon form or dragon form, though it can change shape and size to encase those forms too.
Biography: Born aeons ago, not long after Light was first birthed, one of the oldest demons of the race of Galayn, he rules the race in Aral Gamaleon the realm of demons. He was of the great princes of that race, and grew more powerful through means both subtle, and less so. He schemed, and fought his way to supremacy, before killing off the other Galayn demon princes and lords who could not stomach the fact that he ruled over them. As was his right, he proclaimed himself the king and lord of all Galayn. Ryllandaras waged many wars upon other demonic races within the realm of demons, sometimes severely weakening if not wiping out other races as he and the Galayn expanded their grip in the realm of demons, becoming one of he most powerful races within that world. He travelled to other planes of existence from time to time too, often with aims of gaining more power, or simply for the sake of spilling blood.

He occasionally ended up fighting beings that were more than his match, and gained a new-found respect for such beings- though also some degree of hate and other things, who in his travails, were few and far between. Was perhaps once trapped in an ancient crystal city called Tanelorn, which was a strange place somehow isolated from space and time once entered, and all manner of powerful beings resided there, some of those powerful enough to make trouble for a demon lord and perhaps bring Ryllandaras into a bad situation. Needless to say, he eventually escaped, though that's a long story. He returned to travelling between plane, the last such battle having occurred a few thousand years ago against several gods, and which resulted in him being cast unexpectedly into this world, weakened and trapped inside a sorcerously warded temple to one of those gods. It is only recently that he was freed, and Ryllandaras cares little about whether his next foe is Elf or human. He sometimes exhibits more caution that is necessary as a result of previous debacles, and has certain strange "states" he enters. He possesses a lust for power and bloodshed that has been sated little, and seeks to find something to quench that thirst in due time. He may have a lust for some other things, too, but that's another story. He may also be the one behind gateways opening up into the mortal world, bringing in demons of various races into this world, for the purposes of invasion.


Name: Dalvarien Mandragoran
Age: Presumably several millennia old.
Gender: Male
Race: Human (Kinda, though he's not really, any more. Quite a bit more serpentine.)
Appearance:
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Weapons: A certain sword by the name Chrysaor. That's other than his magic, himself, and things he can summon up, of course.
Armour (including worn items in general): Enchanted armour made of an unknown material resembling snake scales, that can be summoned at will.
Biography: Born the first son of a powerful lord in a human empire several millennia ago, he was positively enshrouded in prophecies; some good, and some bad. All of them mentioned important events and actions. When Dalvarien was old enough to understand these things, he became a veracious reader of books of the arcane and sorcerous variety. His father told him to not believe in prophecies, and that the future is what he would forge it to be. Nonetheless, he still regarded such things as important; especially prophecies of the kind that said specific things must come to pass, and when they did, the prophecy would have become validated. Dalvarien excelled in his training, when he learnt to fight with most forms of weaponry. He most notably took to swords, soon surpassing some of the best men in the Crimson Guard- the family's elite personal army.

He often journeyed out from the family home in the fortress city of Dal Perivor, going to magical focal points- places of power, and various ancient temples, tombs and other things of that variety, often with magical past soaked into their very stones in various lands. He killed, planned and schemed his way to mastery of powerful magics, and when he could not gain power through those means, he befriended sorcerers, and if he could not turn on them and kill them at the last moment, then he would simply leave when they had taught him all they were prepared to. He also made deals with powerful supernatural creatures to achieve his ends, too. Dalvarien returned to Dal Perivor one time, and discovered that a sorcerer- or some other being that possessed sorcerous powers, had killed his father in an unnatural fire. In a rage, he hunted down the being and tracked it down to a chambered cairn. There, he found a strange, vaguely humanoid shadow creature. He gave it no quarter, obliterating it and the cairn in which it had inhabited with powerful sorcery. Dalvarien went back to Dal Perivor, and strengthened its magical defences greatly, as he did not wish the rest of his family to be in a similar danger. Occasionally returning to Dal Perivor, he prefers to travel around the world, occasionally with a contingent of Crimson Guard soldiers, sometimes travelling to important cities, and meeting with members of other noble families. During some of his travails he learned to shapeshift into the form of a snake, raven or a wolf, often helping in areas of travel and subterfuge. Though the serpent's nature seemed to have become more ingrained with him than the other two creatures.

Among his travels, he found the ruins of an ancient and cursed city once known as Aridhol, and more commonly known as Shadar Logoth. That name translates in an old tongue to "Place Where the Shadow Waits," or simply "The Shadow's Waiting." Dalvarien entered that place, and it changed him. He was trapped, after taking several ornate, bejewelled items of magical significance, and encountering Mashadar, the mindless, all-devouring, insidiously insane entity that dwells within the city, as well as the shades of several individuals, one of which, Jeraal Mordeth, was key in bringing the city to its doom in days long gone by. The Shadow found residence inside him, it infected him, effecting his actions, the ghost of the long-dead Mordeth partially possessing him, and effecting his thoughts, feelings and actions. Likewise, his magic was effected further, and the taint of Mashadar within him altered his mindset, and made the three forms he shapeshifts to sometimes, darker versions of those creatures, among several others. He's most suited to snakes, however. Researching immortality, his experiments brought him a way of transferring his consciousness into new bodies, preferably suitable hosts, whose powers he could take to add to his own. Their minds also became part of his, so elements of their personalities were likewise added to him. Another technique involved curse marks on specified individuals, which store a part of his consciousness,
Of course, that long-dead spirit had become insane from imprisonment by Mashadar within the ruins. Not long later, a band of adventurers from far away, who hadn't heard of the dangers of Shadar Logoth, wondered into the city's confines, and soon found tendrils of silvery-dark mist pouring towards them. Mashadar was distracted long enough seeking out this little group of hapless individuals- since none of them were Shadowspawn- dark creatures, or tainted by darkness, and thus harder to find for the seemingly mindless, yet malevolent mist-like entity known as Mashadar, and as such, Dalvarien managed to escape, though a tendril of the mist nearly got him; which could have resulted in a rather painful death. During his stay there, he had changed, physically as well as mentally. Now, he travels once more in search of power, in all manner of ways. In his quest for power and immortality, he has experimented on many, and is responsible for the disappearances of a considerable number of people of various races, humans and elves alike, the latter of which he took to regard as trash, and mostly merely tools to manipulate, and use on his way to rule the world and destroy those who oppose him. Dalvarien has bases, facilities and servants scattered in secret, all over the continents, and seeks to bring the downfall of the elves, as well as his own rule over the lands. He experimented on himself, too, and took upon himself an affinity with serpents, as well as perhaps something deeper than that....




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Segmentia wrote:Name: Ravadiana Pegason
Age: 793
Gender: Female
Race: Elf
Appearance: In her formal clothing. Usually she wares black.
Weapons: Magical staff and her magical abilities, an enchanted dagger
Armour (including worn items in general): Her mage robes are enchanted, but she doesn't ware armor other then that.
Biography: Ravadiana was born into a very powerful elven family that was gifted with magic. Even among her family, she was unbelievably gifted and talented in the magical arts, and was whisked away at the young age of twenty to study under the best mages in the elven society. Though her many years, she has quickly advanced through the ranks, and currently holds the famed and highly sought after title of Archon. She is a firm believer in elven superiority, and fully supports the enslavement of the humans.

To say she is cruel would be an understatement. Even by elven standards, she is seen as an evil person, and where ever she goes, people are quick to get out of the way and to hold their tongues, least they offend her in some way. Her magical abilities are immense, and range from simple destruction spells, to necromancy, and blood magic. Nearing her 800th year of life, she is preparing for what she believes will be a rather chaotic time, where she has her own designs to further herself.
RP sample(optional): Really?

Len Hyet wrote:
Name: Benyamin Silva (see the y?) Known to the Elves as i'Morier Sereg'wethrin (The Dark Assassin)
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: (Le Uniform) (Le Face)
Weapons: Hand Crossbow, Hand-and-a-half Sword, Dirk (Used as Main Gauche)
Armour: Mottled Green and Grey and Brown cloak, Mithril Breastplate, Arm Bracers

Biography: Well, he wasn't born a fantastic assassin I can tell you that much. He was actually born to a mother and father who worked as farmers, slaves who farmed would perhaps be a better description, to an Elf Lord. Said Elf Lord had enemies in the government, they all did. Political intrigue was rife within the Royal Court, and Silva's master was one of the most intriguing. He instituted a law, when a human child reached the age of five, they were given a series of tests by an Elf Mage. Nobody knew what these tests did, or even what they were for, but every once in a great while the Mage would take the child after preforming the tests. Silva was one of those children. But even among the chosen he was special. The tests were an aptitude test, for strength, speed, agility, and more importantly, intelligence. Those who passed were considered candidates. Candidates for what might be a question asked. To become Assassins, hunters in the night. The Elf Lord's Swordmaster, Hunt Master, and Herbologist taught the candidates everything they would need to become master assassins. Swordsmanship, Tracking, Archery, and the various herbs and plants that could kill.

Of all the children who reached age five within fifty years of Silva, only sixty were considered candidates. Fifty were dropped from the program, and assigned as Bodyguards to the Elf Lord. Five more died during training. The remaining five were then put into a maze at age twenty. They were given a Sword, a Bow with ten arrows, and told that only one could survive. Three days and four corpses later, Silva emerged from the maze. For the next four years Silva served the Elf Lord, never showing a wink of the fierce hatred that he held in his heart for the cruel elves. He waited for those four years, knowing that he was a better woodsman and fighter than any Elf. Finally, his parents died. Cancer had taken his mother, and his father died of a broken heart. Saddened by the grievous loss, Silva clung to the silver lining. Now there was nothing here that the Elf could use against him. So, he dropped a pinch of lethal herbs into the Elf Lord's dinner. As he began to choke Silva escaped from the grounds of the Palace and into the woods, moving south.

From that day forward he has done two things. Help humans wherever he can, and Kill elves whenever he can.

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Kinnegoe wrote:Name: Rónán O'Dochartaígh
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance:(]Image)
Weapons: Hunting Bow w/assorted arrows(iron, steel, enchanted etc.), Short sword, Dagger
Armour (including worn items in general): Leather Bracers, Hide Chestplate, Cloak, Trousers and Boots
Biography:
Ronan was born in a small village of humans who lived in the bush around a small town in a remote part of the Empire. The village was set up by a handful of slave farmers who escaped from an Elf Lord decades ago. Since then they have been living off the land and freeing humans wherever possible, quickly growing to a band of over seventy.
Ronan was raised not by his parents but by the community as a whole, learning to read and write from ex-scribes, to scavenge from apothecary assistants and so on. Ronan chose the path of becoming a warrior early when he heard word of a rebellion, he was brought up with a passionate hatred of elves.
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Fowlick wrote:Name: Genevaltor
Age:863
Gender:Male
Race: Elf
Appearance:(Image)
Weapons:Dual swords, Bow and Arrows
Armour (including worn items in general):Thick leather vest, Iron Bracers, Leather pants, Steel boots, cloth cape, Face mask, wide brimmed hat
Biography:The roots of Genevaltor's existence is unknown to most, but he is marked over the years as being a great warrior in the eyes of the elven population. To the humans though he is their worst nightmare. In his first 200 years of service he quickly moved in rank and became a general for over 99 percent of his time. The 500 years after this time of work he became the leader of an assassin's nation. He led all assassination missions the elves handed out for this time. Then one hundred years ago he disappeared. All evidence of his existence became legend. Many search attempts have been carried out, but all signs lead to his death. In the past 10 years a rebellion rose in the human populations. It was a silent rebellion, but over the years it grew with training and support. All tactics used are that of Genevaltor's design. Could it be possible that he is alive and fighting Against his elven brethren?
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Landseria wrote:Character Name: Magnus Von Magnuss
Desired Title: N/A
Character Age: 39
Appearance/Description:
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Backstory: Magnus is a foreigner, a mercenary from the North, his comrades talents were sought by a Elvish lord and his lord sold them as contract slaves to the Elf for a bargain price. It was in his time at the Elf's castle that Magnus found his love for violence and cruelty.

Magnus was born to a slave, and so was born to be one, his physical power was discovered by a field boss at an early age and was brought to the lord's estate to be trained in the martial arts. Magnus has been a slave his entire life but is now torn between staying loyal to his owners and living a comfortable life, and defecting to the humans for the glory of his race.

Firstaria wrote:Name: Daniel Mercury
Age: Unknown, apparence suggest 21
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: (Image)
Weapons: Darkness, Bare fists
Armour: Knighted Class black light armor, standard dotation for Medieval fantasy times.
Biography: Factbook. The Elf tyranny caused several dissonance in the balance, Daniel is here to investigate.
RP sample(optional): You know me.

Sommorragh wrote:Name: Jal'Kresh
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Dunmer
Appearance: (Image)
Weapons: Moroccan Nimcha and Katar
Armour: As pictured with the audition of a brown loose shirt, scarf that covers his face and light Brest-plate? He also has black hair.

Bibliography: Jal'Kresh was born an orphan in the human slums of an unamed former elven superpower. As a dunmer he was constantly discriminated against, raped and beaten. At the ripe age of 10 he was thrown into a dungeon for existing. For the next five years he gained a new found respect for humans, and eventually broke out of prison. Brimming with five years of pent up rage, he slaughtered all of the guards that had mistreated him, and his human comrades. He then proceeded to assassinate the matriarch of a minor noble family. While searching around the estate, he found a torture chamber filled with rape victims. That night he snapped again, murdering the entire family and crucifying them. He had been working as a freelance assassin ever since, and has regained control of his emotions.

A year later after the super power desintergrated he was found wandering on one of the largest merchant roads on the sub-continent, by a noble elven family. Desperate for a bodyguard/guide, they hired him. What should have been a simple escort mission turned into a bloody mess. After repelling off 20 attackers, he guided the family to safety. He then turned his attention to the employer. Not because of sympathy, no to him they were a disgrace to the assassin way. He came back two days later, and personally presented the employer's head to the family. Since then he has stayed in their employment, and now follows them loyally. Though he is torn between elves and humans, he no longer pities them. To him the empire he lived in was far worse. His current employer is Ravadiana Pegason.

He posses a very dark, distinctly Dunmer sense of humor. His nick-name is Bloody Revenge.

RP Sample: Jal'Kresh plunged his Katar through the elvish noble. The blade twisting and turning. The blood gushing like a waterfall. His newest target was now more red then a blushing bride, or rather the blushing bride. She was next on the list.

He had to be fast. He only had 3 minutes. He slid himself under the lavish podium, and waited. His client would have his revenge. This noble elvis family would remember once again true fear. The fear that was once instilled in all by humanity all those centuries ago.

OOC: TES for the win! :D

Halleon wrote:Name: Lokhir Forlorn
Age: 765
Gender: Male
Race: Dark Elf
Appearance:
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Weapons: Wields the blade known as DarkHeart the blade has existed since the beginning of the Dark Elf race, the blade is surrounded with mystery and holds a reputation as being a weapon of pure evil. It earned the name DarkHeart when it came under Lokhir Forlorn's control who quickly put it to use against the inferior humans. Often cutting or stabbing the hearts of his foes out causing the blood to smear the blade, causing the blade to shine in a dark crimson color with the sound of whispers of lost souls vanquished by the blade. The blade is deadly as it can kill with only a small scratch, the blade is a weapon of dark and blood magic causing a body destroying poison to sweep across the victim first driving them mad and then causing a painful death of the body violently shutting down..

Armour (including worn items in general): Chain Mail that has been heavily enchanted using both dark and blood magic, giving the chain mail the infamous appearance of a darkness that is rumored to weep in joy during combat, tears of blood have been seen to drip from the armour, causing fear to sweep in the enemies heart. The skulls of men that Lokhir considered to be worthy enemies adorn the belt on the armour.

Biography: Since his birth and upbringing Lokhir Forlorn has held a heart poisoned of hatred for humans, hailing from a ancient Dark Elf Noble House it was expected of him to become a warrior a skill that he excelled in for he was driven to become a master swordsmen to rise through the ranks of Elven Society. Believing that a master swordsmen simply wasn't enough, Lokhir Forlorn also began learning and mastering the art of Dark and Blood Magic. These arts and skills started the career that would make Lokhir Forlorn a name to cause hatred and fear in the hearts of humans throughout the lands.

Being the creator and commander of the infamous organization called the Crux, Lokhir Forlorn is in charge of the task of keeping humans in their place. A task that has earned the Crux a reputation of hatred towards humans and bloodshed that stains the organization, as entire community's of humans have been eradicated for even whispering of rebellion. The Crux is mainly filled with Dark Elf members who hold a blinding hatred against humans, most if not all members are users of dark and blood magic, these arts are often used in turning men against them self's and gathering information of possible human uprisings.

Lokhir Forlorn is efficient and dangerous in his task of keeping law and order, even other Elf's believe that the Crux targets Elf's who feel pity for humans, for a number of elf's have simply disappeared after stating whispering of ending the human hardships caused by Elf's. Lokhir Forlorn believes that law and order must be enforced no matter the price, the balance of nature must be preserved with Elf's being the over lords of the inferior humans.

With connections and supporters of many high ranking government official's such as Ravadiana has given the Crux free reign in dealing with humans and has given Lokhir Forlorn a sense of unlimited power that he can directed towards further subjecting humans to levels of untold misery and slavery. While Ravandiana is seen as evil and abusive towards the humans by many , Lokhir believes that she is the key to securing the ever lasting superiority of Elf's over the despised humans, this has caused Lokhir to be a open supporter and enforcer of policies enacted by Ravandina against humans and even elfs that speak out.

The Crux
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RP sample(optional): I was in your rp called Fantasy Resurrection.

Side Note: Any more details or changes that need to be made can be done, I might have over looked somethings. I couldn't think of a good name for a police force of dark elfs that keep humans in line so if you want me to change the organization name to something better just say so.

Sentinel XV wrote:Name: Voen Khan, Commander of the Dawn Legion

Age: 817

Gender: Male

Race: Elf

Appearance: Image

Weapons: Aenadir, the Sword of the Dawn Legion (shown in image, enchanted with powers that inspire allies, strike fear into enemies), Elven Dagger

Armour: Templar's Armor of the Dawn Legion (shown in image, enchanted with powers that lend to his speed and strength), Royal Cloak (shown in image, the blue cloak), soft linen underclothes, Pendant of the Dawn Legion (shown in image in his offhand).

Biography: Voen Khan, Commander of the famed Elven force known as the Dawn Legion. Servant to the Elven King of Dral'karas alone, he knows no other master and answers no other call. Born into the Elven Khan lineage, an affluent and wealthy family of warriors and nobles, Voen was vetted from the beginning to take the part as the Dawn Legion's commander. His training, brutal. His discipline, absolute. He went through almost 200 years of training the deserted and hallowed forests of Northern Shaenar. When he was deemed ready by the Tribunal of the Northern Masters, a secret sect of combat instructors hidden deep within the forests, he began his journey back to Dral'karas. When he arrived, he would be accepted into the Dawn Legion as an Officer, and would quickly advance from there through sheer skill alone. His mind was sharp and his tactics ingenious. He possessed the ability to inspire his allies and strike fear through the hearts of his foes. His commanding ability was matched only by his prowess in combat. With an affinity for two-handed swords, he was an army of his own, a whirlwind in the midst of mortals that flew like brittle leaves before his valor. Within 50 years he had assumed the mantle of Commander of the Dawn Legion, a move celebrated by the Legion itself as well as the populace of Dral'karas. He was a man of the people, inspirational and strong even in the face of the blackest darkness. Some would call him blessed by the Gods, but many know that he was forged by his own will alone, and do well not to forget that.

Stattr wrote:Name: Avilion Rog'e
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Race: Elf
Appearance:
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She wears this under neath her cloak. Minus all the extra spikes, helmet and the right shoulder thingy.
Weapons: an Enchanted Staff she calls Amor and a regular sword and a dagger herited from her fathers side.
Armour (including worn items in general): light elven armor, light but strong. She wears a black cloak with hood along with no shoes. She also has a leather book bag in which she carries books and food.
Biography: Was born in Dravew. She grew up much slower than most of ehr kind, to which she did not know her kind except thst her father and mother were both mages. At the age of 10 Avi as they called her had not been showing any signs of her heritage and both parents told the king of that land. Until about noon they heard a loud crash and rushed back to their house to find it destroyed. They saw Avi in the rubble standing like a stone and not budging untli a few minuets later she faitned.

By the age of 20 both her parents were dead and so she lived in teh castle with the King and his younger son's and servents. She joined the mage circle and kept a secret hidden from them. For this seceret would be the end of her possibly. She had a friend that was a elf and he had told her to keep it secret. They had met one morning while Avilion was walking in the forest for her morning stroll when she heard a crack she sent a flying dagger at the thing and saw it move to the side and her dagger went a good three inches into a tree. She sighed and slowly went to get it, before she was twisted around and up against the tree, her feet kept to the side. That's when they both became friends when he retrieved her dagger for her and handed it to her silently before kissing her on the cheek and walking with her the rest of her walk and she learned more than anyone could have.

But she kept it secret and tended to only go out at night, unnoticed thanks to a spell she had made.
RP sample(optional): As if. :D

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Virtus Dinami wrote:Name: Vex Nin
Age: 24 Years Old
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance:
Facial Apperance: (Image)
Vex body is moderately fit and has a decent amount of muscle. This is to due to living in the Ashlands and having to cut down trees to provide firewood to keep himself warm and to hunt for small game.
Weapons: Vex uses a iron woodcutting ax, small iron hunting knife, and a wooden short bow. A leather quiver with 14 sharpened stone arrows.
Armour (including worn items in general):Vex wears a light brown tunic and dark brown trousers. He has a brown backpack with meat, bread, and a flask of water in it.
Biography: Vex Nin's story starts before he was born and starts with his father. His father was a mage of some renown with great interests in artifacts. He took the eyes of a elven noble's kind daughter and after spending years in the service of the elven noble he ran away with the noble's daughter. The elven noble sent men after them and he only lost them when he went into the Ashlands and eventually sent up a small cabin to live in. Normally the cabin wouldn't last long but he sent up wards around the cabin preventing monsters and anyone instead of him and his love to enter or leave. He spent his life scouring the Ashlands till he found the ruins of an ancient city. He spent years exploring it till he found a elegantly decorated obsidian urn with golden markings on it. He knew it was powerful because it radiated strong dark magic from it. He took back and studied it carefully and during this time his son Vex Nin was born. He was a disappointment to his father as he showed little to no talent for magic and his father became slowly obsessed with the urn and the ancient city. Vex grew up striving to use magic but it never worked but when he hit the age of fourteen is when he finally snapped at his father. The next action Vex did changed his life forever as he lifted up the urn and slammed it into the ground as his father face turned to shock. The urn shattered against the ground as dark energy swarmed out in one direction. To Vex.
The energy entered his body violently as he began to hear someone talking to him but not his father. The voice said things that he didn't understand but his father looked in awe at his son but that looked soon stopped as Vex felt himself being pulled away and all feeling of his body lost to him as he could only see and hear but not do anything. He looked at his father as he raised his now obsidian arm and the burst of red magic to be shot at his father horrified him as his father fell to his knees at the constant stream of magic assaulting his body. His father screamed for his son to stop as his skin was being torn apart by the energy and Vex tried with all of his power to stop whatever was happening but couldn't. He saw as his father's body was drained of all life to it and the voice kept talking but he couldn't understand it all. Finally he heard words he could understand and the deep dark voice spoke to him "You are my vessel pathetic child and you can't stop me. ". Vex learned that he couldn't stop his new master as it repeated the same thing to his mother and he watched as his mother begged for her son to stop.
Ten years from that day Vex stood in the room when he become merged with his master and looked at the ground as he grabbed his pack and his trusted woodcutting axe and left to leave behind this life hoping to somehow bury his dark past. He left the small wooden cabin as he walked away looking back as a tear came to his face before he continued to walk away heading for somewhere else the abyss known as the Ashlands.
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Memnoch de Marbulia wrote:Name:
Empress Lilith XXV Archon
Age:
unknown
Gender:
Female
Race:
Sun Elf
Appearance:
http://www.joblo.com/newsimages1/Anne-H ... alfoff.jpg
Weapons:
Quarterstaff with a solid platinum ball on one end and a diamond spike on the other.
Two long, thin rapier-like swords.
Armour (including worn items in general):
She is normally seen in the finery befitting her office. She also has an iridescent suit of dragonscale armor. It looks like a walking rainbow.
Biography:
Lilith rose to the throne at the age of 17 after her fathers sudden passing. She was named an Archon at the age of six when she demonstrated the proper transmutation of a substance through the nine stages of elementation. She is a superpower. She has an overwhelming hatred for all humans anyone who attempts to oppose her. She is completely ruthless and entirely unreasonable. Yet brilliant nonetheless. Her people love her and she is a fantastic leader. She is unmatched on any field of battle. She employs the top twelve assassins in the world and is currently training the daughter of Matriarch Kerezia.
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Ha!

Virenna wrote:Name: Illyr Patra
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: (Image)
Weapons: longsword, light crossbow, poisoned bolts, traps, food and water
Armour (including worn items in general): light steel shoulder guard, other patches of light leather armor here and there
Biography:

Illyr was raised his entire life in the Blood Elf Hegemony as a slave to a Blood Elf Matriarch and her House. At five years old, he had killed another young human boy for stealing his food, and expected to die for it. He was confused when Matriarch Adona gave him a cunning smile and ordered that his training begin.

From then on he was raised as an assassin for Matriarch Adona. He was skilled beyond the norm; while other dealers of the deadly trade were usually dead before their twentieth birthday, Illyr managed to silently survive and prosper to his twenty eighth. Yet something changed. He encountered a strange shrine out in the Ashlands while pursuing an illusive mark.

It was a simple stone structure covered with ash, and within lied several statues displaying a grim yet intriguing scene. Eager skeletons danced with reluctant humans and elves from all walks of life; kings and priests, slaves and merchants, peasants and soldiers. Above the shrine lied the engraved words, "Danse Macabre". It was a shrine to Death itself, Death personified in "the Dance".

Illyr was compelled to its worship. He returned to Khaela Mensha Khaine a changed man, but Adona did not notice it. Illyr could only contemplate mysterious Death, and, for the first time, his own life. A seed had been planted. And it could only grow.

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I have some, but I'm a little to tired to dig them up just now.

Memnoch de Marbulia wrote:Name:
Archon Vexia Nyxanis, Daughter of the Matriarch
Age:
199
Gender Race:
Blood Elf
Appearance:
http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m046a ... o1_500.jpg
Weapons:
Twin bladed fans
Metal spikes at the ends of her hair
Diamond nails
A platinum whip
Armour (including worn items in general):
Leather body suits with armor plating
Biography:
Vexia is the youngest person to ever to become an Archon. She is ruthlessly vicious and ridiculously powerful. She is known to lose her temper. Her mother is Matriarch Kerezia, but very few people know that. She is currently the acolyte of the Empress and her personal bodyguard. She dreams of meeting Archon Ravadiana. Vexia's bloodlust is lengendary and overwhelming. She is known for desanguinating people instantaneously.
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I laugh in the face of danger.

Time to bring out a demon-lord/king, I guess.

Name: Ryllandaras Pharazôn, King of the Galayn
Age: Unknown, an extremely long time ago, though.
Gender: Male
Race: Uh, Galayn demon...
Appearance: Demon Form: Link(Note: Has a long tail attached, the pic doesn't really show it)
Human Form:Image

Dragon Form: Image

Weapons: A massive double edged axe, and a segmented bone whipsword of similar size. Sorcerously bound weapons, other things of that nature.
Armour (including worn items in general): Demonic armour forged of an incredibly resilient metal forged by another race of demons when in human form. Doesn't need it in Demon form or dragon form, though it can change shape and size to encase those forms too.
Biography: Born aeons ago, not long after Light was first birthed, one of the oldest demons of the race of Galayn, he rules the race in Aral Gamaleon the realm of demons. He was of the great princes of that race, and grew more powerful through means both subtle, and less so. He schemed, and fought his way to supremacy, before killing off the other Galayn demon princes and lords who could not stomach the fact that he ruled over them. As was his right, he proclaimed himself the king and lord of all Galayn. Ryllandaras waged many wars upon other demonic races within the realm of demons, sometimes severely weakening if not wiping out other races as he and the Galayn expanded their grip in the realm of demons, becoming one of he most powerful races within that world. He travelled to other planes of existence from time to time too, often with aims of gaining more power, or simply for the sake of spilling blood.
He occasionally ended up fighting beings that were more than his match, and gained a new-found respect for such beings- though also some degree of hate and other things, who in his travails, were few and far between. Was perhaps once trapped in an ancient crystal city called Tanelorn, which was a strange place somehow isolated from space and time once entered, and all manner of powerful beings resided there, some of those powerful enough to make trouble for a demon lord and perhaps bring Ryllandaras into a bad situation. Needless to say, he eventually escaped, though that's a long story. He returned to travelling between plane, the last such battle having occurred a few thousand years ago against several gods, and which resulted in him being cast unexpectedly into this world, weakened and trapped inside a sorcerously warded temple to one of those gods. It is only recently that he was freed, and Ryllandaras cares little about whether his next foe is Elf or human. He sometimes exhibits more caution that is necessary as a result of previous debacles, and has certain strange "states" he enters. He possesses a lust for power and bloodshed that has been sated little, and seeks to find something to quench that thirst in due time. He may have a lust for some other things, too, but that's another story.

RP sample(optional): Heh.
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Postby Segmentia » Sun Dec 09, 2012 10:11 am

Name: Ravadiana Pegason
Age: 793
Gender: Female
Race: Elf
Appearance: In her formal clothing. Usually she wares black.
Weapons: Magical staff and her magical abilities, an enchanted dagger
Armour (including worn items in general): Her mage robes are enchanted, but she doesn't ware armor other then that.
Biography: Ravadiana was born into a very powerful elven family that was gifted with magic. Even among her family, she was unbelievably gifted and talented in the magical arts, and was whisked away at the young age of twenty to study under the best mages in the elven society. Though her many years, she has quickly advanced through the ranks, and currently holds the famed and highly sought after title of Archon. She is a firm believer in elven superiority, and fully supports the enslavement of the humans.

To say she is cruel would be an understatement. Even by elven standards, she is seen as an evil person, and where ever she goes, people are quick to get out of the way and to hold their tongues, least they offend her in some way. Her magical abilities are immense, and range from simple destruction spells, to necromancy, and blood magic. Nearing her 800th year of life, she is preparing for what she believes will be a rather chaotic time, where she has her own designs to further herself.
RP sample(optional): Really?
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Postby Videssos » Sun Dec 09, 2012 10:13 am

Segmentia wrote:Name: Ravadiana Pegason
Age: 793
Gender: Female
Race: Elf
Appearance: In her formal clothing. Usually she wares black.
Weapons: Magical staff, an enchanted dagger
Armour (including worn items in general): Her mage robes are enchanted, but she doesn't ware armor other then that.
Biography: WiP
RP sample(optional): Really?


Acceptificated.
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Well that's silly, isn't it?
"Winter is coming" - Stark motto.
Syrio Forel- "What do we say to the god of death?"
Arya Stark- "Not today"
Syrio Forel- "All men are made of water, do you know this? If you pierce them, the water leaks out and they die."
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Postby Len Hyet » Sun Dec 09, 2012 11:19 am

Reserving the spot of Human Assassin
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Postby Videssos » Sun Dec 09, 2012 11:21 am

Len Hyet wrote:Reserving the spot of Human Assassin


I expected no less of you.
:lol:
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Well that's silly, isn't it?
"Winter is coming" - Stark motto.
Syrio Forel- "What do we say to the god of death?"
Arya Stark- "Not today"
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Postby Segmentia » Sun Dec 09, 2012 11:30 am

Len Hyet wrote:Reserving the spot of Human Assassin


Len!
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Postby Len Hyet » Sun Dec 09, 2012 11:47 am

Segmentia wrote:
Len Hyet wrote:Reserving the spot of Human Assassin


Len!


Seggy!

Name: Benyamin Silva (see the y?) Known to the Elves as i'Morier Sereg'wethrin (The Dark Assassin)
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance:
Image
Image

Weapons: Hand Crossbow, Hand-and-a-half Sword, Dirk (Used as Main Gauche)
Armour: Mottled Green and Grey and Brown cloak, Mithril Breastplate, Arm Bracers

Biography: Well, he wasn't born a fantastic assassin I can tell you that much. He was actually born to a mother and father who worked as farmers, slaves who farmed would perhaps be a better description, to an Elf Lord. Said Elf Lord had enemies in the government, they all did. Political intrigue was rife within the Royal Court, and Silva's master was one of the most intriguing. He instituted a law, when a human child reached the age of five, they were given a series of tests by an Elf Mage. Nobody knew what these tests did, or even what they were for, but every once in a great while the Mage would take the child after preforming the tests. Silva was one of those children. But even among the chosen he was special. The tests were an aptitude test, for strength, speed, agility, and more importantly, intelligence. Those who passed were considered candidates. Candidates for what might be a question asked. To become Assassins, hunters in the night. The Elf Lord's Swordmaster, Hunt Master, and Herbologist taught the candidates everything they would need to become master assassins. Swordsmanship, Tracking, Archery, and the various herbs and plants that could kill.

Of all the children who reached age five within fifty years of Silva, only sixty were considered candidates. Fifty were dropped from the program, and assigned as Bodyguards to the Elf Lord. Five more died during training. The remaining five were then put into a maze at age twenty. They were given a Sword, a Bow with ten arrows, and told that only one could survive. Three days and four corpses later, Silva emerged from the maze. For the next four years Silva served the Elf Lord, never showing a wink of the fierce hatred that he held in his heart for the cruel elves. He waited for those four years, knowing that he was a better woodsman and fighter than any Elf. Finally, his parents died. Cancer had taken his mother, and his father died of a broken heart. Saddened by the grievous loss, Silva clung to the silver lining. Now there was nothing here that the Elf could use against him. So, he dropped a pinch of lethal herbs into the Elf Lord's dinner. As he began to choke Silva escaped from the grounds of the Palace and into the woods, moving south.

From that day forward he has done two things. Help humans wherever he can, and Kill elves whenever he can.

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Postby Videssos » Sun Dec 09, 2012 11:53 am

Len Hyet wrote:
Name: Benyamin Silva (see the y?) Known to the Elves as i'Morier Sereg'wethrin (The Dark Assassin)
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance:
Weapons: Hand Crossbow, Hand-and-a-half Sword, Dirk (Used as Main Gauche)
Armour: Mottled Green and Grey and Brown cloak, Mithril Breastplate, Arm Bracers

Biography: Well, he wasn't born a fantastic assassin I can tell you that much. He was actually born to a mother and father who worked as farmers, slaves who farmed would perhaps be a better description, to an Elf Lord. Said Elf Lord had enemies in the government, they all did. Political intrigue was rife within the Royal Court, and Silva's master was one of the most intriguing. He instituted a law, when a human child reached the age of five, they were given a series of tests by an Elf Mage. Nobody knew what these tests did, or even what they were for, but every once in a great while the Mage would take the child after preforming the tests. Silva was one of those children. But even among the chosen he was special. The tests were an aptitude test, for strength, speed, agility, and more importantly, intelligence. Those who passed were considered candidates. Candidates for what might be a question asked. To become Assassins, hunters in the night. The Elf Lord's Swordmaster, Hunt Master, and Herbologist taught the candidates everything they would need to become master assassins. Swordsmanship, Tracking, Archery, and the various herbs and plants that could kill.

Of all the children who reached age five within fifty years of Silva, only sixty were considered candidates. Fifty were dropped from the program, and assigned as Bodyguards to the Elf Lord. Five more died during training. The remaining five were then put into a maze at age twenty. They were given a Sword, a Bow with ten arrows, and told that only one could survive. Three days and four corpses later, Silva emerged from the maze. For the next four years Silva served the Elf Lord, never showing a wink of the fierce hatred that he held in his heart for the cruel elves. He waited for those four years, knowing that he was a better woodsman and fighter than any Elf. Finally, his parents died. Cancer had taken his mother, and his father died of a broken heart. Saddened by the grievous loss, Silva clung to the silver lining. Now there was nothing here that the Elf could use against him. So, he dropped a pinch of lethal herbs into the Elf Lord's dinner. As he began to choke Silva escaped from the grounds of the Palace and into the woods, moving south.

From that day forward he has done two things. Help humans wherever he can, and Kill elves whenever he can.

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Accepted.
So he's a bit arrogant, eh? Thinking that he's a better fighter than any Elf?
Humans obviously have the disadvantage of being able to die of old age, unlike le Elves, which have a lot of time to get experienced at stuff.
So he might have to watch out in that department.
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Well that's silly, isn't it?
"Winter is coming" - Stark motto.
Syrio Forel- "What do we say to the god of death?"
Arya Stark- "Not today"
Syrio Forel- "All men are made of water, do you know this? If you pierce them, the water leaks out and they die."
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Postby Len Hyet » Sun Dec 09, 2012 11:54 am

Videssos wrote:
Len Hyet wrote:
Name: Benyamin Silva (see the y?) Known to the Elves as i'Morier Sereg'wethrin (The Dark Assassin)
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance:
Weapons: Hand Crossbow, Hand-and-a-half Sword, Dirk (Used as Main Gauche)
Armour: Mottled Green and Grey and Brown cloak, Mithril Breastplate, Arm Bracers

Biography: Well, he wasn't born a fantastic assassin I can tell you that much. He was actually born to a mother and father who worked as farmers, slaves who farmed would perhaps be a better description, to an Elf Lord. Said Elf Lord had enemies in the government, they all did. Political intrigue was rife within the Royal Court, and Silva's master was one of the most intriguing. He instituted a law, when a human child reached the age of five, they were given a series of tests by an Elf Mage. Nobody knew what these tests did, or even what they were for, but every once in a great while the Mage would take the child after preforming the tests. Silva was one of those children. But even among the chosen he was special. The tests were an aptitude test, for strength, speed, agility, and more importantly, intelligence. Those who passed were considered candidates. Candidates for what might be a question asked. To become Assassins, hunters in the night. The Elf Lord's Swordmaster, Hunt Master, and Herbologist taught the candidates everything they would need to become master assassins. Swordsmanship, Tracking, Archery, and the various herbs and plants that could kill.

Of all the children who reached age five within fifty years of Silva, only sixty were considered candidates. Fifty were dropped from the program, and assigned as Bodyguards to the Elf Lord. Five more died during training. The remaining five were then put into a maze at age twenty. They were given a Sword, a Bow with ten arrows, and told that only one could survive. Three days and four corpses later, Silva emerged from the maze. For the next four years Silva served the Elf Lord, never showing a wink of the fierce hatred that he held in his heart for the cruel elves. He waited for those four years, knowing that he was a better woodsman and fighter than any Elf. Finally, his parents died. Cancer had taken his mother, and his father died of a broken heart. Saddened by the grievous loss, Silva clung to the silver lining. Now there was nothing here that the Elf could use against him. So, he dropped a pinch of lethal herbs into the Elf Lord's dinner. As he began to choke Silva escaped from the grounds of the Palace and into the woods, moving south.

From that day forward he has done two things. Help humans wherever he can, and Kill elves whenever he can.

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Accepted.
So he's a bit arrogant, eh? Thinking that he's a better fighter than any Elf?
Humans obviously have the disadvantage of being able to die of old age, unlike le Elves, which have a lot of time to get experienced at stuff.


One of my Characters?
Arrogant?
Perish the thought :p
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Postby Kinnegoe » Sun Dec 09, 2012 1:27 pm

Name: Rónán O'Dochartaígh
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance:
Image

Weapons: Hunting Bow w/assorted arrows(iron, steel, enchanted etc.), Short sword, Dagger
Armour (including worn items in general): Leather Bracers, Hide Chestplate, Cloak, Trousers and Boots
Biography:
Ronan was born in a small village of humans who lived in the bush around a small town in a remote part of the Empire. The village was set up by a handful of slave farmers who escaped from an Elf Lord decades ago. Since then they have been living off the land and freeing humans wherever possible, quickly growing to a band of over seventy.
Ronan was raised not by his parents but by the community as a whole, learning to read and write from ex-scribes, to scavenge from apothecary assistants and so on. Ronan chose the path of becoming a warrior early when he heard word of a rebellion, he was brought up with a passionate hatred of elves.
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Postby Fowlick » Sun Dec 09, 2012 1:37 pm

Name: Genevaltor
Age:863
Gender:Male
Race: Elf
Appearance:
Image

Weapons:Dual swords, Bow and Arrows
Armour (including worn items in general):Thick leather vest, Iron Bracers, Leather pants, Steel boots, cloth cape, Face mask, wide brimmed hat
Biography:The roots of Genevaltor's existence is unknown to most, but he is marked over the years as being a great warrior in the eyes of the elven population. To the humans though he is their worst nightmare. In his first 200 years of service he quickly moved in rank and became a general for over 99 percent of his time. The 500 years after this time of work he became the leader of an assassin's nation. He led all assassination missions the elves handed out for this time. Then one hundred years ago he disappeared. All evidence of his existence became legend. Many search attempts have been carried out, but all signs lead to his death. In the past 10 years a rebellion rose in the human populations. It was a silent rebellion, but over the years it grew with training and support. All tactics used are that of Genevaltor's design. Could it be possible that he is alive and fighting Against his elven brethren?
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I thought I could do this again, but I have too much on my plate. I have to actually give up on this. Sorry everyone.

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Postby Len Hyet » Sun Dec 09, 2012 2:07 pm

Fowlick wrote:Name: Genevaltor
Age:863
Gender:Male
Race: Elf
Appearance:
Weapons:Dual swords, Bow and Arrows
Armour (including worn items in general):Thick leather vest, Iron Bracers, Leather pants, Steel boots, cloth cape, Face mask, wide brimmed hat
Biography:The roots of Genevaltor's existence is unknown to most, but he is marked over the years as being a great warrior in the eyes of the elven population. To the humans though he is their worst nightmare. In his first 200 years of service he quickly moved in rank and became a general for over 99 percent of his time. The 500 years after this time of work he became the leader of an assassin's nation. He led all assassination missions the elves handed out for this time. Then one hundred years ago he disappeared. All evidence of his existence became legend. Many search attempts have been carried out, but all signs lead to his death. In the past 10 years a rebellion rose in the human populations. It was a silent rebellion, but over the years it grew with training and support. All tactics used are that of Genevaltor's design. Could it be possible that he is alive and fighting Against his elven brethren?
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Just saying, but usually the Bio is fully fleshed out, and if you don't want people knowing things you TG them to the OP, or just say "and nobody knows X, Y, and Z about my character" in the OOC
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Postby Videssos » Sun Dec 09, 2012 2:07 pm

Both accepted.
|Now a member of Mirakai's harem|
A little bird told me, "Go, Go! Socialise! Talk to those fine people! And then, KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM! Plunge your knife into their throats when they ain't lookin', and then burn 'em to the ground!"
Well that's silly, isn't it?
"Winter is coming" - Stark motto.
Syrio Forel- "What do we say to the god of death?"
Arya Stark- "Not today"
Syrio Forel- "All men are made of water, do you know this? If you pierce them, the water leaks out and they die."
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Postby Videssos » Sun Dec 09, 2012 2:10 pm

Len Hyet wrote:
Fowlick wrote:Name: Genevaltor
Age:863
Gender:Male
Race: Elf
Appearance:
Weapons:Dual swords, Bow and Arrows
Armour (including worn items in general):Thick leather vest, Iron Bracers, Leather pants, Steel boots, cloth cape, Face mask, wide brimmed hat
Biography:The roots of Genevaltor's existence is unknown to most, but he is marked over the years as being a great warrior in the eyes of the elven population. To the humans though he is their worst nightmare. In his first 200 years of service he quickly moved in rank and became a general for over 99 percent of his time. The 500 years after this time of work he became the leader of an assassin's nation. He led all assassination missions the elves handed out for this time. Then one hundred years ago he disappeared. All evidence of his existence became legend. Many search attempts have been carried out, but all signs lead to his death. In the past 10 years a rebellion rose in the human populations. It was a silent rebellion, but over the years it grew with training and support. All tactics used are that of Genevaltor's design. Could it be possible that he is alive and fighting Against his elven brethren?
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Just saying, but usually the Bio is fully fleshed out, and if you don't want people knowing things you TG them to the OP, or just say "and nobody knows X, Y, and Z about my character" in the OOC


Indeed.
|Now a member of Mirakai's harem|
A little bird told me, "Go, Go! Socialise! Talk to those fine people! And then, KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM! Plunge your knife into their throats when they ain't lookin', and then burn 'em to the ground!"
Well that's silly, isn't it?
"Winter is coming" - Stark motto.
Syrio Forel- "What do we say to the god of death?"
Arya Stark- "Not today"
Syrio Forel- "All men are made of water, do you know this? If you pierce them, the water leaks out and they die."
My Underworld RP ----> Here <~~~ My RP



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Postby Firstaria » Sun Dec 09, 2012 4:02 pm

Let me get this straight, no magic?
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Postby Videssos » Sun Dec 09, 2012 4:41 pm

Firstaria wrote:Let me get this straight, no magic?


Um, magic is deffinitely here.
|Now a member of Mirakai's harem|
A little bird told me, "Go, Go! Socialise! Talk to those fine people! And then, KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM! Plunge your knife into their throats when they ain't lookin', and then burn 'em to the ground!"
Well that's silly, isn't it?
"Winter is coming" - Stark motto.
Syrio Forel- "What do we say to the god of death?"
Arya Stark- "Not today"
Syrio Forel- "All men are made of water, do you know this? If you pierce them, the water leaks out and they die."
My Underworld RP ----> Here <~~~ My RP



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Postby Firstaria » Sun Dec 09, 2012 5:07 pm

Videssos wrote:
Firstaria wrote:Let me get this straight, no magic?


Um, magic is deffinitely here.


Then may I use Daniel?
OVERLORD Daniel Mercury of Firstaria
Original Author of SC #5 and SC #30

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Postby Takaria » Sun Dec 09, 2012 5:32 pm

Videssos, stop takin' mah jerb!

Incidentally, are we allowed to RP multiple characters?

Name: Ishtar Azitenos Mahwahlé

Age: Sixty-seven.

Gender: Male.

Race: Borean Takarian.

Appearance: Gray plumage, a black beak and near-black lower legs. (See bottom for detail.)

Weapons: A steel-and-silver compound Katzbalger, intended for use against Magi and assorted Thaumatical threats, and a 'Cursed Steel' cutlass. Often carries a (rifled) flintlock pistol of unclear origins.

Armour: Commodore Mahwahlé has a nasty tendency of wearing a cuirass and Adrian-style helmet made of the so-called 'Cursed Steel,' an alloy unique to Takarian metalworking which has magic-reflective properties. He also often sports gauntlets, and wears a well-maintained, dark grey Takarian Irregulars uniform. (Think something along the lines of a Napoleonic era uniform, with less shiny.)

Biography: Ishtar was a commoner, a Burgher of the distant Republic of Takaria; growing up in an environment where politics had been polarised by an almost eternal war against all things Sylvan and point-eared, the young Takarian rapidly learnt the core values of Takarian society; Liberty, Innovation, and brutal, unremitting murder.

As commander of the Velanyewan City's large police force, he had an impressive record of cleaning corruption off of the streets of the "gas-lamp lit" city; most notably of all, he managed to completely destroy the black magic market by, quite literally, exterminating all the Elves in the city.

His brutal tactics and extreme efficiency brought him to the notice of the Takarian Government, who with typical eagerness charged him with the establishment of a voluntary expeditionary force to destroy the Elven hegemony over the distant Kingdoms of Man.

Naming it the Irregulars' Regiment, Ishtar set about terrorising the Elven nations with mass murders, rape and pillaging of not only entire settlements but entire provinces, boiling aristocrats in their own excrement, and what can in the kindest of terms be called biological warfare. He is the right Takarian for the right job, and together with his eternally loyal (although increasingly depleted) army of Men, Takarians, Eímeans, and occasionally Orcs, he is determined to not only end Elven supremacy, but to subjugate the Elves as well.

RP sample:Dead one, but it shall have to do.

(Takarians are bird-folk; essentially, slightly shorter than humans, have feathers, beaks (usually in the shape of that of a parrot or hawk) and the lower half of their legs look different, to say the least. They are not stronger nor more magically adept than humans; in fact, the Takarians are notoriously unskilled at the conventional Arcane Arts, but they tend to live longer, and have a technological advantage provided by their increased intelligence. Takarians are also technically mammals; they do not lay eggs in the conventional sense.)

(Eímeans, mildly related to Takarians, look from a distance like angels with multicoloured wings, the key difference being that Eímeans also have a nasty tendency to have talons and long claws on their hands. They're also a lot less foul-tempered than angels; but then again, if you met a few angels you would probably know how little that means. They are long-living, fairly magically skilled, technologically somewhat less adept and universally savage.)
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Postby Videssos » Mon Dec 10, 2012 12:20 am

Takaria wrote:Videssos, stop takin' mah jerb!

Incidentally, are we allowed to RP multiple characters?

Name: Ishtar Azitenos Mahwahlé

Age: Sixty-seven.

Gender: Male.

Race: Borean Takarian.

Appearance: Gray plumage, a black beak and near-black lower legs. (See bottom for detail.)

Weapons: A steel-and-silver compound Katzbalger, intended for use against Magi and assorted Thaumatical threats, and a 'Cursed Steel' cutlass. Often carries a (rifled) flintlock pistol of unclear origins.

Armour: Commodore Mahwahlé has a nasty tendency of wearing a cuirass and Adrian-style helmet made of the so-called 'Cursed Steel,' an alloy unique to Takarian metalworking which has magic-reflective properties. He also often sports gauntlets, and wears a well-maintained, dark grey Takarian Irregulars uniform. (Think something along the lines of a Napoleonic era uniform, with less shiny.)

Biography: Ishtar was a commoner, a Burgher of the distant Republic of Takaria; growing up in an environment where politics had been polarised by an almost eternal war against all things Sylvan and point-eared, the young Takarian rapidly learnt the core values of Takarian society; Liberty, Innovation, and brutal, unremitting murder.

As commander of the Velanyewan City's large police force, he had an impressive record of cleaning corruption off of the streets of the "gas-lamp lit" city; most notably of all, he managed to completely destroy the black magic market by, quite literally, exterminating all the Elves in the city.

His brutal tactics and extreme efficiency brought him to the notice of the Takarian Government, who with typical eagerness charged him with the establishment of a voluntary expeditionary force to destroy the Elven hegemony over the distant Kingdoms of Man.

Naming it the Irregulars' Regiment, Ishtar set about terrorising the Elven nations with mass murders, rape and pillaging of not only entire settlements but entire provinces, boiling aristocrats in their own excrement, and what can in the kindest of terms be called biological warfare. He is the right Takarian for the right job, and together with his eternally loyal (although increasingly depleted) army of Men, Takarians, Eímeans, and occasionally Orcs, he is determined to not only end Elven supremacy, but to subjugate the Elves as well.

RP sample:Dead one, but it shall have to do.

(Takarians are bird-folk; essentially, slightly shorter than humans, have feathers, beaks (usually in the shape of that of a parrot or hawk) and the lower half of their legs look different, to say the least. They are not stronger nor more magically adept than humans; in fact, the Takarians are notoriously unskilled at the conventional Arcane Arts, but they tend to live longer, and have a technological advantage provided by their increased intelligence. Takarians are also technically mammals; they do not lay eggs in the conventional sense.)

(Eímeans, mildly related to Takarians, look from a distance like angels with multicoloured wings, the key difference being that Eímeans also have a nasty tendency to have talons and long claws on their hands. They're also a lot less foul-tempered than angels; but then again, if you met a few angels you would probably know how little that means. They are long-living, fairly magically skilled, technologically somewhat less adept and universally savage.)


You can RP more than one character. Meanwhile, there's a few things I have to say:
Uh, your app's not really suitable for this RP, so it ain't gonna work.
Try something considerably different, and an accepted state might be reached. For now, that's most assuredly not happening.

And Firstaria, I suppose so.
|Now a member of Mirakai's harem|
A little bird told me, "Go, Go! Socialise! Talk to those fine people! And then, KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM! Plunge your knife into their throats when they ain't lookin', and then burn 'em to the ground!"
Well that's silly, isn't it?
"Winter is coming" - Stark motto.
Syrio Forel- "What do we say to the god of death?"
Arya Stark- "Not today"
Syrio Forel- "All men are made of water, do you know this? If you pierce them, the water leaks out and they die."
My Underworld RP ----> Here <~~~ My RP



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Postby Landseria » Mon Dec 10, 2012 1:51 am

Character Name: Magnus Von Magnuss
Desired Title: N/A
Character Age: 39
Appearance/Description:
Image

Backstory: Magnus is a foreigner, a mercenary from the North, his comrades talents were sought by a Elvish lord and his lord sold them as contract slaves to the Elf for a bargain price. It was in his time at the Elf's castle that Magnus found his love for violence and cruelty.

Magnus was born to a slave, and so was born to be one, his physical power was discovered by a field boss at an early age and was brought to the lord's estate to be trained in the martial arts. Magnus has been a slave his entire life but is now torn between staying loyal to his owners and living a comfortable life, and defecting to the humans for the glory of his race.
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Postby Firstaria » Mon Dec 10, 2012 4:42 am

Name: Daniel Mercury
Age: Unknown, apparence suggest 21
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance:
Image

Weapons: Darkness, Bare fists
Armour: Knighted Class black light armor, standard dotation for Medieval fantasy times.
Biography: Factbook. The Elf tyranny caused several dissonance in the balance, Daniel is here to investigate.
RP sample(optional): You know me.
OVERLORD Daniel Mercury of Firstaria
Original Author of SC #5 and SC #30

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Postby Videssos » Mon Dec 10, 2012 9:14 am

Landseria wrote:Character Name: Magnus Von Magnuss
Desired Title: N/A
Character Age: 39
Appearance/Description:

Backstory: Magnus is a foreigner, a mercenary from the North, his comrades talents were sought by a Elvish lord and his lord sold them as contract slaves to the Elf for a bargain price. It was in his time at the Elf's castle that Magnus found his love for violence and cruelty.

Magnus was born to a slave, and so was born to be one, his physical power was discovered by a field boss at an early age and was brought to the lord's estate to be trained in the martial arts. Magnus has been a slave his entire life but is now torn between staying loyal to his owners and living a comfortable life, and defecting to the humans for the glory of his race.

Firstaria wrote:Name: Daniel Mercury
Age: Unknown, apparence suggest 21
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance:
Weapons: Darkness, Bare fists
Armour: Knighted Class black light armor, standard dotation for Medieval fantasy times.
Biography: Factbook. The Elf tyranny caused several dissonance in the balance, Daniel is here to investigate.
RP sample(optional): You know me.


Both Accepted.
Uh, it's quite obvious that Landseria has copied the app from that RP with nobles and stuff.
Haven't you?
The desired title bit was the obvious clue, because I had a look at that RP.
|Now a member of Mirakai's harem|
A little bird told me, "Go, Go! Socialise! Talk to those fine people! And then, KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM! Plunge your knife into their throats when they ain't lookin', and then burn 'em to the ground!"
Well that's silly, isn't it?
"Winter is coming" - Stark motto.
Syrio Forel- "What do we say to the god of death?"
Arya Stark- "Not today"
Syrio Forel- "All men are made of water, do you know this? If you pierce them, the water leaks out and they die."
My Underworld RP ----> Here <~~~ My RP



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Postby Landseria » Mon Dec 10, 2012 9:30 am

Videssos wrote:
Landseria wrote:Character Name: Magnus Von Magnuss
Desired Title: N/A
Character Age: 39
Appearance/Description:

Backstory: Magnus is a foreigner, a mercenary from the North, his comrades talents were sought by a Elvish lord and his lord sold them as contract slaves to the Elf for a bargain price. It was in his time at the Elf's castle that Magnus found his love for violence and cruelty.

Magnus was born to a slave, and so was born to be one, his physical power was discovered by a field boss at an early age and was brought to the lord's estate to be trained in the martial arts. Magnus has been a slave his entire life but is now torn between staying loyal to his owners and living a comfortable life, and defecting to the humans for the glory of his race.

Firstaria wrote:Name: Daniel Mercury
Age: Unknown, apparence suggest 21
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance:
Weapons: Darkness, Bare fists
Armour: Knighted Class black light armor, standard dotation for Medieval fantasy times.
Biography: Factbook. The Elf tyranny caused several dissonance in the balance, Daniel is here to investigate.
RP sample(optional): You know me.


Both Accepted.
Uh, it's quite obvious that Landseria has copied the app from that RP with nobles and stuff.
Haven't you?
The desired title bit was the obvious clue, because I had a look at that RP.



Lol, my mistake, It was around 1 AM when I wrote the app and I didn't notice, I'll be sure to fix it when I get to a computer.
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Postby Videssos » Mon Dec 10, 2012 10:57 am

Landseria wrote:
Videssos wrote:

Both Accepted.
Uh, it's quite obvious that Landseria has copied the app from that RP with nobles and stuff.
Haven't you?
The desired title bit was the obvious clue, because I had a look at that RP.



Lol, my mistake, It was around 1 AM when I wrote the app and I didn't notice, I'll be sure to fix it when I get to a computer.


Okay.
|Now a member of Mirakai's harem|
A little bird told me, "Go, Go! Socialise! Talk to those fine people! And then, KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM! Plunge your knife into their throats when they ain't lookin', and then burn 'em to the ground!"
Well that's silly, isn't it?
"Winter is coming" - Stark motto.
Syrio Forel- "What do we say to the god of death?"
Arya Stark- "Not today"
Syrio Forel- "All men are made of water, do you know this? If you pierce them, the water leaks out and they die."
My Underworld RP ----> Here <~~~ My RP



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