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Stolen Idol
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Postby Stolen Idol » Tue Oct 06, 2015 12:16 pm

I wanted my order of druids to be able to do magic. Though, it's not like fireballs or anything. It's kinda like prayer. To use a spell the druids chant in a circle in a trance state for hours even days. Normally the effects are some kind of charm or foresight. For attack spells they can summon storms or wild animals. It's not commonly done because such forces are hard to control and negative magic will always come back and haunt the clan.

The most common spell and which is reknown threw out the land. Even lesser nobles have seeked such a blessing from the druids.
Is a foretelling of ones fate and a blessing known as the awaking. Which is a enchantment which unleashes natural abilities in someone they did not know they had. The druids explain they do this by coming in contact with a duplicate of ones self from other dimension and merging spirits.
Giving you a kind of ability that would take years to learn naturally in only a day or so. Of course what you get is random and it doesn't even work all the time.

The druids don't do spells often and specially not for anyone. Though, for lesser spells they been know to sell their services.
It takes discipline, time and sacrifice for every spell. Not, sure what kinda stance the druids would have with the order of magi.
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Postby Stolen Idol » Tue Oct 06, 2015 12:21 pm

Ralnis wrote:
Stolen Idol wrote:The Barsark Clan would also be interested I buying your guns. They are trying to keep in pace with the lords after all.

Understand that its very hard to make guns. Its not just the time or the resources to be gathered, but also he's a mutant and making guns and giving them to anyone well bring the Imperial Army or the Order of the Hunters.

Heck, the Barsark Clan would protect anyone making guns for them. They have a valley and see themselves as a up and coming kingship.
Though, they hate mutants, so the need of guns would have to be very high for such a thing to happen. As for equipment the Barsarkians already mine the mountains.

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Reatra
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Postby Reatra » Tue Oct 06, 2015 12:22 pm

Could I possibly be a character that makes a secular empire in California?
yee haw it's time for mass line

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New Ferris
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Postby New Ferris » Tue Oct 06, 2015 1:08 pm

Tag. I wanna make a roman republic type of thing.

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Imperialisium
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Postby Imperialisium » Tue Oct 06, 2015 2:14 pm

@Stolen, Yes that would be allowed for your Druids. Though keep it rather low key, Magi trained individuals are meant to be the only ones who can wield "true magic" or the big time stuff with any sense of reliability. I would say summoning storms might be a bit far, maybe something similar to Native American rain dance where they pray for rain and it may or may not come. Foresight is fine so long as you're not using it to god-mod (which I doubt you'd do anyways).

@Reatra, Yes you can

@New Ferris, that would be allowed. Just don't rip off the Roman Republic because I kinda dislike it when people just rip things whole sale. Make it your own so to speak.
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Servinta
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Postby Servinta » Tue Oct 06, 2015 7:27 pm

Anyone interested in meeting up with Andre in the woods, I could use some company and don't intend to get into any fighting or stuff (apart from some comedic shenanigans) until I meet up with someone.

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Postby Drakmah » Tue Oct 06, 2015 7:49 pm

Name: Hynias Vhedhia
Age: 34
Birthplace:The Vyrengaard Empire
Race: Human
Height: 6 ft, 6in
Weight: 210 pounds.
Image or Physical Description:
Image

Parents/Origin story: Coming from a small town in the Empire, Hynias was given over to someone who would become his mentor so that he could be trained in the arts of combat, magic to a small extent, and tactical strategy. This was brought about when a man visited their village, having resolved to travel the land, teaching what he knew to whoever he could. When he stopped in Hynias's village he decided to teach a small class, having learned the language of the area. He saw something in Hynias that he hadn't seen before and decided, against his better judgement to ask his parent if he could take the boy with him. His parents, his father a farmer and his mother a housewife, saw no better opportunity than to send their son with this man under the promise that he teach him well. With his parents good graces he took the boy and brought him back to his home.
Biography: His mentor turned out to be a very prominent warrior, having retired to his small estate out in the country side. He brought Hynias here to fulfill the promise he made to the boys presence and to fulfill the wishes of an old man looking to pass on what he knew. Hynias was a good student, his mentor choosing to relate to him the principles of philosophy in the stoic fashion, this brought him and his mentor very close as soon both held these principles dear. From there he related what history he knew before moving into combat, Hynias now growing into his form. He was now oer 6 feet tall and the young man of 16 was strong and well fed. His mentor taught him the basics of combat, soon adding to his knowledge by showing him how to use a sword and a shield. This was all required to show him the arts of tactics, as he now had a fundamental understanding of how combat worked. His mentor educated him until he died, choosing to leave his home to the king in order to encourage his student to go out and see the world.

His first trip was to visit his parents. He found them old and tired, the work in the fields having worn his body down. His mother was well, but soon into his stay she contracted an illness to which she never recovered. They spent their last days together, happy to have been able to return and show them that they could be proud of the son they sent away. His parents laid to rest, he left his village, finding his way to an order house, the small group of people willing to trade information. He took time to stay there for a some time, the order teaching him how take advantage of his size, Hynias now grown to full stature, in order to wield a two handed weapon. In trade he taught them his philosophies of stoicism, showing how patients and logical thinking would prevail from emotional attachment.

When he finished his lessons before they finished his, and so despite the fact that they asked him to stay, he took his leave, having adapted what he learned from the order to wield a two-handed weapon and a shield. This was one of his basis when he applied for mercenary work, being hired to guard a caravan when it had just started. He stayed with this caravan as the profits rose, his paycheck increasing as well. He used this to buy a good set of armor, replacing the old set he had been using. He also re-equipped himself, choosing to keep his old sword but trade in his shield for a new one, picking one as thick as a door.

Soon after he became bored once more, and left to continue traveling the world, and so this is where he is now, wandering the world looking for people to pass knowledge and experience onto.
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Postby Imperialisium » Tue Oct 06, 2015 8:17 pm

Drakmah wrote:Name: Hynias Vhedhia
Age: 34
Birthplace:The Vyrengaard Empire
Race: Human
Height: 6 ft, 6in
Weight: 210 pounds.
Image or Physical Description:

Parents/Origin story: Coming from a small town in the Empire, Hynias was given over to someone who would become his mentor so that he could be trained in the arts of combat, magic to a small extent, and tactical strategy. This was brought about when a man visited their village, having resolved to travel the land, teaching what he knew to whoever he could. When he stopped in Hynias's village he decided to teach a small class, having learned the language of the area. He saw something in Hynias that he hadn't seen before and decided, against his better judgement to ask his parent if he could take the boy with him. His parents, his father a farmer and his mother a housewife, saw no better opportunity than to send their son with this man under the promise that he teach him well. With his parents good graces he took the boy and brought him back to his home.
Biography: His mentor turned out to be a very prominent warrior, having retired to his small estate out in the country side. He brought Hynias here to fulfill the promise he made to the boys presence and to fulfill the wishes of an old man looking to pass on what he knew. Hynias was a good student, his mentor choosing to relate to him the principles of philosophy in the stoic fashion, this brought him and his mentor very close as soon both held these principles dear. From there he related what history he knew before moving into combat, Hynias now growing into his form. He was now oer 6 feet tall and the young man of 16 was strong and well fed. His mentor taught him the basics of combat, soon adding to his knowledge by showing him how to use a sword and a shield. This was all required to show him the arts of tactics, as he now had a fundamental understanding of how combat worked. His mentor educated him until he died, choosing to leave his home to the king in order to encourage his student to go out and see the world.

His first trip was to visit his parents. He found them old and tired, the work in the fields having worn his body down. His mother was well, but soon into his stay she contracted an illness to which she never recovered. They spent their last days together, happy to have been able to return and show them that they could be proud of the son they sent away. His parents laid to rest, he left his village, finding his way to an order house, the small group of people willing to trade information. He took time to stay there for a some time, the order teaching him how take advantage of his size, Hynias now grown to full stature, in order to wield a two handed weapon. In trade he taught them his philosophies of stoicism, showing how patients and logical thinking would prevail from emotional attachment.

When he finished his lessons before they finished his, and so despite the fact that they asked him to stay, he took his leave, having adapted what he learned from the order to wield a two-handed weapon and a shield. This was one of his basis when he applied for mercenary work, being hired to guard a caravan when it had just started. He stayed with this caravan as the profits rose, his paycheck increasing as well. He used this to buy a good set of armor, replacing the old set he had been using. He also re-equipped himself, choosing to keep his old sword but trade in his shield for a new one, picking one as thick as a door.

Soon after he became bored once more, and left to continue traveling the world, and so this is where he is now, wandering the world looking for people to pass knowledge and experience onto.


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Postby Imperialisium » Tue Oct 06, 2015 8:17 pm

Servinta wrote:Anyone interested in meeting up with Andre in the woods, I could use some company and don't intend to get into any fighting or stuff (apart from some comedic shenanigans) until I meet up with someone.


I'll be having my characters and possibly a party of Hunters heading North into Oregon on their way to Vyrengaard. They may chance to run into each other?
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Postby Ralnis » Tue Oct 06, 2015 8:20 pm

I was supposed to have my first post but my internet got cut out. Now I'll have to do it again.
This account must be deleted. The person behind it is a racist, annoying waste of life that must be shunned back to whatever rock he crawled out from.

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Postby Imperialisium » Tue Oct 06, 2015 8:25 pm

Ralnis wrote:I was supposed to have my first post but my internet got cut out. Now I'll have to do it again.


I hate it when that happens to me. It's like...why?!?!
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Postby Ralnis » Tue Oct 06, 2015 8:38 pm

Imperialisium wrote:
Ralnis wrote:I was supposed to have my first post but my internet got cut out. Now I'll have to do it again.


I hate it when that happens to me. It's like...why?!?!

It was also quite long as well. I think it took me about 2 hours on and off to make it.
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Postby Imperialisium » Tue Oct 06, 2015 8:44 pm

Ralnis wrote:
Imperialisium wrote:
I hate it when that happens to me. It's like...why?!?!

It was also quite long as well. I think it took me about 2 hours on and off to make it.


I can relate, its totally ends my RP mojo for a few hours when it happens.
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Postby Ralnis » Tue Oct 06, 2015 8:50 pm

Imperialisium wrote:
Ralnis wrote:It was also quite long as well. I think it took me about 2 hours on and off to make it.


I can relate, its totally ends my RP mojo for a few hours when it happens.

Either way, going to redo it again.
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Postby Imperialisium » Tue Oct 06, 2015 9:18 pm

Deian salazar wrote:I'll try to post, but I may get bored or too lazy...
Still, I'll try my best.
I've been having a hard time writing lately but want to start doing it again since I like roleplaying, but the vast amount of work turns me off.
Ah well, I'll stop being whiny and write up a post...hopefully in the next day...or week.... or month.


Vast amount of work? Long hours I assume?
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Postby Imperialisium » Tue Oct 06, 2015 9:29 pm

Deian salazar wrote:
Imperialisium wrote:
Vast amount of work? Long hours I assume?

Yup. :meh:


I hear ya, I'm often in the same boat.
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Postby Imperialisium » Tue Oct 06, 2015 9:40 pm

Deian salazar wrote:
Imperialisium wrote:
I hear ya, I'm often in the same boat.

Well this time I'm doing it!
Working on it right now.
Let's hope I continue doing it.
I want to actually be active this time.

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Postby Servinta » Wed Oct 07, 2015 3:40 pm

Imperialisium wrote:
Servinta wrote:Anyone interested in meeting up with Andre in the woods, I could use some company and don't intend to get into any fighting or stuff (apart from some comedic shenanigans) until I meet up with someone.


I'll be having my characters and possibly a party of Hunters heading North into Oregon on their way to Vyrengaard. They may chance to run into each other?


Groovy.

I'm up for whatever and have no real goals apart from have Andre roam about. (I might get to his spirit quest thing but that is down the line)

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Postby Imperialisium » Wed Oct 07, 2015 6:48 pm

Sounds good, I'll get a post up tomorrow
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Postby Kazarogkai » Wed Oct 07, 2015 10:12 pm

Name: Runo The Blood, Pirate King of the South
Age: Unknown to anyone but himself, and he is not talking.
Birthplace: The Bone lands(LA)
Race: Boring ole vanilla Human, nothing special.
Image or Physical Description: Image
Parents/Origin story: Born in the bone lands, the dead lands which lie under the twinkle of a fading star and which host the crumbled jaw of are kingdom. Runo was born somewhere in some place to band of tribals who lived under the smog chocked sky in one of the old ruins that before "The Days of Sorrow" towered over the land and reached toward the very heavens themselves. He was born into a world of mystery and secrets, a world where demons roamed and the ancestors of old where always watching, where one was to be weary of witches and their hexes of sickness and death. His life was harsh and cruel but it made him grow stronger as the days passed on. One day on a fateful day his tribe's head witch woman called upon him to her tent. She looked upon him with her blind eyes which did not see yet saw everything. In her crackled voice she spoke of his path and all the twists and turns that it would, could, and may make as the wheel of time rolled on. He listened and he learned as the room seemed to grow darker and the smoke from the central fire pit burned his eyes and choked his lungs. She rambled on in a near undecipherable tongue and as the time, which seemed to last an eternity, passed on he found it near unbearable yet he strained to listen. Listen he did and speak she did. Eventually her final words came out and they were as such: "You will be the one who mounts the world and rides into the sun". And with that she was finished. Almost immediately after something within him told him to run. He picked himself up and ran for the entrance which seemed to stretch away from him always running away in the opposite direction preventing him from entering. He tried his hardest and made one final effort and was able to get through. Afterwards everything went black. He fell into a dream, or was it a nightmare, where men and women danced all around him, or where they demons, speaking of great fortune, or misery, for the coming future. He stayed in this strange zone that seemed to be in between death and life, fantasy and reality until eventually he opened his eyes. When he had finally awoken he saw that the sun was beginning to die and worst of all he was all alone and by himself with his tribe no where to be seen. He heard the sound of distant laughter and that was all. Finding himself alone and with the darkness soon to arrive he made his way along like a terrified and hurt puppy into the world. This was his beginning.
Biography: From his beginning he came and from there he began. From that point on his life would be a tale of misery, brutality, and occasional luck as the time went on. He started as a scavenger who picked upon the bones of the old world for whatever scraps he could find. Occasionally he would grow bold, usually motivated by hunger, and steal from those who had what he did not resulting in occasional success but also frequent punishment from those around. Such was the life of a poor urchin boy. When the time came and he had grown from a simply boy into a teenager, or a young adult depending on who you are speaking to, he had branched out to far more lucrative if not necessarily more safer ventures in order to earn his daily bread. He got involved with various bandit groups who combed the ruins for scraps and unsuspecting and weak targets whose pockets were full but their necks unprotected. Though not particularly charismatic he had excellent merits and earned the respect of all those around him and as such it did not take long before he was leading his own band of brigands. His bloody exploits were what gave him the infamous title of "The Blood". As a boy he like many others coveted the power and wealth of the various pirate lords who dominated the seas with their fleets who were feared by all. When Runo had finally gotten the courage and infamy he joined up with a pirate crew to make his fortune. When manhood had finally reached Runo he had been carefully groomed by his captain and eventually even became a captain himself launching raids all across the south coast sea and occasionally even daring to go as far north as some of the frontier lands of the Empire praying on those who were weaker then him and scurrying away against formidable foes. Though only a small fry he had acquired a strong and disciplined crew whose love, fear, and even respect he had earned. He soon exercised this power like many others not only against the normal prey of villagers, merchants, and the like but also against fellow pirates who got in his way. It would not be long before he was commanding his own fleet like many other Pirate lords. During his day there were 3 Great Alliances who waged a constant and everlasting war with one another. Like a crooked snake he feasted upon the weak remnants of the battles between these 3 Great Alliances along with other smaller alliances allowing him to grow stronger in their wake. Eventually when he had grown too powerful they wizened up and joined forces in a Grand Alliance to defeat him. Though he was nearly destroyed internal conflict and betrayal between the Grand Alliance members eventually caused it's collapse allowing him to escape. Though bruised and bloody he was able to lick his wounds and rebuild from what was left and in the end he was stronger than ever. With his new found strength he went on a path of conquest forcing at the tip of a sword his enemies to submit or die. When the time finally came he fell upon the 3 Great Alliances one by one absorbing those who cooperated and exterminating those who did not. With his power confirmed and no one worthy enough to face him within these lands he eventually took his place at Devil's Peak overthrowing the previous holder and proclaiming himself as The Pirate King of The South. Those who dared challenge him on his claim whether it was via battle or duel were cut down one by one without mercy. From that day till this one he has Maintained his title of Pirate King of the South but in effect ever since the long ago destruction of the Pirate King of the North, who ruled over what in previous times was the bay of Francisco, from the ever expanding Empire he was in effect the only real Pirate left in his area. Many covet his position but they either fear, love, or invariably respect him too much to try to take it from him. Those who never the less are far too ambitious never the less tend to end up cast away on a small dry rock in the middle of the ocean with only the clothes on their back, a canteen of water, and a sharp knife if they are lucky. Those who are not end up having their throats cut in the middle of the night or even if they be so bold hung or shot by a squad in a rather public manner. As such Runo The Blood with his iron fist continues on with his closely guarded title, ever watching for any foes who may spell his doom.


Name of House/Party/Group: The Death Hand Clixue
Banner of House/Party/Group (describe or post a picture): A black flag with two white figures, one of which is armed with a sword which it is using to cut of the head of the other.
Brief Description of House/Party/Group): The actual Armada of the Pirate king himself. Composed of a mixed bag of adventurers, volunteers, occasional conscripts, and all manner of cut throats and near do wells they have stuck through and through with their leader and seem set to continue to do so. Their ships are principally composed of galleys though there are a few brigs, and sloops around to make use of. Within there home area they are a brutal and rather efficient machine with the ultimate desire to dominate all around them. With their territory and hegemony secured they have set their eyes on expanding to even greater heights. They are a force to be reckoned with by any who dare cross them.
Head of House/Party/Group (name, age, and sex): Runo The Blood The Pirate King of the South, Unknown, Male
Nobility Ranking if Applicable(Lord, Earl, Count, Baron, Knight): N/A
If not a Lord who are you a vassal to if applicable(wait for a few Great House apps before you answer): N/A
Brief Description of Head of House/Party/Group if applicable(history, personality, appearance): Their leader Runo The Blood infamous as he may be has a history shrouded in mystery and contradictions. What can be ascertained is that he was born to a band of tribals native to the area. From humble beginnings as little more than a scavenger in the desecrated ruins of these lands he rose to power despite great opposition from all those around. In the ever great race for power he ended up being the most meanest and most brutal of all the bunch. From those who have met him in person they all describe him as a rather odd little man. To put it simply: he is Ironfisted, cruel, slightly, paranoid, and superstitious, though he has an occasional bit of compassion every once in a while. His looks are too a mystery of sorts for he hides them under his plain robes that are covered in strange arcane ruins and various charms presumably meant to protect against witchcraft or the like. What little skin he does show appears to be scared and in some cases burnt, and he almost always limps along like cripple, even when he stands fully erect he only stands a about 5'0 tall. Never the less do not allow any of this this to fool you for when he wishes so he is as nimble as a fox with his ability with the blade showing skills like that of a true master. In battle the only addition that he adds are a cuirass, helmet, and a variety of weapons the most notable of which is a wicked sword named "Jal" that seems to be a shade of black. A strange and dangerous character indeed who you best stay away from as much as possible.
Name of the Land they rule over or property if applicable: The have direct control over a land known as "The Sea Mountains" as they are known as, which are the remnants of the channel islands. The main base of operations is a land known as "Devils Peak" which was a large mountain located on Santa Cruz island, the largest of the islands, and is where the bulk of their operations are planned from. Though they do not hold direct control over these lands they do have hegemony over much of the southern California coast lands and much of the lands outside of these function as areas of operations from which they terrorize communities, merchants, and all honest people who lie on or near the sea.
RP sample (1-3):
http://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic ... 1&t=326874
http://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic ... 1&t=341811
http://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic ... 1&t=313049
Notes (anything else you want to add): N/A


Finished, sorry it took me so long.
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Postby Kazarogkai » Wed Oct 07, 2015 10:16 pm

Ralnis wrote:
Imperialisium wrote:
I hate it when that happens to me. It's like...why?!?!

It was also quite long as well. I think it took me about 2 hours on and off to make it.


Always make a series of drafts, or keep it offline in a notebook/Microsoft word type of thing.
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military
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Postby Kazarogkai » Wed Oct 07, 2015 10:18 pm

Imperialisium wrote:@Stolen, Yes that would be allowed for your Druids. Though keep it rather low key, Magi trained individuals are meant to be the only ones who can wield "true magic" or the big time stuff with any sense of reliability. I would say summoning storms might be a bit far, maybe something similar to Native American rain dance where they pray for rain and it may or may not come. Foresight is fine so long as you're not using it to god-mod (which I doubt you'd do anyways).

@Reatra, Yes you can

@New Ferris, that would be allowed. Just don't rip off the Roman Republic because I kinda dislike it when people just rip things whole sale. Make it your own so to speak.


I make mention of Witches in my biography, is that OK?
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Distributist
Corporatist
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Ancient weaponry
Politics
History in general
books
military
Fighting
Survivalism
Nature
Anthropology
hippys
drugs
criminals
liberals
philosophes(not counting Hobbes)
states rights
anarchist
people who annoy me
robots
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Nadarozhnyuv
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Founded: Sep 20, 2015
Ex-Nation

Postby Nadarozhnyuv » Thu Oct 08, 2015 1:12 am

Name of Group: The Knights of Bluhd
Banner of Group: http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/war ... 0720222916
Brief Description of Group: The Knights of Bluhd are a vicious bunch of knights, forgoing the general idea of honorable knights with chivalry. Originating in the Vyrengaard Empire, they have served off and on as mercenaries. They are known for being exceptionally brutal, no mercy taking shocktroops. In recent history they wiped out an entire village, ransacking it, and killing all that lived in it.
Head of Group: Ser Hans 'the Knight of Blood' von Wolfenhausen, 26, Male
Nobility Ranking: Knight
If not a Lord who are you a vassal to if applicable: Not a vassal, takes mercenary contracts based on the highest bidder. Usually the Vyrengaard Empire.
Brief Description of Head of Group: Ser Hans was born to a family of landholders in the Vyrengaard Empire, though from an early age he set himself apart from the children. As a child he was exceptionally cruel, he would hit and beat on his servants. Growing up, he was allowed the chance to squire to a well known knight. His family sent him, hoping that he could be changed. Even as a squire he was still cruel. Hans would find the poor and have them fight each other over a loaf of bread only to throw it into the mud when they were finished. During his time as a squire, he and his Knight fought together at a battle. No one knows quite what happened, though they are suspicious. His mentor died, with a blade in his back. After the battle, Hans was knighted. From then on he took a group of people he knew and formed the Knights of Bluhd. They quickly set themselves apart from the others. His parents disowned him upon hearing of what he had become and the tales of his knights, thus he has roamed the land.

He is cruel and conniving and has no morals. He will do what he pleases when he pleases, though ultimate power is what he desires.

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Name of the Land they rule over or property if applicable: N/A
RP sample:
Nadarozhnyuv wrote:Harumi Uchiha, Konoha's Sharingan Flash

Harumi woke up in the morning early, rubbing his eyes. He sleepily looked over to his clock which read 5:00AM. He smiled, getting up and out of his bed. His room was small and barely furnished, as he only had things that he needed. Harumi went into his kitchen, grabbing a bowl of water out of his window sill. He dipped a rag into it, still somewhat sleepy. A few moments later and he plunged his hand into the water, grabbing the rag. Squeezing it, he got most of the water out of it. Here's to a fresh new day I suppose. he thought to himself, using the wet rag to wash his face. Not only did it clean it, it also woke him up a bit.

A few minutes later and he was dressed and out the door, heading for his daily meditation spot. Along the way, he stopped at a stall. It was one of the few that were actually open at this time, run by an old woman selling Ramen. He smiled at the woman before speaking. "Fujiko! I'd like a bowl of Konoha's finest ramen, please." while putting some money on the counter. The old woman smiled, politely replying "You know it's not the best but thank you Harumi." before going making him a bowl.

I know who else would enjoy a bowl of this! The Hokage...I should ask her to come sometime.. he thought to himself, savoring the flavor of the noodles. Imbetween a bite Harumi decided to talk to the woman again. "So Fujiko, how's the grandchildren?". She smiled, replying as she was pouring another customer a bowl. "They've become Genin. I'm so proud of them.". Harumi nodded before replying "Perhaps they'll end up assigned to my team?" he said chuckling. Fujiko replied, "I'd hope not! They'd come back telling ol' granny about how much they love the Hokage!". This solicited a few smirks from those at the stall, Harumi laughing himself. "Perhaps you are right afterall.".

He finished his bowl, heading off to the training grounds. He wasn't slated to begin training with anyone yet and he didn't even have a team, though he still trained regularly in order to win the love of the Hokage. If I become the most powerful ninja in the village, she's sure to love me back! he thought to himself, continuing on.

Harumi arrived at the training grounds after an uneventful walk, though he did manage to take in the Hokage's beauty one last time by looking at her very own sculpture on the Hokage Rock. Why must she be a Senju.. he muttered, beginning to meditate. Harumi was of mind that meditation cleared the body of all evils, whether it's stress or bad intents. And it worked wonders.

After a few hours of meditation, he was finally ready to begin his actual training. Shadow Clone Jutsu! he exclaimed, performing the jutsu. "Alright boys, you all know the drill.".

All seven of his clones nodded, before jumping back in their respective directions. Harumi was the first to attack, leaping into the air and launching several kunai. While still in the air, he performed the Great Fireball Jutsu. Several of the clones that were grouped and charging at him were immediately wiped out by the massive fireball, simultaneously with the two clones that had been hit by his kunai.

Only two remained and they pressed their attack as soon as Harumi hit the ground. One came flying out with a kunai in hand, rushing at Harumi's back. Harumi grinned, throwing a kunai to his side and doing a backflip over his clone. The clone turned too late, a kunai was already hitting him.

The one clone that was still running at him was hit with the kunai he threw to the side, disappearing with a puff of smoke.

Harumi grinned, sweat dripping off of his forehead. He pulled a rag from his pouch, rubbing his forehead off with it. "A good training huh?" he said to himself aloud, not really directed at anyone. He sighed, getting up and heading back for the village. He arrived back at the stall again, ordering another bowl of ramen. Harumi ate quickly, soon leaving for his home. Upon arriving, he got out of his training gear and took a quick shower. Soon he was in his regular attire, sitting in his living room and reading.

Hours later, this would be interrupted by the attack on the village.

As soon as he heard that the village was under attack, he quickly ran out of his apartment. Looking off in the distance, he could see the nine tails.

"No! This can't be happening..." he yelled, running ever faster at the destruction that was being wrought upon the village. A few moments later and he could see the Hokage, surrounded by her ANBU. "Hokage! I am here, I will lend you my hand!" he exclaimed, quickly performing the hand seals for the Great Fireball Jutsu, launching it directly at the stranger who seemed to be controlling the nine-tails.

Up close, Harumi realized that the nine tails had Sharingan eyes. The bastard's a Uchiha.. he thought to himself, the fireball launching from his mouth.

Notes: The Knights of Bluhd are generally feared, if not hated.

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Imperialisium
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Democratic Socialists

Postby Imperialisium » Thu Oct 08, 2015 9:34 am

Kazarogkai wrote:
Imperialisium wrote:@Stolen, Yes that would be allowed for your Druids. Though keep it rather low key, Magi trained individuals are meant to be the only ones who can wield "true magic" or the big time stuff with any sense of reliability. I would say summoning storms might be a bit far, maybe something similar to Native American rain dance where they pray for rain and it may or may not come. Foresight is fine so long as you're not using it to god-mod (which I doubt you'd do anyways).

@Reatra, Yes you can

@New Ferris, that would be allowed. Just don't rip off the Roman Republic because I kinda dislike it when people just rip things whole sale. Make it your own so to speak.


I make mention of Witches in my biography, is that OK?


Yes that is fine,

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Segmentia
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Psychotic Dictatorship

Postby Segmentia » Thu Oct 08, 2015 12:27 pm

Tag. Might join, but if not I'll watch the rp progress.
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