Path of the Damned (OOC, FANTASY, OPEN)

[WaRtArIa]

Path of the Damned (OOC)

You are an Amora, one of the charismatic winged dwellers of the First Ethereal Plane. The First Ethereal Plane was the first plane out of the Five Ethereal Planes. It was the first place where blessed mortal souls arrive to, and it was the place where these souls go to get a good experience of the afterlife. However, the four bridges between the Five Ethereal Planes were destroyed, and the mortal souls were damned to remain at their current plane forever. They could never ascend to the Highest Ethereal Plane, the place where they can finally reunite with all they love; the Highest Ethereal Plane was essentially Paradise, but its true name is Nirvana. After long miserable centuries, the Bridge Builder had arrived, miraculously and with long toil, fixing the bridges between worlds.

There was finally hope for your miserable soul. Many of the mortal souls had finally ascended to the higher planes, some even arriving to Nirvana.

But it seems that you were cursed by Fortunia. Alas, the Odium, wretched demons they are, had established an attack on all Ethereal Planes. While the Ethereal Planes had managed to fend off the Odium, the bridges were broken again. The Bridge Builder was captured, locked forever in the Abyss, home of the Odium; the Abyss was essentially hell, where all the damned souls, Lapsus, and Odium go. The bridges were destroyed yet again in the attacks, of which were officially named the Second War of the Nether and Aether Imperiums. The leader of the Odium, Diabolis, was eventually forced to retreat, but not without a fight.

Chaos and discomfort replaced the peace and order that used to unite the people of the First Ethereal Plane. A group of Amora had banded together, each with one common mission: to fall into the Abyss. Their mission is to fall into the Abyss and transition into a Lapsus so that they can go and rescue the Bridge Builder from Diabolis’ Palace. They must do so quickly, however, because if they get corrupted too much... game over.

You are one of those Amora, wishing for hope on your journey.

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Basically, you're going to meet with your revolutionary friends somewhere in the woods outside the forest. After a bit of interaction, you're going to go the edge of the island (First Ethereal Plane) and then jump into the Abyss to save the Bridge Builder.

Don't worry, you're not going to die. Enchantments made by Diabolis make it so that you can survive... for what reason, it is unknown. Probably eternal slavery and torture.

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Amora: An Amora is a humanoid, winged, angelic being that dwells in the Ethereal Planes. Amora are god-chosen reincarnated humans. They are born to other Amora, like a human is born to a human. The first Amora were created by Fortunia (god) and placed on the Ethereal Planes. The first ones birthed many children and then later died of illness. Although they have the ability to fly with their wings, like everything else, they can’t simply fly across the broken bridges (due to ancient protections). Most are under the rule of Craetora, weary, ancient creator of the Ethereal Planes. Amoran wings are beautiful and have a wide range of colors, but are typically white, silver, pearlish pink, gray, brown, red, or even gold; they usually mirror the hair color of the Amora, and usually determine strength and personality. For example, an Amora in excellent health will have sheening feathers on his or her wings. The Amora have existed ever since the creation of the Ethereal Planes and thus ever since sentience itself. They wear silver amulets with gems that give them elemental powers. To sum it up, Amora are god-chosen humans, reincarnated almost as angels. The first Amora in this reality were created by Fortunia (god) and placed on the Ethereal Planes. The first ones birthed many children and then later died of illness.

Lapsus: The Lapsus are Amora who were casted into the Abyss. Over time, their mind eventually becomes more and more corrupted, and they have a large chance of becoming an Odium (demon-servant of Diabolis.) As they become closer to being a servant of Diabolis, they also gain more demonic powers, but also lose more of their angelic powers. Those with a strong-enough willpower can resist complete corruption; sadly, most cannot resist corruption, and half of the Lapsus became Lapsus by accidentally falling into the Abyss, rather than being casted into the Abyss as divine punishment. Their amulets are made of osidium.

Odium: An Odium is a hunched-over, animalistic, demonic being that resides in the Abyss. Odium, as many know, have the traits of animals such as bats, cats, wolves, foxes, owls, hawks, pigs, and crocodiles. Odium are damned souls that arrive at the Abyss, which is pretty much Hell. They may also be corrupted Lapsuses. Most are unable to fly, but those with certain animal traits have such an ability. Similar to their polar opposites, the Amora, they have a gold amulet with gems that give them elemental powers. Most, if not all, are all servants of Diabolis. They are deceptive and particular vulnerable to weapons with a holy enchantment. They were all created by Diabola in order for him to have servants for his "Great Regime." Many of the Odium are charismatic and deceptive, and those who are typically create propaganda or are used as information-gatherers.

Sora: Sora are the human souls of those who have died and have been "good" enough in life to go to the Ethereal Planes. After the Bridges were destroyed, they have been forced to live on one Plane forever, unable to ascend to higher places.

Five Ethereal Planes: In order, the Five Ethereal Planes are named Novia, Refujia, Lafebia, Astrum, and finally Niervana. The Five Ethereal Planes are islands in the Afterlife Dimension, where deities and mythological creatures like you reside. The afterlife in the first universe was destroyed, so Fortunia (god of fortune, luck, blessings, order, fate and cruelty), the only survivor of the aftermath, created this universe. Due to the betrayal of Diabolis (god of destruction, damnation, hatred, harbors, fire, envy and resentment), who was supposed to retain balance, the Bridges were destroyed, and the Abyss was created. Thankfully, the Bridge Builder had fixed the bridges, and the armies of the Five Ethereal Planes had much more time to train themselves. The Bridges, again, were later destroyed by the dragon-servants of Diabolis. Fortunia is not all-powerful (despite retaining eternal life), and essentially is forced to watch over things that happens in the Five Ethereal Planes.

Abyss: No Amora that is reachable to us knows the Abyss personally, but that is probably a good thing. Ancient texts by the long-gone Amoran Knights were used as sources to teach young Amora about the Abyss. Below the islands of the Ethereal Planes, and below the currently-broken Four Bridges, the Abyss stretches across the void. It was described as a hellish place with long paths snaking down a desert with volcanoes dotting the land. Demons, hydra, giant serpents, pools of acid, small ponds with piranhas and hot water, and a giant pit are one of the many horrifying things in the Abyss. As you go further onto the path, you get closer to Diabolis’ Palace, where Diabolis and much of the Odium reside. Due to the arrogance and conceited personality of Diabolis, the Abyss’ true name is Diabolia, named after Diabolis himself.

Lortalion: Lortalion is the largest plane, where mortals reside. Lortalion, the Five Ethreal Planes, and the Abyss had been shaped by Fortunia after the first universe had imploded into itself. The prayers of worshippers keep the memories and powers of Fortunia, Craetora, and Diabolis strong. Without Lortalion, the universe will yet again collapse. Although most of the mortals lack magical powers, their technology allows them to reach ahead of others, enabling them to already create enormous cities, cars, and electric devices; something that the people in the Afterlife Dimension do NOT have.

The Demise of the First Reality and the Birth of Odium:Long ago in the previous reality, Diabolis was once a respected minor deity, reigning over small parts of the Heavenly Planes. As Diabolis sat down one day with General Radyx, he realized something. Diabolis grew more dissatisfied with his regime, demanding more and more land for him to rule over. After years, the gods, tired of Diabolis' demands, refused to grant him more land in fear of a civil conflict. Diabolis, angered, cut off all contact with the other gods, slowly building up his Amoran military. As he looked around himself, he realized something. Why was he restricted to using just Amora in his grand army? Why did they not allow him any powers of creation? Could it be that they did not trust them? Diabolis suspected that they were going to betray them, and he acted like a paranoid madman. For you see, at the time, Diabolis had a relatively small army of Amora, once used to only defend themselves from the occasional dragon. Diabolis then began experimenting, abducting hated Amorans into his labs. In the experiments, the Amorans were cruelly tortured, and their wings and sometimes even limbs would be slowly ripped off. Their minds slowly got corrupted with the Ragnamon (the orb that Diabolis stole from the sacred studies of the True First Creator). Soon, their bodies were corrupted. Thus began the creation of the first Odium, son of hatred.

The gods were unaware of the abductions, at first. But then they grew wary and suspicious. Many of the advisor Amorans that were called over never came. Children disappeared in the middle of the night. The gods conducted a search, each suspecting that the other fellow god had abducted the missing Amorans. And when they searched Diabolis' Palace, they discovered the torturous, disgusting experiments.

The Civil War began. Gods no longer trusted each other. Gods no longer worked together. Gods no longer loved each other.

Rains never fell, as the god of rain now hated the god of grain.
Rivers never flowed, as the god of rivers was slain.
Insanity was rampant, as the god of mind was no longer sane.
Trees no longer flourished, as the god of forests will never come to rise.
And from here, came the First Realm’s demise.

And yet somehow, Diabolis, Fortuna, and the Odium survived. Over time, the next reality had established.

Amulae: Amulae are the amulets that Odium, Lapsus, and Amora all have. Based on their gem colors, they may grant their wearers elemental powers. Their metal types change based on the species of the wearer. If there happens to be a shift in nature, the metal change happens slowly over time. The Odium have golden amulets, the Lapsus have osidium amulets, and the Amora have silver amulets. A silver amulet will repulse and disgust anyone with a gold amulae (and vice versa), but an osidium amulet will not affect anyone with any type of amulae.

[*]Red Gem = Fire
[*]Blue Gem = Water
[*]Yellow Gem = Wind
[*]Green Gem = Earth
[*]Pink Gem = Plant
[*]Purple Gem = Lightning

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THE RULES
1. I want grammar skills passing above the seventh grade and well-written sentences that are easy to read.
2. I will not tolerate godmodding or metagaming at all. If that occurs for more than two posts, I will start metagaming or godmodding myself, and your character will die in weird and embarassing ways.
3. If you are not going to login for more than three days, please tell me. If you can't tell me, we'll set up someone to take over your character for you.
4. I expect you to be polite and cordial, at least in the OOC. Trolling and disrespect to the co-OPs and OP will not be tolerated.
5. When you are kicked from the RP, don't ever come here again.
6. Have fun! This law is strictly enforced.

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[WaRtArIa]

Character List

Name: Ashyra
Age: 265
Gender: Female

Former Occupation: Middle school history teacher and aspiring writer
Skills: Ashyra is excellent at hiding, foraging, leading, soaring, and swimming. Ashyra was a green-belt martial artist who practiced Wing Chun, a Chinese martial art utilising both striking and grappling while specialising in close-range combat. Due to her practicing gardening in her spare time, Ashyra is an amateur gardener, and thus quite a bit about plants. Her element type makes her effective against fire and lightning type attacks.
Weaknesses: Although Ashyra is excellent at soaring in the air, she is mediocre at best when landing and taking off. Ashyra also has asthma, and thus cannot run or jog to well. Thus, Ashyra cannot exercise too intensely for fear of suffocation. Due to her dominant nature, Ashyra can be seen as bossy, rude, mean, or a suckup; meaning that there may be some difficulties making friends. Her nerdiness also is a turn-off for many. However, her dominant nature could also be a positive thing in her leadership. Ashyra’s element type, Earth, makes her vulnerable to water and wind type attacks.

Appearance:


Amulet Color: Emerald Green
Wing Color: Sheening Hazel

Personality: Ashyra is a dominant, nerdy, genre-aware, ambitious, cheerful, enthusiastic, and perservering woman. She is playful, hardworking, rarely flirty, and a bit prudish at times.

Biography: The woman who was once named Asha MacSolas was originally born in San Francisco, California, on April 3rd, 1991. Asha’s parents were two kind parents, whom were named Alice Hopewell and Alex Macsolas. Although Asha’s family was by no means wealthy, they still could afford a comfortable two-story house and a swimming pool. They had lived a pleasant life overall.

Asha went to school at Sutro Elementary School, and later in her life, attended Francisco Middle School. For the most part, your elementary and middle school life was eventful, and many things happened while she attended. She was notorious for being a troublemaker, a cheeky person, and an avid debater (and obviously in the Debate Club.) Asha often played pranks on the school bullies, and frequently got detentions. For whatever reason, the detentions never deterred her, but she still played the pranks more discretely. When she looked back on herself many years later, she would sometimes say it was rather embarassing. Pranks were not the only things that Asha did in school, and despite the fact that she spends much of her time setting up traps, Asha has surprisingly good grades. She often got B grades, but sometimes would get a proud A grade. One time, in eighth grade, Asha actually managed to dance well at the School Ball, which was rather pleasant for her. Also, in a lesson about World War Two, Asha was the only person (including her teacher) actually aware of the existence of Prussia and its role in World War Two. Three thirds of the class was curious, and Asha was forced to explain for ten agonizing minutes. It was a rather pleasant surprise for her teacher, who wanted a little break.

While Asha attended elementary school and middle school, she had five best friends, who often went on risky escapades with her: Antonio, Amelia, Luciano, Chara, and Matthew. Asha adored swim races with them, and often went over to play video games with Chara and Matthew, whom were quieter and more reclusive then their other friends. Asha often had sleepovers at Antonio or Luciano’s house. They ate spaghetti, they sneaked out food from the fridge at midnight, they watched television, and they played DnD. The six were essentially classic nerds. While it lasted, it was very fun. They went to Wing Chun classes every weekend. They texted to each other constantly even if it’s 1 AM. They splurged on Cheetos together. They were essentially the epitome of best friends.

Sadly, before they could all get to high school, Asha had to move to San Jose for a job her father had been accepted to. Asha and her friends felt extremely sad, but still managed to keep touch with them through texts, calls, and social media. Even though the previous grade schools were chaotic, it was high school were everything started. Bullies were rampant, and they constantly picked on you for your nerdishness. You hated it, to say the least, but at least you got a passing grade and a couple of talk-buddies (not really friends). It was a very painful four years.

Now, Asha was seventeen. She did what every other highschooler did; tutor some newbies, maybe go get a job, savor freedom, and plan for college later. Asha was a cashier at one of flower shops, Bloomster’s. She made a friend with a cute little red-haired girl named Rosie, who came to the shop every week to go buy some flowers for a friend. Asha adored the kid, but sometimes, she was annoyed with her. Rosie was rather clumsy, and often knocked down flower pots. Rosie was like the awkward little child that Asha never had. Asha, when bored, sometimes talked to Rosie’s mother and Rosie’s brother, who often hanged around here. It was rather uneventful, actually.

After three years, Asha finally racked up enough money to go get herself an apartment (with her parents’ help) and then go to college. Asha, being the procrastinating-prone person she is, barely made it with the COMPASS tests so that she could get into the undergraduate class. Predictably, college life was exhausting, just like every other school life that Asha had. It was repetitive and unpredictable at the same time. By this point, Asha was much less rude and obnoxious. Asha knew that if she acted the same way in college, it was game over for her. Her whole career and life and everything would be messed up. For a long time, Asha was that bookish kid who constantly studied for tests and those annoying surprise quizzes people get all the time. Asha often just got Bs, just like every other school year. It was almost devastating for her, really. She. Won’t. Accept. Anything. That. Is. Not. Perfection. Asha strived for perfection, and her study time often crowded out the time for family. Even though she got many As, Asha still felt plenty of regret. Was it really worth pushing her friends and family out so that you could get only a small percentage higher on exams? Asha then became that person who sneaks beer out of her dad’s fridge at night. No one wants to know what happens during that time. Don’t ask, unless you love being impaled. Then by all means, go for it. Just remember that it’s not the fun kind of impaling. You know. That kind.

Asha got a bachelor’s degree. She drove to her friends’ house for a reunion of sorts. Later, Asha got a boyfriend while drunk, broke up, cried, and then went to become a teacher for some ungrateful annoying brats. What fun. At least she got to see her friendly pseudo-kid every day, which wasn’t too bad. Maybe get some moola so that Asha could scrape by and pay the rent for her little apartment. While walking home the now ten-year-old Rosie, Asha got hit by a drunk driver, pushing away Rosie. The nearby pedestrians, panicked, crowded around the body of Asha. Traffic was jammed somewhere else. Due to the bystander effect, no pedestrian called the ambulance in the time period when Asha could be saved. By the time the ambulance arrived, it was too late. Asha died...

Surrounded by bright light, Asha woke up, her senses flooded. The pain was still vividly burned in her memory. Like every other person placed in a deadly situation and every other person who was surrounded by bright light, Asha asks the ingenious question. “The light...Oh god, the light...Am I dead...?”

The booming voice of an eldritch abomination responds. “You are dead, but you still have a chance... a chance to be great. You are now an Amora, one of the mystical holy beings of the Ethereal Planes... look how low our land has fallen... make the Ethereal Planes great again.”

Asha wasn’t sure how to react, really. So, she simply picked the most droll response. “R-really? What i-is my duty?”

The eldritch abomination, Fortuna, gave her a downer answer. “Live life. Teach the young children.”

You can almost imagine the pain and disappointment that Asha felt. She died and thought she was going to Heaven, but then she realized that she was forced to take a quest and she was forced to be a teacher. Plus, there's literally a GOD EMPEROR TRUMP.

RP Sample: As the OP of this roleplay, I do not need a sample. If I know you, I may be able to make exceptions with the RP Sample. If not, then it's required for the most part.

Name: Axios
Age: 227
Gender: Male

Former Occupation: Soldier.
Skills: Expert swordfighter, aerial combatant, basic medical knowledge.
Weaknesses: A bit headstrong, not very cooperative with those he sees as 'under-experienced', stubborn.

Appearance: Appearance

Amulet Color: Purple Gem
Wing Color: White and glowing.

Personality: Steadfast, determined and ready to fight with conviction. All would fit Axios to a tee. And as evidenced by his name he finds himself willing and able to die for the cause. Brotherly to those he sees as friends, and just as overbearing in most senses.

Biography: In another life, Axios was a Hospital Corpsman for the US Navy, his life was basic for the times, he had a daughter and married prior to his extended service in a war overseas. He never got to see his family again before being one of so many killed in the Battle of Okinawa, attempting to save a Marine bleeding from a rather gruesome lung wound. It was then he got given a second chance, by the powers that be he ascended to another plane of existence. And there he was gifted a glowing set of wings and a new life among the holy Amora. It was then that he took the role of an Amoran soldier, and took on the name of Axios, a name which meant 'Worthy'.

With memories of his past life, and the new memories he started to gain as an Amora, he became quite the soldier. Both as a healer and a fighter, he slowly became a master swordsman, and an even better surgeon. Upon his first use of his amulet, he opened up a new path for his offensive capabilities. In another life he would've found all of it a miracle. But now he knew better, he knew that this wasn't likely a gland fueled coma dream.

And then came the goal he had the opportunity of participating in. Save the bridge builder by getting himself willingly damned. It was something he was apprehensive about, the chance of eternal damnation, in exchange for the Bridges between planes being rebuilt. It was a no brainer for Axios. He took the challenge for the greater good.

Roleplay Sample: Gods Among Us

Name: Jakylon, once named Jack Nygaard.
Age: 320
Gender: Male

Former Occupation: Gunsmith, I guess.
Skills: Swordfighting
Weaknesses: Stubborn, horrible with archery, charges into battle headfirst, isn't the brightest bulb out there.

Appearance: http://orig03.deviantart.net/bea0/f/2016/003/9/5/solar_burst_by_bohrokki-d9mlwp6.jpg

Amulet Color: Red
Wing Color: Red-orange. The wings seem to burst with fire, and are extremely large as well. On the surface of the fiery feathers, the wings flow with a magma-like texture.

Personality: Brash, fun-loving, drunkard, not exactly smart, stubborn. He has an innate lack of fear for the unknown.

Biography:

The man that would be named Jack Nygaard was born in the 1980s in the city of Helena, Montana. His family was a middle-class family, not poor nor rich. Growing up, he played football and became rather good at it. He also became interested in guns at the age of 6, when his dad bought him his first gun -a 22. LR. When he graduated high school, he became the owner of a gun shop in Missoula - Nygaard Armory. He was renowned throughout the community as a kind, fun-loving, and easygoing man who loved his guns. He even crafted some himself, making quality flintlock pistols for collection and eventually began making his own higher-tech guns.

At some point in his life, he had taken up fencing. He had actually quite enjoyed it, and stuck to it. He advanced quickly in this new art, and in 10 years, quickly became a champion at the sport. However, tragedy wasn't exactly scared off by his stick swinging skills.

Jack wasn't exactly a smart man, no, but he certainly was kind. This had led to his own death, ironically. When his family was taken hostage by criminals, he had called the police. But they had, however, taken awhile to arrive. Taking one of his guns, he barged into the house. He had gunned down 2 of the 5 criminals, and left the last three injured. However, he was shot in the head and left to die.

His life seemed to fade away in a flash.

But, he was still...alive? Jack didn't know what had happened. He had been shot in the head. Hell, he even felt it. Opening his eyes, he saw that he was something new. An Amora. How strange was it to him. Taking his skills of fencing and sword combat, he became an Amora soldier. As an Amora, he was clad in a red, fiery armored suit and had gigantic wings of fire. Equipped with a fiery spear he nicknamed "Daybreak", he fights against the enemies of his kind with a fury and wrath unlike any other.

Now, having given himself the name Stormchaser, he had an oppurtunity of heroism. He had to save the Bridge Builder. Of course, every quest had its risk. This one especially. He was to sacrifice himself, corrupt himself. The thought scared him of course, but who didn't it scare? Besides, he always was a kind soul. If it meant saving BB, he'd certainly do it in a heartbeat.
Roleplay Sample: You already saw.

[Dalvius]

oh im so tagging

No, seriously Silver, I love this.

[Anowa]

Looks interesting. Haven't been in many Fantasy RPs for a long time so. Tag. Expect an App up within the day.

[WaRtArIa]

So, if anyone doesn't get it...

You're an angel (Amora) with an element power (Amulae), and you and your group are planning to jump into the desert of Hell (Abyss) so you can go explore the Devil's Palace (Diabolo's Palace) and rescue the Really Really Important Dude of Prophecy (Bridge Builder). However, you only have a couple of weeks before you transition into a demonic animalistic (Odium) mind-slave to the Devil (Diabolis). You fight monsters on the way, like every other person. Due to this being fantasy, you use mostly bows and arrows and swords and shit like that.

[Anowa]

So I take it Amora are former humans turned angels after death? Or am I missing something?

[WaRtArIa]

So I take it Amora are former humans turned angels after death? Or am I missing something?

Amora are god-chosen reincarnated humans. They are born to Amora, like a human is born to a human. The first Amora were created by Fortunia (god) and placed on the Ethereal Planes. The first ones birthed many children and then later died of illness.

Regular souls that arrive at the planes are (non-damned) humans that have died. It's like going to heaven.

[Zyvalia]

Definitely tag

[Anowa]

So I take it Amora are former humans turned angels after death? Or am I missing something?

Amora are god-chosen reincarnated humans. They are born to Amora, like a human is born to a human. The first Amora were created by Fortunia (god) and placed on the Ethereal Planes. The first ones birthed many children and then later died of illness.

Regular souls that arrive at the planes are (non-damned) humans that have died. It's like going to heaven.

So former occupation and name would be that of a human's?

[WaRtArIa]

Amora are god-chosen reincarnated humans. They are born to Amora, like a human is born to a human. The first Amora were created by Fortunia (god) and placed on the Ethereal Planes. The first ones birthed many children and then later died of illness.

Regular souls that arrive at the planes are (non-damned) humans that have died. It's like going to heaven.

So former occupation and name would be that of a human's?

A former occupation would be your job before you fall. We still have gardeners and things like that. Just nothing of the modern-technology-associated jobs. The strange thing is, the mortal plane DOES have modern technology. Your name is still usable in the afterlife for convenience purposes.

[Anowa]

Name: Axios
Age: 227
Gender: Male

Former Occupation: Soldier.
Skills: Expert swordfighter, aerial combatant, basic medical knowledge.
Weaknesses: A bit headstrong, not very cooperative with those he sees as 'under-experienced', stubborn.

Appearance

Amulet Color: Purple Gem
Wing Color: White and glowing.

Personality: Steadfast, determined and ready to fight with conviction. All would fit Axios to a tee. And as evidenced by his name he finds himself willing and able to die for the cause. Brotherly to those he sees as friends, and just as overbearing in most senses.

Biography: In another life, Axios was a Hospital Corpsman for the US Navy, his life was basic for the times, he had a daughter and married prior to his extended service in a war overseas. He never got to see his family again before being one of so many killed in the Battle of Okinawa, attempting to save a Marine bleeding from a rather gruesome lung wound. It was then he got given a second chance, by the powers that be he ascended to another plane of existence. And there he was gifted a glowing set of wings and a new life among the holy Amora. It was then that he took the role of an Amoran soldier, and took on the name of Axios, a name which meant 'Worthy'.

With memories of his past life, and the new memories he started to gain as an Amora, he became quite the soldier. Both as a healer and a fighter, he slowly became a master swordsman, and an even better surgeon. Upon his first use of his amulet, he opened up a new path for his offensive capabilities. In another life he would've found all of it a miracle. But now he knew better, he knew that this wasn't likely a gland fueled coma dream.

And then came the goal he had the opportunity of participating in. Save the bridge builder by getting himself willingly damned. It was something he was apprehensive about, the chance of eternal damnation, in exchange for the Bridges between planes being rebuilt. It was a no brainer for Axios. He took the challenge for the greater good.

Roleplay Sample: Gods Among Us

[WaRtArIa]

Name: Axios
Age: 227
Gender: Male

Former Occupation: Soldier.
Skills: Expert swordfighter, aerial combatant, basic medical knowledge.
Weaknesses: A bit headstrong, not very cooperative with those he sees as 'under-experienced', stubborn.

Amulet Color: Purple Gem
Wing Color: White and glowing.

Personality: Steadfast, determined and ready to fight with conviction. All would fit Axios to a tee. And as evidenced by his name he finds himself willing and able to die for the cause. Brotherly to those he sees as friends, and just as overbearing in most senses.

Biography: In another life, Axios was a Hospital Corpsman for the US Navy, his life was basic for the times, he had a daughter and married prior to his extended service in a war overseas. He never got to see his family again before being one of so many killed in the Battle of Okinawa, attempting to save a Marine bleeding from a rather gruesome lung wound. It was then he got given a second chance, by the powers that be he ascended to another plane of existence. And there he was gifted a glowing set of wings and a new life among the holy Amora. It was then that he took the role of an Amoran soldier, and took on the name of Axios, a name which meant 'Worthy'.

With memories of his past life, and the new memories he started to gain as an Amora, he became quite the soldier. Both as a healer and a fighter, he slowly became a master swordsman, and an even better surgeon. Upon his first use of his amulet, he opened up a new path for his offensive capabilities. In another life he would've found all of it a miracle. But now he knew better, he knew that this wasn't likely a gland fueled coma dream.

And then came the goal he had the opportunity of participating in. Save the bridge builder by getting himself willingly damned. It was something he was apprehensive about, the chance of eternal damnation, in exchange for the Bridges between planes being rebuilt. It was a no brainer for Axios. He took the challenge for the greater good.

Roleplay Sample: Gods Among Us

Accepted.

[Dalvius]

Name: Axios
Age: 227
Gender: Male

Former Occupation: Soldier.
Skills: Expert swordfighter, aerial combatant, basic medical knowledge.
Weaknesses: A bit headstrong, not very cooperative with those he sees as 'under-experienced', stubborn.

Amulet Color: Purple Gem
Wing Color: White and glowing.

Personality: Steadfast, determined and ready to fight with conviction. All would fit Axios to a tee. And as evidenced by his name he finds himself willing and able to die for the cause. Brotherly to those he sees as friends, and just as overbearing in most senses.

Biography: In another life, Axios was a Hospital Corpsman for the US Navy, his life was basic for the times, he had a daughter and married prior to his extended service in a war overseas. He never got to see his family again before being one of so many killed in the Battle of Okinawa, attempting to save a Marine bleeding from a rather gruesome lung wound. It was then he got given a second chance, by the powers that be he ascended to another plane of existence. And there he was gifted a glowing set of wings and a new life among the holy Amora. It was then that he took the role of an Amoran soldier, and took on the name of Axios, a name which meant 'Worthy'.

With memories of his past life, and the new memories he started to gain as an Amora, he became quite the soldier. Both as a healer and a fighter, he slowly became a master swordsman, and an even better surgeon. Upon his first use of his amulet, he opened up a new path for his offensive capabilities. In another life he would've found all of it a miracle. But now he knew better, he knew that this wasn't likely a gland fueled coma dream.

And then came the goal he had the opportunity of participating in. Save the bridge builder by getting himself willingly damned. It was something he was apprehensive about, the chance of eternal damnation, in exchange for the Bridges between planes being rebuilt. It was a no brainer for Axios. He took the challenge for the greater good.

Roleplay Sample: Gods Among Us

The US? That seems a bit too modern for a high fantasy RP imo

[WaRtArIa]

Name: Axios
Age: 227
Gender: Male

Former Occupation: Soldier.
Skills: Expert swordfighter, aerial combatant, basic medical knowledge.
Weaknesses: A bit headstrong, not very cooperative with those he sees as 'under-experienced', stubborn.

Amulet Color: Purple Gem
Wing Color: White and glowing.

Personality: Steadfast, determined and ready to fight with conviction. All would fit Axios to a tee. And as evidenced by his name he finds himself willing and able to die for the cause. Brotherly to those he sees as friends, and just as overbearing in most senses.

Biography: In another life, Axios was a Hospital Corpsman for the US Navy, his life was basic for the times, he had a daughter and married prior to his extended service in a war overseas. He never got to see his family again before being one of so many killed in the Battle of Okinawa, attempting to save a Marine bleeding from a rather gruesome lung wound. It was then he got given a second chance, by the powers that be he ascended to another plane of existence. And there he was gifted a glowing set of wings and a new life among the holy Amora. It was then that he took the role of an Amoran soldier, and took on the name of Axios, a name which meant 'Worthy'.

With memories of his past life, and the new memories he started to gain as an Amora, he became quite the soldier. Both as a healer and a fighter, he slowly became a master swordsman, and an even better surgeon. Upon his first use of his amulet, he opened up a new path for his offensive capabilities. In another life he would've found all of it a miracle. But now he knew better, he knew that this wasn't likely a gland fueled coma dream.

And then came the goal he had the opportunity of participating in. Save the bridge builder by getting himself willingly damned. It was something he was apprehensive about, the chance of eternal damnation, in exchange for the Bridges between planes being rebuilt. It was a no brainer for Axios. He took the challenge for the greater good.

Roleplay Sample: Gods Among Us

The US? That seems a bit too modern for a high fantasy RP imo

Here's the catch. The afterlife plane is the fantasy place, but the mortal plane is the modern place.

[Dalvius]

The US? That seems a bit too modern for a high fantasy RP imo

Here's the catch. The afterlife plane is the fantasy place, but the mortal plane is the modern place.

Ah.
But
Wait, if he's 227 years old...

[WaRtArIa]

Here's the catch. The afterlife plane is the fantasy place, but the mortal plane is the modern place.

Ah.
But
Wait, if he's 227 years old...

Time runs differently in the afterlife. 227 years could be mere days in the mortal world.

[Shadowwell]

I suggest putting the below coded in between the lines of You are one of those Amora and the line beneath it.

Code: Select all

[hr][/hr]

I will try to whip something up for you soon. Could you TG me any history or whatnot about the Odium and their creation, or anything else.

[Elderowa]

Tag. Interested.

[Dalvius]

Name: Jack Nygaard. Apparently the angel name is Jakylon.
Age: 320
Gender: Male

Former Occupation: Gunsmith, I guess.
Skills: Swordfighting
Weaknesses: Stubborn, horrible with archery, charges into battle headfirst, isn't the brightest bulb out there.

Appearance: http://orig03.deviantart.net/bea0/f/2016/003/9/5/solar_burst_by_bohrokki-d9mlwp6.jpg

Amulet Color: Red
Wing Color: Red-orange. The wings seem to burst with fire, and are extremely large as well. On the surface of the fiery feathers, the wings flow with a magma-like texture.

Personality: Brash, fun-loving, drunkard, not exactly smart, stubborn. He has an innate lack of fear for the unknown.

Biography:

The man that would be named Jack Nygaard was born in the 1980s in the city of Helena, Montana. His family was a middle-class family, not poor nor rich. Growing up, he played football and became rather good at it. He also became interested in guns at the age of 6, when his dad bought him his first gun -a 22. LR. When he graduated high school, he became the owner of a gun shop in Missoula - Nygaard Armory. He was renowned throughout the community as a kind, fun-loving, and easygoing man who loved his guns. He even crafted some himself, making quality flintlock pistols for collection and eventually began making his own higher-tech guns.

At some point in his life, he had taken up fencing. He had actually quite enjoyed it, and stuck to it. He advanced quickly in this new art, and in 10 years, quickly became a champion at the sport. However, tragedy wasn't exactly scared off by his stick swinging skills.

Jack wasn't exactly a smart man, no, but he certainly was kind. This had led to his own death, ironically. When his family was taken hostage by criminals, he had called the police. But they had, however, taken awhile to arrive. Taking one of his guns, he barged into the house. He had gunned down 2 of the 5 criminals, and left the last three injured. However, he was shot in the head and left to die.

His life seemed to fade away in a flash.

But, he was still...alive? Jack didn't know what had happened. He had been shot in the head. Hell, he even felt it. Opening his eyes, he saw that he was something new. An Amora. How strange was it to him. Taking his skills of fencing and sword combat, he became an Amora soldier. As an Amora, he was clad in a red, fiery armored suit and had gigantic wings of fire. Equipped with a fiery spear he nicknamed "Daybreak", he fights against the enemies of his kind with a fury and wrath unlike any other.

Now, having given himself the name Stormchaser, he had an oppurtunity of heroism. He had to save the Bridge Builder. Of course, every quest had its risk. This one especially. He was to sacrifice himself, corrupt himself. The thought scared him of course, but who didn't it scare? Besides, he always was a kind soul. If it meant saving BB, he'd certainly do it in a heartbeat.

Roleplay Sample: You already saw.

[WaRtArIa]

-le snip-

Le accepted.

[Soviet Farm]

tag

[The Funeral Party]

Tag.
This feels like me somehow....

[Arana]

Tag I suppose.

[Arana]

This, eh... seems to have quieted a bit in recent days :/

[WaRtArIa]

This, eh... seems to have quieted a bit in recent days :/

It sure did. This is my first RP, I shouldn't expect too much. I hope I do have some more opportunities to advertise this.

Bump. Bump. Bump.