Okay, here's how this is going to work. The IC is going up a few minutes after this thread appears. It's quite simple, as long as you heed to the rules.

The primary goal of this is to help newbie RPers get the hang of things. Please don't forget that.

With that said, the rules.

- 500 character minimum for your posts. You'll find a button under the box of smileys that says "check post length." Use this to see if your post is long enough before hitting "post" please. Any posts under 500 will be deleted. Also, try not to go over 2000 if you can help it. This is casual in every sense of the word, not a serious RP.

- No godmodding, unless I approve it.
If I catch you godmodding without prior approval, heads will roll.

- No PKing the newbies. If newbies join this, I encourage all of you to try and help them, not hinder them. I don't want to see anyone mistreating a newbie, in any way. The major purpose of this freeform RP is to get more people interested in the forum, and if people go against that, I'll simply have to do bad things to them.


You do not need to be approved to participate in this RP. All I ask is that you post a character sheet here before you touch the IC. I'll delete posts by people who haven't posted a character, so please take the time to do it. Once you post your character, dive in and have fun, you don't need to be oked first. But, try not to make any godly characters. The story can be whatever you want, whatever direction you want to take it in in your post is fine by me. But stick to the medieval setting.

With that said, the main setting:

This takes place in a medieval time period, where magic and swords rule the battlefield. Graceful dragons fly overhead and rain death upon their foes, yadda yadda yadda. We'll be starting off in a small county, which is at war with another small county over a newly discovered gold vein in a nearby cave. Maps dictating the territory of each county have been lost for a long time, so no one knows who owns the land the cave is on, hence the dispute, which has erupted into a small war. You, as the characters, will take part as a member of either county, and take the plot from there.

Any race is acceptable. Hell, make up your own, I don't care. However, you cannot be a god or goddess. A demigod is fine, though (Just remember that if you godmod, I can and will kick your ass all over the place.) Don't go crazy on the magical weapons, I draw the line at a sword that can blow a building apart by pointing it in the general direction of the structure and saying a command word.

Without further ado, here's the character I'll be playing in this RP:

God.

That's right, god. That great, celestial being who sees all, knows all, hears all, and does all. Break the rules, and face his wrath. I'm not going to post much, but when I do it will be to throw something interesting in.

Your character sheet should be in this layout:

Name:
Race:
Height / weight:
Age:
Gender:
Location:
Weapons:
Armor:
Spells:
Biography: (try to make this lengthy)

For you newbies out there, here's an example of a decent character sheet:



Ah, yes, I nearly forgot. Location names and such. It's up to you people to name the two countys, and the continent they're on. I'm giving you guys all the creative liberties I can, so enjoy.

Name: Dante Darkheart
Race: Dark Elf AKA Drow
Height / weight: 6"7 58 kilograms
Age: 250
Gender: Male
Location: Country Laskarn, In the Capital Menzorab
Weapons: 2 Magic Scimitars, 1 that renders protection from Fire magic and 1 that senses Dragons. 1 crossbow
Armor: Traditional Dark Elf Armour, enchanted with an absorption against light magic.
Spells: Darkness Orb:Surrounds his enemies with a globe of darkness making it quite difficult for them too see.

DragonsBane: A spell that summons the spirit of the Dragon Demon, Very vicous spell that can slaughter an entire village, however can only be used with a deitys blessing (Pen or Tiki here).

Demons Lust: A spell that empowers Dante with a Demon's strength for a short period of time. Heightens speed, Sense and skill. Dante uses this on his dragon hunting missions.

Identifying Features: His Violet colored eyes draw much attention as does his pale white hair. OFten wears a hooded cape during the day.

Biography: Dante grew up in the Caves of the Dark Elves, being born into a noble house he was tought the use of weapons, assassination and magic, Dante show aptitude at demon and dragon hunting.

One day while Dante was out hunting a Demon destroyed his clans home, Upon returning Dante found his fathers 2 scimitars. Hunting the Demon down Dante fought for three whole days until he slayed the Demon.

Now Dante works as a mercenary. He has no idea of his destiny only that he must face the Demons of his past. And the honour of a Dark Elf prince

Name:Chappy
Race: Ninja elf
Height / weight: 6'13'
Age: old as the hills (ye hills of yore)
Gender: Male
Location: A hut
Weapons: Jewel Encrusted Egg Beater (copryright Eric Blake, all attempts to have your own Jewel Encrusted egg beater can only end in failure, dont even bother)
Armor: Leather plate, ninja outift
Spells: Eye of newt (grants me newt vision!), Invisibility to the rich (rich people cant see me becasue of noses hung high in air)
Biography: Borne donne ye woodes of yore donne ye forestte of yore, "chappy" was borne to a paire of dueling entes during a heated sparring match. Now he hops about giving people the whammy with his jewel encrusted egg beater that, on strike, makes people talk backwards, in french, for a duration of time equal to the amount of tweinkies devoured by chappy. Eats only twinkies.

I'm only joining this because I enjoy casual RP's. I'm too lazy to do any of the bigger ones. It's Man'karoth time. Pen'll be familiar with this guy from Nefliem. And of course, everyones favourite chilly bird has said yes. The different format is due to ripping it directly from Nefliem.


Name: Man'karoth Guildenstern
Race:A former Skalnark. (I strive to be unique, so sue me =P Don't worry, I explained the Skalnark in my background)
Height:7'4
Weight: Non existent, his frail form having no force pushing down upon it.
Hair: Non existent
Eyes: Glow an eerie, frosty grey.
Age:Lost track some 350 years ago.
Gender:Male
God: Is the god Banlanark's "form" in this world.
Class: Arch Lich
Weapons: The powers bestowed by Banlanark.
Location: The Icy Norths.

Identifying Marks: His entire being is fairly identifying. No longer possessing flesh, his body is made up entirely of hardened bone, mauve in colouration,more solid than rock and metal. Not fearing weather or terrain, he wears little but a simple robe, that encompasses his lower body, and leaves his spindly legs unveiled.Instead of hair, he has a series of hard protrusions, and lacking skin and muscle, his mouth is but a series of teeth, his body moving due to the quantity of magic that courses through him. A shimmering ball of pure energy dweels within his impeneterable skull, and this is the only manner to destroy him. Seperating this energy from his body, renders him immobile.

Background: A member of a Skalnark tribe, a secretive race of sub humans who dwell in the icy Norths. A culture based on crude magic, they live in a state of constant tribal warfare. Man'karoth was a hermit among the Skalnark, perfecting his art alone, kept company only by the viscious blizzards of the wind. One day, while forraging for food, a Slaknar hunting party spied him, and tore him to shreds, and feasted upon his flesh. His soul would not rest however, as he "awoke" in the presence of Banlanark, high atop his frosty throne. Banlanark had no tangible presence in the world, so needed a "partner" to help secure power. Banlanark made a deal with Man'karoth; In exchange for doing his bidding in the world of Therios, he would not be cast into the Inferno, and writhe in pain for all eternity. Man'karoth could only agree, and returned to the world anew. His body had reformed into it's present state, his skeleton fused with mystical rock, enchanted by Banlanark. Seeking vengeance, he brought terrible destruction down upon the Skalnark, wiping them out, and harvesting them for Banlanark, as foundations for the coming kingdom. Man'karoth wandered thatd esolate wasteland for millenia, destroying all who came near. In time, he constructed a great citadel for himself, the "Frozen Spire"made wholly from Ice. It's cavernous hallways screamed with the anguish of those consumed by Banlanark. As Banlanark gained the souls of mankind, Man'karoth gained in power, becoming mighty, his exterior hardening with every task. Millenia passed, and the icy norths became feared as a place of no return.

Spells.

Chilling Finger: Being a master of Ice, his touch brings with it incredibly low temperatures.

Tundra: Unleashing cold energies from his body, he is able to lower the temperature in the room.

Icicle Artist: Utilising his mastery of the cold, he is able to construct many tools out of Ice, that are able tor esist melting. However, they can only be sustained for a limited amount of time, due to the drain on his energies.

Unholy Hail: Summons down from the sky a heavy blizzard of jagged ice. As the description suggests, it hurts quite a bit.

Be doomed I say. The fallen angel commeth.



Name: Brethe
Race: Fallen Angel
Height / weight: 7 feet tall, 160 pounds
Age: 30,214
Gender: Male
Location: A small village to the south of the cave named Zillenua
Weapons: Deathbringer (A spear of the Angel of Death)
Armor: Fallen One (Dark armor made from dimonds which were ruby's before Brethe fell)
Spells: Banishment (Banishment causes death to a psychicly weak person, long time charge. 5+ hours charge, that is.)
Biography: (try to make this lengthy) Brethe was an angel of death with the want of God's power. He decided the deaths of many. People of old age, he decided who would be sick with life taking deceases. He was very close to God, but not known among the people of the Earth. "God controls life, and God controls death!" The villagers would speak, and it would drive Brethe mad. One day the angel snapped, and caused a war which ceased the lives of milions. God, enraged by this threw Brethe down to Earth, and turned his wings black, and his armor turned unholy. The birthmark on his back had turned from a cross to an upside down one. For thousands of years he was trapped in the barrier of the fallen among with the rest fallen angels, but once again the stupidity of humans prevailed. The seal broke, and he escaped, closing the seal behind again before other could realize. Now Brethe wanders the Earth and kills people to get God's attention, who would, as he plans, bring him into heaven. Brethe would then cease control...

Good Idea Pen! I've posted in other Rps before but I haven't posted in the rp section of dreamers before so I think I'll join this to get the hang of things and maybe help some who have never been in an Rp before

Name:Larien Fëfalas
Race:Human
Height /Weight:5"4, 119 (I was unsure about this.. If you read my character I think you'll be able to guess this better than me)
Age: appears to be around 19 or so
Gender:female
Appearance:Her hair is black and resembles that of a ravens. When in the light, Larien's hair glistens and gives of a blue tint.The eyes of Larien are a light green with specks of yellow torwards the center of her iris.On her left shoulder are two large scars that cut downwards torwards her colar bone. Larien's skin has a golden tan along with a couple freckles on her cheeks and forehead. On her arm is a tattoo of one of the goddess's seals. Larien is very slim with a toned body but usually covers it under a mass of black clothing.Larien wears a short black dress and necklace that around her neck that she has made. The valuable gem in the center is her oynx jewel that resembles her mood quite well. Her black hood that drops over her face and conceals her almost completely.
Weapons: A simple sword
Armor: Beneath all the cloth is a stong steel suit of armor
Spells: This isn't really magic but something she has learned as a little girl. Larien can control the minds of others and sooth creatures telepathically. She can also move objects to a certain extent.
Biography:Larien shows apathy torwards most things and is a very independant person. She is greedy but does seem to be caring torwards those who are able to break the isolation that consumes her. For the most part, Larien is very bold. The only thing that really terrifies her is what may come after her death. Through life she hasn't exactly been the most noble person and has ended quite a few lives. She never really had paren't to learn from which is what has caused her to become as independant as she is. Larien has worked an an assasin and thief.

Ha! I have posted already, for I am Satan! *laughs vehemently*

Name: Satan
Race: Demon
Height / weight: 666 cm/666 lbs.
Age: Older than you.
Gender: Male
Location: Hell
Weapons: \
Armor: --- Basically whatever the hell I like... *laughs vehemently at his pun*
Spells: /
Biography: Since you already know the backstory of the big red guy, I'll explain what I plan to do. Basically, I'm there to mess up whatever Pen is planning. Me and Pen will be focused in a general conflict during the length of this RP. Look for me to cause general grief for you mortals, unless you do things that make me happy, (ie: death, destruction, kicking old people), thus making me favor you. Meanwhile, Pen will (hopefully) look over the good little boys and girls that do right by him, and (try to) wrath those that do my bidding. So, I'll finish this up with a little shameless self-promotion.

Go Evil.

Name: St. Michael the Archangel. Mr. Archangel to the mortals.
Race: Archangel
Height / weight: Angels don’t have human forms, although they can use them if they want.
Age: Older than you too.
Gender: Male
Location: Somewhere.
Weapons: Holy ownt sword of divine justice.
Armour: None. Angels need not armour.
Spells: All forms of divine magic.
Biography: (try to make this lengthy)
Basically, I’ll be Pengs number one helper dude, being the archangel. I’m also a teacher to the newbs and all that stuff. By the way, Michael guards the gates of purgatory, leads the armies of heaven, and defends the faith, for those of you not up on your theology.
God-modders beware!

- Dart

Name:Axignaoszh Hznainx (pronounce it, and you're better then me lol)
Race: Human
Height / weight: 5'10 170 lbs
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Location: Axohetaonstals Village.
Weapons: Two daggers, and a big-ass sword.
Armor: Mythril armor, and a leather suit.
Spells:
Saber Mage: Combines all weapons, into one super-powerful, magically enhanced sword. The sword carries the following abilities:
Fume Sword: Fumes appear, and the sword ignites.
Crystalization sword: Ice Crystals appear, freezing the sword. After 1 attack from the Crystallized sword, the sword breaks and returns to it's previous form.
Aqua Sword: Self explanatory really. Enhances sword with the power of water.
Triple Blades: Three super-fast traveling blades make hell for the opponent.
Divine Intervention: Ultimate Sword ability. Enhances sword with the power of.. well, divine intervention. This attack doesn't always work. It blows away and defeats all in it's path. Don't worry, to protect from God Modding, when this attack reaches 100%, there is a horrible side effect, but I can't tell you that now or it would ruin the entire storyline of my character. Just be aforenoticed that I won't be god modding as I pathetically detest god modding.

Yes, I did decide to rout the magic in this RP through my characters sword. As such, the only magical ability he has, is Saber Mage, which allows him to use the other sword spells. Also note that the character as he travels through the RP, he can learn new sword spells. And, once he has mastered all sword spells, Divine Intervention becomes 100% accurate, and works every time. As long as Penguin OK's however... *hopes penguin ok's*
Biography: Axignaoszh was born in the village of Axohetaonstals, a small farming community of peasants several miles away from the nearest town. Growing up, he mastered the art of swords, and because a blade master at 13, the youngest ever to do so.

It was then that he learned of the amazing potential the sword had, and set out to learn the various sword abilities, even though he knew little about them. The first thing he did, was visit the old prophet, who was able to give him some valuable information as to what he must do. The prophet also provided him with the ultimate ability Divine Intervention, but warned him of the dangers and side effects of the spell. He learned that he would have to gather other sword spells, in order to effectively use Divine Intervention. There are 10 sword spells in all, 11 counting Divine Intervention. Each spell raises Divine Interventions effectiveness by 10%, and it's accuracy by 10%. Thus, with only Divine Intervention as his ability, it worked 1% of the time, and was quite weak when it did. This is why he decided to travel the world gathering info, and gathering the abilities themselves.

The quest begins after 3 years of traveling, and he is now 16. He has also learned several other Saber Mage abilities, 4 to be exact, which thus increases Divine Intervention's power by 40%, and it's accuracy by 40%.

...bah, hope this is approveable...

Name: Link - The Hero of Time
Race: Hylian
Height / weight: 6 foot, 2 inches. 13Stone
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Location: Hyrule
Weapons:

• Master Sword - The sword of evil's baine; can only be wielded by Link
• Gerudo Bow with
  • Noraml Arrows - Can pierce the thickest of hydes
  • Ice Arrows - Can freeze anything
  • Fire Arrows - Burns target to a crisp
  • Light Arrows - Banishes evil
• Boomerang - Incapacitates

Armor:

• Mirror Shield - Incredibly strong...forged by the godesses...can deflect evil itself

Spells:

• Dins Fire - Creates a ball of bire

Biography:

I am Link - The Hero of Time... I hail from the land of Hyrule. I was but a simple Hylian boy, cast into an un-ending battle against evil, through the powers of destiny.

I was brought up in the forbidden forest that is Kokori. My mother, fataly injured by an unknown foe, took me there before she died, when i was but a lad.
My upbringing, a burden to the wise Deku Tree, whom is now dead, was full of carefree days and endless joy. I learned that the same man that killed my mother, and cursed the Great Deku Tree to his death, was trying to take over Hyrule

That is when i felt a great power rising within me...

I am the wielder of the Tri-force of courage, i feel it's power flow through my viens with every swing my sword takes. It urges me on when any other man would fail, i am bound to it's power, bound to my destiny. I will find the man who killed my mother, killed the deku tree...I will follow him to the ends of the earth, even through time itself...He will pay for his crimes.

All respective material is the property of NINTENDO.

Name: Sacamai Teirnusik'merchartus Elienzis Murik'ai (Stem, for short)
Race: Sheep
Height / weight: 2'3"/85 lbs
Age: -2,034
Gender: Male
Location: the city of Bobland on the Outskirts of the Capital City of Country A
Weapons: Dual Pistols and a two knives on the side
Appearance: Big white furry coat, four black legs with hands, war paint on face
Armor: White Sheet Wool
Spells: Bah Bah Black Jeep: Summons a huge Jeep from the future to run over the enemies

Black Sheep Down: Ensnare target flying thing

Ninja Sheepman: Increase speed
Biography: Coming from the future, Sacamai Teirnusik'merchartus Elienzis Murik'ai is the most intelligent being in this world. His andvanced knowledge of technology will aid him in the coming battles. His great father, Sacamai Teirnusik'merchartus Elienzis Murik'a fought in the war of the future, 2,021 years from now. Sacamai Teirnusik'merchartus Elienzis Murik'ai was born one day after the Father's victory in that year. When Sacamai Teirnusik'merchartus Elienzis Murik'ai was 13, Sacamai Teirnusik'merchartus Elienzis Murik'ai was sent back in time to change the history of this horrific war. Sacamai Teirnusik'merchartus Elienzis Murik'ai now lives in Bobland and is the most liked sheep in the world.

Ehh... tis is cool... hehe... I'm joining in the fun! ^^; Oh and Pen... I hope i didn't make him too strong or something. I did seal up his magic. I also hope the profile is not too long ^^;;;;;

Name: Deimos 'Demi' Hikariel
Race: Half-angel/half-demon (I'll explain how in the bio)
Height / weight: 6 ft, 132.3 lb
Age: 264
Gender: Male
Location: In a hidden underground crypt or just about anywhere
Weapons: Selceriar, a 5 feet long, one inch radius in width, simple bamboo rod-like staff with one half of its length pure white and the other half pure black. When Demi concentrate and channel his energy into Selceriar, a blade of any kind can appear at one and only one of the ends in normal circumstances (in extreme situation... that is another matter). The blades that is created from Demi's concentrated energy is capable of hurting and killing both angels and demons.
Armor: Cloak of Control that helps cover his aura from others, which is gray when he is Demi, white when he is Deimos and black when he is Hikariel. And normal grey (gray) colored robes. But he is protected by his own spiritual aura under the cloak.
Spells: None.

Appearance: Neck-length unkempt chocolate brown hair with many silver streaks (from his father). Clear forest green eyes (from his mom) which has pupils that dilate into slits, like cat's eyes, when he is Deimos. He is tall and appropriately muscular, with slightly tanned skin. On his back, right in between his shoulder blades is a black mark of a tiny cross that is the sign of the seal Peariel created. His wings are mismatched, one brilliant white demon wing and the other a totally black angel one, but is still able to let Demi fly.

Personality: Usually, he is Demi, but sometimes one of his dual nature will be more prominent than the other and pops out
Demi - He is seen as emotionless and indifferent as he barely knows how to express his emotions which are pretty conflicting due to his dual nature. He is basically a balanced mixture of Hikariel and Deimos.
Hikariel - He dislike hurting people and will try to cut damage down to the minimum. He also likes to help people and will repay anyone who helps him.
Deimos - Eager for battle and uncaring of consequences, he will do anything he wishes unless Hikariel is very strongly against it. He has a very quick, short and bad temper and will hurt anyone who hurts him.

Biography: Demi's mother is a low-level cherub Peariel, who got seduced by Demi's father, a high-level incubus named Morfin, and gave birth to Demi whom she named Hikariel. Normally, when a case such as this happens, both the angel and the child will be punished, the angel by banishment and the child put to eternal sleep (very similar to death) while the incubus gets rewarded for his 'good' deed. But Peariel sacrificed all her energy, even her own life, to create a seal on Demi, the child she loves deeply even though he has demonblood, that totally sealed up his magical energy and powers. With her last breath, she hid Demi, who is in hibernation due to the seal, in an abandoned crypt on earth, bespelled it to keep all beings away with her very last dying essence. Morfin knew about what she is doing but did nothing to help or to stop, merely watching in silence.

For 150 years Demi slept in the crypt, his body grew and matured when he was 60 years old. However, as he slept, his conscious reached above to the ground surface and touched the minds of the people above, gaining knowledge directly from the minds without them knowing or damaging them. Finally, when he woke up, it was on his own accord and from his father's whispered wake-up call.

Morfin named him Deimos, for he was displaying characteristics of a demon, and took him under his wing for 30 years, teaching him all that he didn't learn in his sleep, and how to utilise his spiritual energy and strength as weapons to protect himself. For some reasons, Morfin never once did try to break the seal Peariel created, and seemed to not mind his son's total lack of magic powers (and seduction power) and mismatched wings.

But the other demons minded and constantly tried to kill Deimos, whom they think as an abomination. Morfin died protecting his son, an act that a demon like him will never do, but he did. Deimos lost control when he saw his father die and his angelic side Hikariel woke up, killing the demons there with his own finally completed weapon Selceriar, its energy blade in the form of a scythe. He fled to the familiar crypt and stayed there to straighten his confused mind, ignorant to the fact that he is now a fugitive of both heaven and hell.

Finally, after 10 years, he became clear about what he is and accepted both his demonic and angelic nature. Hiding his wings and shielding his spiritual presence as best as he can, he, as Demi, once again set foot on earth and roamed the lands, content to live as an aimless wanderer, seeking and wishing for nothing. He is bound to nothing except occasional debts that he acquired when he is helped by someone.

His peaceful life is however often disrupted by angels and demons who wants to rid the world of his existence. He usually manages to hurt those meddling beings enough to run far away from them, but he fatally injured a few of them when one of his nature (usually Deimos) takes control. Maybe because of his dual nature, both angelic and demonic magick has no effect on him, thus he manages to fight the angels and demons in a rather fair fight where his higher than normal strength becomes a huge advantage.

He got embroiled into his war thingy when a person who helped him was dragged in. He wants the war over and done with so that he can repay the 'debt' and return to his wandering life.

Name: St. Gabriel the Archangel
Race: Archangel
Height / weight: No human form, like Dart mentioned, but usually looks like he's 6'3"
Age: probably tha age of this Earth
Gender: Actually, angels don't have genders, but heck I'll call him a 'he'
Location: Up up in the heavens
Weapons: +5 Trumpet of Announcing, useful for whacking the rap out of demons and announcing news to everyone in this world, though it gets irritating listening to him announce things over and over again.
Armor: Archangel clothes.
Spells: Divine spells
Biography: (try to make this lengthy)
Gabriel, God's chief messenger. I'll be playing the role of relaying God's messages to everyone and also help the newbies by telling them what they should do next. God, I love this role! *roar* So, basically, I'm Pen's no. 2 helper. ^^;;

Name: The Hurricane

Race: Super Hero

Height / weight: 5'7 210 lbs..

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Location: Soaring overhead, determined to keep peace between the countries

Weapons: Superpowers and The Handheld Hurricane, a sword containing a surplus of power

Armor: Hurricane Outfit (doubles as snug, flexable, durable armor)

Superpowers: Extreme strength, Incredible sight, Flight, Power over elements of a Hurricane (Wind, Rain, Lightning, ect.)

Identifying Marks: Hurricane gear, a Hurricane symbol tattooed on his right bicep

Biography: The Hurricane is a Superhero who uses the incredible powers God gave him to defend the innocent and protect Truth and Justice. He has no sidekick yet and stands by himself in the way of malice and evil. His incredible powers have earned him a reputation with innocents as their hero and protector.

His only weapon, aside from his fists and powers, is The Handheld Hurriucane, a magical sword that helps the Hurricane channel his powers when he's weak. The sword is unspeakably sharp, but spends most of its time in its scabbard on The Hurricane's hip. If someone else touches the weapon, it disappears in a flurry of wind and transports back to The Hurricane's scabbard.

His trademark quote, "Watch out! There's a Hurricane comin' through!", is known throughout the world. Though few take him seriously at first, due to his tights and dark green hair, few that have fought him deny his skills. Whenever The Hurricane arrives, you can count on him, or one of the bystanders, shouting his catch phrase. He has been knighted in several kingdoms and is known throughout the land as the most powerful verified Paladin on the earth.

Name:HHH(Triple H)
Race: Cybernetic Assisan
Age:y725897238974891237481237-asfjklsdjkl
Gender:Male
Location:somewhere over the rainbow of blood
Weapons:Sledge hammer
Armor: A tux Armor(a busisness suit,really)
Spells: 1 The Pedigree- which HHH slams them on the ground 2Pedigree V.2 Where he slams your head on the ground 3 Call for help Where he calls for he partners in his group eviloution

Bio:Born in the depths of hell, has a passion to kill people and rule the universe. With his partners in crime and his trusty sledge he goes on destruction sprees and kills people for no purpose at all.
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It may not be long,but i cant think of anything at this moment

Name: Lil John
Race: Gangsta
Height / weight: 5'8, 150 ounds
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Location: West Side
Weapons: 9mm
Armor: Black Leather Jacket
Spells: Marijuana Blossem, Doobie Suriken, Street Fight Rampage

Biography:

Lil John was born on a Marijuana infested planet in the West side of the Universe. He breathed his first butt at the age of 5 and was soon out on the streets selling his catch. He soon controled the streets in a small gang he led. There he learned the Marijuana Blossem Technique. He was selling his bags and some rivil gang members jumped him. He was so F-ed up on his butts from this morning the world slowed down before him. Dodging the bullets he Street fought them until they where dead. He soon was hunted down by many gangs trying to gain control of his Drug Empire. With his new found skill he was able to defeat these wannabes alone. But was severly wounded in the process. He gained control of the goverment and soon the planet, turning his entire planet production of warships.

He created his Budunkadunk Carrior, which had the power of 10 of his normel carriors. He got a powerful crew and headed off into the universe looking for a planet to make his Marijuana crops. He searched many planets but none where fretile enough. He soon came to Earth, a Very Primative Earth. He would have to see how these humans worked and there lifestyle. Find there most growable spots and take the planet.

So he came...

Name: The Great Pillow Man
Race: ???

Height / weight: 6'0 something the slippers add a little / Not Fat

Hair: ???.

Eyes: ??? The pillows have black eye drawings on them.

Age: ?? Who the truck is he

Gender: Male Hopefully

Class: Comforter
Weapons: Sheets pillows, goose down pillows, bed spread

Identifying marks: Maybe the darn pillow on his head ll Duh ll

Cloth: Has a red bathroom robe on, and brown/beige slippers on. He also has a pillow on his head

Background: Last (and firstly) scene coming from the direction of a dragon camp. This guy is Guy has surprisingly mad it through a slew of towns uninjured despite the rampaging bandits. This Guy Has gained a reputation as being a hero or a do-gooder in different small towns.
No other Information is known about this character.

Danger Rating
C


(reason behind short bio will update wth story)

Name: Luncia
Race: Human (What the hell is a stoor?)
Height / weight: 5,9 and 120 pounds
Age: 19
Gender: gurl
Location: NYC
Weapons: True Ice Rune
Armor: My normal clothes, but a magic barier
Spells: Freezing, Ice Beams, Drop in Temperature, Iceicles, and Barriers.
Class: Sorceress
Biography: Well my abilities depend entirely on magic. Ice magic that is. Through the True Ice Rune. My special move is Winter Death. Self Explanatory; a huge blizzard destroying my enemy.
(O i get it, its supposed to be like some kind of made up story )

I gained the true ice rune at least ten years ago. After gaining it, i had a great talent with ice magic. I went to the magic school in Vane ( LOL ) and pushed it far. I am still at an early age of power when compared to others here. But unlike most people, I have comlete control over the True Ice Rune.

Now i am here.

BTW, can someone please tell me what a stoor is lol.
And how can i turn off my singniature?

Name: Lord clutter monkey
Race: Monkey
Height/Weight: 2'1.5" / 2500lbs
Age: 4 years 27 weeks 5 days 18 hours 42 minutes and 57 seconds (since that time he has not aged one bit, see bio)
Gender: Male last time he checked but still unsure and cannot check any more, see bio
Location: Bthungthumz in the county of Zainsipilu due west of the east side of his body
Weapons: Really fast tail that can move, rocks he can pick up
Appearance: Really fat monkeyish appearance
Armour: grease filled fur.
Spells: none.
Biography: Lord clutter monkey was one of the best monkeys around with a really high IQ of about two (really high for a speck of dust). Until he found the statue of the three monkeys that hear, see and speak no evil and unleashed there secret powers but that came with a price as now he is blind deaf and dumb (cant speak) so he sees, hears and speaks no evil but also does not ever age. Since then he has put on a little weight of about 2480lbs and grown a whole half an inch. He has several accidents a day from walking into things but he is getting less as he can kind of feel the change in air pressure and move when it gets denser.

I'll get you a link of a good first person poster >_>. Lets see...*googles for Alocer Danya*
Edit: Oh yes Seluna. Third person IS easier to write then first, but thats exactly why some people do it. You know what they say, you have to try everything in the world.

Ah, after some searching for Avalanche Online... Here... IT IS!



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The metro swayed gently as it made its way through downtown Drall, its deisel engine spewing black smoke. The urban sprawl was amazing, if you didnt know better, you would never guess this was a desert planet. There were three people on board besides the driver and me; a man with sunglasses and a good deal of black paraphanalia, some crazy homeless guy, and a chubby little kid, who looked about 13. My interests focused on the little kid --the man in black was probably just some government spook out to get someone other than me, so i tried to let him be-- the other two got off without paying after about 2 stops anyhow. This kid was looking around nervously, he obviously didnt ride the metro often. I figured he had to be in 8th, maybe 9th grade. He had an un-tucked plaid button down shirt, and khaki pants; his hair was reddish-brown.

I like to watch people. Not in any sick way, its partially because i dont trust people, but more because I enjoy thinking about individual lives. Ever since the accident, I've thought about a lot of stuff differently. Maybe its this thing they put in my head. Maybe its just a newfound respect for life. Who the ##### knows.

The kid began moving around some, so my attention focused back on him. Who is he? As I search for clues about his persona, he pulls an algebra book out from his backpack and begins doing some problems. An algebra book? that means he is either an 8th grader, or a dumb 9th grader. but he doesn't have the look of being dumb, hes chubby. the chubby kids are always good at math. Suddenly he has a name. Joey? no. Carl? yes. Carl. He would be a good kid, not into drugs of any sort. The thought of drugs made my mind wander, and I reached into my bag to paw the kilo of coke --just to make sure it was still there-- and to grab a beer. That kilo was the last of my stash. It was a tough decision, sell it and have a bit of money, or keep it for myself and use it. I knew for a fact that there was none left on this god forsaken planet, and I hoped that the stupid assed quarantine would be lifted.


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I got off the metro a block or two away from my hotel. It was one of those really crummy hotels that accepts cash payments up front, and even has hourly rates. In the basement is a dingy little bar. Its filled mostly with criminals, but it has good beer and live music more often than not. Come to think about it, everybody staying in the building was a criminal, short of old Ms. Kralt on the 7th floor. She had been living there for a good 4 decades.

I scan the pub when i walk in. the smoke is so thick you could cut it with a knife. Synthetic tobacco naturally, the king of kouraja could barely afford organic. My eye immediatly catches a shifty eyed patron in the back, playing cards. he seems to keep his eyes on the people coming in the door more than on his own hand though. I walk up, sit down, and ask to be dealt in next hand. Most of these guys are in pretty sad shape. Horribly addicted to gambling. One of em even loses a military grade M-53 assault frame. I try my best to memorize their faces as they would be excelent targets for a good scam should I ever see them again. But not shifty-eyes. he keeps betting small and winning small, keeping a low profile. the others come and go, but me and shifty just keep playing cards and drinking. At about 4 am, its just a CleanBot, the bartender, him, and me left in the place. even the band packed up and left. We get a bit friendly, and he makes a proposition to me.

It turns out his name is Dmetri, he's one of the chaps that the king is looking for. He heard about my skills with computers and security (im a bit boastful when im drunk) and my unique biomodification circumstances. he asks me to meet him at an old warehouse at 1500 hours tomorrow.


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Its 1430 and the metro is swaying gently on its way to the industrial district. Im alone, I gambled away half my kilo of yey last night, and all my beer is gone. The rain coming down is dark grey with soot from the sky.

Dmetri was wating for me at the warehouse, along with 15 other men --one of whom wore a large hat and introduced himself as Commodore Perry--, 8 well-worn frames, and two ships. The Queen Annes Revenge being one of them, a VC-625 Imperial class interceptor (room for 10 frames, plentiful cargo space, min crew of 5 - max 15, 2 forward facing offencive 'cold' fusion cannons, and 4 rear facing defensive auto-turrets). Dmetri introduces himself as the captian of the Khmer Rouge; a D-702 scout (no room for frames, slightly limited cargo space, min crew of 3, max of 6, 1 plasma turret on top, one on bottom, and sporting still-experimental StealthDrive technology, making the ship's presence indetectable to anything other than touch.)

Dmetri: "We understand that you are very good with computers, and security. Is this true?"

Felix: "Yeah, you could say that."

He hands me a map with a location circled in red pen. i fold it and put it in my wallet.

Dmetri: "Excellent. Now, should you *accidentally* break into this building and get into the computer on the 23rd floor (cerial #9986372), it should have an official passcode that can be used to get through the blockaid surrounding the planet. There is a minefield so tightly woven covering the intire planet, that not even the Khmer Rouge can get through--let alone an imperial class interceptor with no cloaking abilities."

Felix: "Whats in it for me?"

Perry: ::laughs:: "Spoken like a true opportunist! Should you complete this task, you, and any partners you might have (up to 5, including you) will have safe passage to the system of your choice, and the opportunity to join our ranks, as pirates."

Felix: "you'll be here, I assume?"

Dmetri: "Naturally."

Felix: "great. ill keep in touch."

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This was posted by CodenameXXI from Avalanche Online, in the RP of IC: Intermundia Heaven .

That place makes us look like a bunch of new member RPers.

Read for yourself if you hadn't ever been there http://www.avalancheonline.com/forums/showthread.php?t=11252

Name: Kyako
Race: Goddess
Height / weight: Perfect
Age: Ageless
Gender: Female
Location: Temple of the Fire Dragon / Osaka, Japan
Weapons: Fans of Flame
Armor: Crimson Gi
Spells:
Tsatsurugu -- Envelops Kyako's body in a ball of fire.

Oni Hakuradai -- Forms multiple spheres of plasma that can be manipulated by the used at will.

Hassai Shinobi Isshi -- Kyako's entire form is enrobed in fiery plasma. She slams her body into her foes with incredible speed.

Biography: Kyako is the Shinto goddess of fire and the flames. Her power used to be feared far and wide but has weakened over the many centuries due to the loss of followers and worshippers. She sits quietly in her temple, observing the mortal world using a magic crystal sphere. Her beauty is only rivaled by her vanity and her ability to manipulate fire. She and Satan have a long standing argument over who is the real master of hellfire.

Name: Dengel (Den-jel) Hartlock

Race: Half-human/half-demon

Height / weight: 5'5 ft/99 lbs

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Location:

Weapons: Bow and arrow and two daggers. Her weapons all contain a poison element which gradually eats away the victim's energy. (Gradually = very slowly)

Armor: Wavy clothes that allows her to dodge melee attacks with a bracelet that allows detection of magic within a miles range.

Spells: Kaze no chikara - Defensive spell that enhances strength of her weapons.

Seduction - With eye contact, she is able to make anyone do what she wants the person to do.

A rather large range of healing spells.

Class: Archer

Appearance: Purplish blue knee length hair usually in a ponytail. Left and right eyes are sky blue and crimson red respectively. Has only one wing which somehow got feathered but is still black in colour. Usually she keeps her wings ten times smaller than its normal size under her clothes.


Personality: Cheerful, optimistic and independent though she can get very introvert at times.

Biography: Dengel mother was a high-levelled succubus while her father was a human. Her mother died when the demons who got wind that she had given birth to a hybrid ambushed them a day after she gave birth and her father raised her himself. They often got attacked by demons who used the poor excuse of wanting 'rid their race of dirty blood'. In actual fact, they were just afraid of her as she inherited her mother's level of power.

Her father got killed in front of her when she was nine. As a result, she lost control and released a wave of power. She succeeded in annihilating the nearby demons but also alerted the other demons in the country of her presence causing her to chased by them all the time for a whole month.

She was then taken in by a kindly family(cliche i know) and lived with them for the following eight months of which she fully utilized to train her knifework and archery skills which she found that she had an affinity to.

However, they were attacked by another group of demons who had finally found her masked presence. She left the family after deciding that she had had enough of causing people trouble and took up travelling, becoming the world's youngest solo traveller.

This'll be fun! I've been meaning to join an RP for a while now, but I didn't want to interrupt anything. Let me know if I do something wrong.

Name: Lythin Ariara
Race: Elvaan
Height / Weight: 6' 4", 157 pounds
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Location: The lost kingdom of San D'Oria
Weapons: A large, heavy black bow is always equipped. A quiver of at least 25 steel arrows rests on his back.
Armor: A light vest and green ranger's cap, with two holes for his ears on top. A runed, emerald bangle on his right arm offers mild magical protection. Has two leather boots to shield his feet.
Spells:
Enfire - Infuses arrows with fire energy to add a small explosion to attacks.
Enfrost - Infuses arrows with ice energy to form a freezing bond with each attack.
Enthunder - Infuses arrows with lightning energy to conduct electricity with each attack.
Enholy - Infuses arrows with holy energy to inflict extra damage to unholy foes.
Endark - Infuses arrows with dark energy to inflict extra damage to holy foes.
Biography: The proverbial silent warrior. Very crafty and exceptionally accurate with the bow. His defense and strength leave something to be desired, as his body doesn't show much muscular resistance. He has long brown hair, parted in the middle, running down to his shoulders. He has a slender and long-limbed build. Usually only talks when necessary. Spends much time lost in thought. Lythin never acts rashly, and always has to have a plan for the situation. He grew up, never knowing his father. Practiced archery his entire life, learning from various Elvaan in his homeland. When his kingdom was destroyed in the War of the Beastmen, he allied with the remaining Elvaan forces to seek help in other kingdoms. A monster attack caused them to split up, and Lythin now wanders Vana'diel in search of his comrades.

Name: Emma
Race: Angelbird
Height / weight: 3'/ 60lbs
Age: 5
Gender: Female
Location: Unknown
Weapons: None
Armor: A little white dress
Spells: A strange gift to heal people with her flowers.
Biography: An orphan as a result of the war, Emma travels the lands, knowing only her name. She travels in search of the truth, and though only 5 years of age, is quite intelligent and has a knack for getting herself in trouble at times, but always pulls through unharmed. Her only goal is to find someone to take care of her, and her naivity allows her to be easily manipulated by higher powers.... Very religious, she puts her faith in God and believes that she is his child, and that is why she has no parents - nor memories of them for that matter - and she always seems to be able to get out of all her nasty confrontations with monsters safely. She has an unnatural ability to heal people with the flowers she plants....

Here is a picture of her:

The guy in black robes was merely another greedy human trying to claim the cave as his own. I suppose I should make a character profile for Rhys, though. Sorry about that!

Name: Rhys
Race: Human
Height / weight: 6'4"/150lbs
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Location: The village of Danya
Weapons: Longbow, staff
Armor: White robes
Spells: No magical capabilities whatsoever.
Biography: A wanderer, with a past unknown to anyone but himself, Rhys is a priest who sets out to try to end the war. His connections with a young girl named Emma are unknown, but he grows fond of her quickly, and the two, together, set out to try to reason with the greedy humans fighting over the cave. He soon finds out that Emma is not human - In fact, she's an angelbird, one capable of granting wishes to those with a good heart, and he hopes that maybe someday she will grow strong enough to grant his wish - to end the war, but this is extremely unlikely, as he does not realize that she is unable to bend the wills of others....

He quickly discovers that Emma is very similar to his long lost brother. Almost too similar. Nearly five years ago, his brother died as result of the war, soon after, his wife, who was somehow different from ordinary humans, was abducted, and believed to be dead. They left behind a little girl, who ran away before she could be sent to an orphanage.