FREE FORM STORY

In a world where monsters dwell, and demons pray on the innocent, there is a hero....

But that isn't quite the story here. In a small country, near a tiny town, there is an orphanage. It has always been home to the lost children of Pharem. A woman by the name of Tinesial has always lived there, an ancient druid she was. One day, for reasons no one can explain, she died. The youngest of the children in the orphanage, a boy of five, by chance found a note from Tinesial. It read,

Dear Children,

If you have found this, than I am dead. But not all is lost. My will is hidden, and with it are great secrets that will for you, and your children to come, prove to be of great necesity. The way there starts at a small town east of here, but I tell you now, the path wil not be easy, and if you are to succeed, you will all have to go.

The oldest of the children read it aloud. The children all looked at her. Then, for reasons they don't even know, they began to pack their bags.

Our story begins 100 years later, after the children left their adventure to their children, and even some their childrens' chidren.

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Note: Only humans will be used, here are the classes.


DRUID: A class of powerful magic users, they can do many things. From taking on the form of a mighty bear, to bringing the power of the storms to your door step. Most of them monks, they hone their melee skills as well, and don't use steal weapons or armour.

WARRIOR: This class of men reffers strictly to their swords and sheilds as a weopon. They do not beleive in magic, and most train from sun up to sun down to hone their skills.

THEIF: Deadly in the nights, these fighters prefer to stalk their opponents, rather than face them head on. Also known as assassins, they are truly a deadly foe.

SUMMONER: Since the beggining of time, these people have studied the ways of passing to and from death and life. They can summon golems, demons, angels, the spirits of the dead, and the greatest of them can even summon forth the power of the gods.

RANGER: These are simple men and women. They are your common folk of the farm. Except they are highly skilled in both ranged and melee combat. This class uses bows, and swords, however they wield not a sheild, for they feel it blocks their veiw of the prey.

ACROBAT: They are nimble, and agile. In battle they reffer to speed and agility rather than power. But you mainly will them in the circus performing. They are also skilled with alchemy and healing.

CLERIC: A healer. They are powerful weilders of the war hammer, and battle axe. Most of them are massive in size, and fearfully powerful. They can, and do, focus most of their pyhsical energy into healing magic though.

If you hve any other class ideas, pm me the idea, and if I approve of the idea, I will post it up here.

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Character Template:

Your character will require these descriptions

Name:

Age:(Between 12 and 60 years of age please)

Gender:

Class:

Appearance:

History: (Only for those above age 15)

Equipment:

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Here is my character.

Name: Dalren

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Class: Druid

Appearance: He is 6'6", and weighs 160lbs. He has a slender and muscular form. His eyes are deep green. His hair is dirty blonde and shoulder length. He wears a pair of tattered pants with tears along the bottoms of the legs.

History: After school (they only receive seven years of schooling) he began to train under his mentor again, whom took him in after birth. Soon though, he received a letter from his mother and father, both of them children of the children of the old abbondoned orphanage. He left his mentor and headed for the old orphanage.

Equipment: He carries no weopons, but he does have a ring that will enhance his abbility to alter nature and shape shift.

MADE AN EDIT.

Name: N/A (calls himself 'Paul')

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Class: Summoner

Appearance: Standing 5' 6'' with a thin waist little muscle, Paul has full emerald green eyes(no pupil etc..all green) with light skin that easily burns. Hes got long black hair down to his shoulders with neon green highlights (they're natural, however). He wears a tight brown shirt with loose black pants

History: A drop out from school, along with a group of his friends. Mostly ranging in thieves and druids. Warriors loved their schooling and they disliked Paul and his group for dropping out. Their group figured they could train better amongst themselves rather than have some school know-it-all self-centered teacher bark at them for not trying hard enough. As time went on the two started fighting, Paul's group and the school Warriors. Paul, himself however never fought or showed what he was. He knew who was a thief or a druid in his group, but they didn't know he was a summoner until the day they lost one of the brawls.
"Ha ha, we've got you now, punk." Said the leader of the Warrior gang, "Time to dispose of you for the trash you are!" he raised hes sword to strike down upon Paul. He closed his eyes but didn't move, and when Paul opened his eyes they glowed with intense fury. The ground beneath all of them started to shake and crumble as if they were about to fall into an abyss. The warriors all had scared looks across their faces. "Cocky chivalrous know-it-alls.. don't even know whom their messing with." Paul muttered under his breath raising his hand. "Bury them! Bury them all!" he yelled to no one. The warrior fell off balance from the shaking and missed his swing at Paul, large rock-like hands around from the ground consuming him, and his friends. "Sir!! Help! Their Everywhere!.. Gaaah" they all were doomed. Paul turned around and picked up his friends using some golems he summoned soon after the disposal of the warriors leaving them buried up to their necks in the ground. All his friends were uncontentious, so his secret remained between him and his pals. He laid them down on each of their beds, like a father would do to his children after arriving at their home. When all of it was finished he did as he usual did.. which was sitting on the roof looking down towards the abandoned orphanage where his great grand parents grew up.

Equipment: His clothes and his brain.

Name: Muse Gemini

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Class: Thief

Appearance: Muse is very tall for a girl, her height being just a little over 6'2" While she wouldn't tell you her weight last time she checked it was 135. She extemely skinny with ebon hair that reaches her nose, and pale skin. Her eyes are a bright green, that her mother used to call Stars made from Jade. She binds her chest with bandages to make her appear like a guy.

History: Muse never went to school, she never had enough money, not that she would've gone if she did. When she was 10 she witnessed her parents killed infront of her, not after making her mother and her do...things. She barely escaped, and since then she doesn't trust anyone, especailly men. Because of what happened when she was ten she pretends to be a man. Her parents had always stolen what they needed to survive so since she new no other way to stay alive she followed in suit, and being unaware of the quest she just lived her life as a thief, then one day she finds her self infront of old abandoned orphanage.

Equipment: Muse especcially likes to use daggers, but can use anything really to fight. She a pet rat that is always some where on her person except when she gets into a fight.

Both accepted, old-schooler, summoning plant life is a druid ability, you may want to edit it to something else. Note that Summoners are very simmilar to Necromancers, though less cruel.

((Here is my second character. No, you don't have to have two.))

Name: Windstroke

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Class: Acrobat

Appearance: She is about 6'6" and weighs a little over 150lbs. She is very slim, and slightly muscular. Her dirty blonde hair is down to her chin. She has small breast for a girl her age. She wears close to nothing, a strap of cloth to cover her breast, and a loin cloth on her lower body that covers both front and back. Her eyes, like her brothers, are deep green.

History: After refusing to go to school, she ran away from home. She wandered the streets, being picked on by homeless children. Soon, she was found by a circus. There she has acted for the last seven years, but now they are headed for an old orphanage, where Windstroke feels change.

My bad xD
Figured Druids were more of the storms and the meteor types of summoners.. I'll edit soon.

((Just a word of warning. I used to roleplay many years ago and I still occasionally, but I have never done it here. I would love to give it a try, so I am sorry if I am a bit more newbish compared to others. I will try my best and definetly stick with it as I have been thinking about giving this one a go.))

Name: Annaliese (Nick-named: Anna)

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Class: Ranger

Appearance: Annaliese is a whispy girl who is close to 5'6 and only weighs about 110. With her slight frame, she is hardly heard as she makes her way steathily through the forest. Most of her weight is bone, but she does have toned muscles especially on her arms and legs. Her hair is very long as if she let it fall, it would end at the small of her back. However, she mostly wears her hair up, but the sides fall down cover some of her eyes and face. Her hair is a deep brown like those of an old tree which match perfectly the dark brown pools of her eyes. Her skin is extremely pale with a milkey white complexion in her soft and subtle face. Her voice is soft and whispers like the wind as it touches anothers ear. She wears a bustier that is made of leather and hide. The bustier is connected to a pleated skirt made of the same material that falls a bit above her knees. Long stockings and boots make up her simple attire. The finishing touch are long gloves which cover her delicate fingers. A strap of her bow and a quiver of arrows is on her back which make up the bulk of her weapons. She has a simple dagger tucked away in her outfit for emergencies, but she relies mostly on her bow.

History: Annaliese does not recall her parents at all. Her earliest memories were of her living in the forest. Most of her contact at her young age was of the creatures she befriended throughout the years. She has always been timid of other humans especially those that would venture out into her forest. She spent many years in the forest behind the orphanage, just living on the land. She began to notice people begin to gather around the old orphanage as it was mostly abandonend for years. She would stay inside the empty walls whenever the weather became too bad. She was always drawn to the orphanage like it was a home that she could never forget.

Approved

Neko, u need to make ur posts longer..

Alright, will do. Sorry.

Name: Ryuujin

Age: 23

Gender: M

Class: Assassin

Appearance: He is 7'1", and weighs approximately 193 lbs. Moderatly muscular and slender. His eyes are red with a black outlining. He has short black hair covering his ears. He wears a tattered black cloak, tight muscle shirt, and skin tight pants with ragged bottoms.

History: His family abandoned him when he was about 5 years of age. He was living on the streets being a petty theif until an organization who takes care of orphans and trains them to become assassins found him. After that he was under the care of the organization teaching him all he needed to know about trickery and being a theif. The organization sent him to school all the way through college teaching him about the old ways. Apart from his studies he was being taught the art of assassination. He has no known family anymore. He has taken a vow of chastity as to not become involved with anyone making his missions harder to complete.

Equipment: Short sword, concealed dagger on the outside of his right ankle.

Name: Rohaun

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Class: Ranger

Appearance: Rohaun is 5'8" tall with a shoulder span of 50" Tipping the scales at 245lbs. Rohaun is very short and extremly strong. Not very muscularly defined in the stomach area but very built and rock solid. Short Brown hair and Hazel eyes. A beautiful smile that capture's the heart's of young girl's and older women alike. He walks not, but plods slowly and strongly. Small hands and small feet but large shoulders, chest, back, and arms. His body littered in scars and his face stern. He is right handed and is almost equally as skilled with his left hand. He wears crafted leathers, a light brown in the chest with leather shoulder gaurds. His boots, gloves, chest, back, shoulders, and armlets are all tailored from druid bear hide.

History: Raised primarly by nomads Rohaun was taken in at the age of 7 by a clan of warriors known as the "Ironclad Brotherhood." Here he learned the ways of the sword and learned to honor the old code. Respect, honesty, courage, and diplomacy. At the age of 15 he decided to leave the "Ironclad Brotherhood" as his beliefs on magic and his dislike for the shield were splintering to say the least. He then traveled alone for a year until employed by an expert marksmen. This newfound mentor taught him the ways of the archer and the hunter, traps, patience, and cover. At the age of 18 he then left his mentor marksmen yet again result of his stubborn views of patience and covert. His robust voice and broad build made it almost impossible to stay covert and under cover, and his limited pool of patience quickly ran dry during the hunt resulting in a steady miss of the arrow everytime. From his past he has taken the Art of swordsmenship and mastered it, along with a shaky skill in archery. His blade often times does his foe's justice in, but mainly Rohauns unforgiving strong limitless will drives him to victory. Rohaun is victim of a overly bloated sence of pride and self confidence and is more than easly labled cocky. Magority time though Rohaun is right inflating his ego more on, but when he is wrong he is typically wrong to the most intense degree. His head is hard and his rine is tough but his heart is soft. After leaving the marksmen, Rohaun is now wandering the countryside, following his heart. Drawn by something mythical or even magical, Rohaun wants only to know the things of the past, about who he is, where he came from, and where and why did his parents leave.

Equipment: Two swords, one taliored speacially for his right hand. A long sword lighter than most. His left handed weapon is a shorter sword. He also carries a bow crafted out of a magical tree known as the weeping willow. This bow is said to give the steadiest of shots and penatrate the thickest of hide, yet Rohaun cannot master the art of archery.
There is also a small hand blade consealed in his right boot.

First warning. If I don't see another IC post in two weeks, I'm dumping this into archive, alright?

go ahead and dump it, its not working here, but I got it going on another website.