Age of Heaven
In the beginning, there existed the Gods, and only them. They lived in the high heavens, a place of absolute beauty. Marble and gold, the architecture was the most amazing. Magic existed in a pure form, as blue energy, running throughout the high heavens in glass tubes. The Gods thrived, living peacefully. Until of course one of the Gods found herself wondering where they came from. She searched for thousands of years, before finding her answer. A powerful place, which was outside of the universe, outside of existence. This place contained the World Stone, a large solid piece of matter glowing bright blue and sparking electricity. Mana in a solid form, crystallized and condensed. She touched the stone and used it's power to create the Earth. A blue planet existing in space, functioning on laws similar to those in the high heavens. Upon the Earth she placed the first beings, Nephalem. The Nephalem were very similar in power to the Gods, but were capable of one thing the Gods were not: Imagination, creativity. The ability to change.
Age of War
After the creation of Earth and the Nephelem, a war broke out among the Gods. They were split, half believing the new world should be destroyed, the other believing it should be left alone. It was in this war that the Gods started becoming single entities of certain emotions and behaviors, rather than individuals. There are hundreds of Gods, but only ten truly powerful ones.Their names are the same as we use to represent their attributes. Fire, lightning, War, Space, and Fear for the destruction of the Nephelem, ice, water, Hope, Time, and Justice for letting them live. The war ensued.. The gold and marble constructs of the High Heavens stained red with blood and corruption. It was in the end that Justice, alone, was able to defeat all of them. They were locked in various prisons on the new Earth for eternity.
Age of Earth
In time, Earth grew. The Nephelems powers faded, from almost god-like to human like. Time passed. The now Humans worshiped the Gods, and thanked them for life. A very few people remained pure blood Nephelem, these people were mages and great warriors. But while the Gods bathed in the worship of humanity.. Those who were banished on the Earth slowly awakened, and broke free.
Age of Chaos
After the banished Gods, the Lords of Chaos, broke free of their prisons they set about taking over the humans. Humanities greatest armies fell to the Gods, and their awakened armies of demons. Castles crumbled. Men died, children slaughtered, and women burned. Chaos had almost taken over the entire world, when one castle stood in the way. Castle "Nephelem", held by general Zack Unisaki, a pure blood Nephelem and his elite soldiers. Various messengers have been sent around the world, asking for any Nephelem to join Zack at his castle, to form an army, and take the world back.
Rules
1. No meta, power, or god modding. The usual.
2. Your age must be between 16-40
3.Your power isn't that great - If compared to a "demi-God", you are less powerful. You will become more powerful.
4. Your character is allowed to be evil, however it's greatly discouraged - The Lords of Chaos don't let nephalem join their ranks, and you'd be all alone against both sides
5. By joining this RP, you agree that I, as the GM of the topic, have the right to at any time to remove your character if I see fit, and to describe certain things for your character (Such as a sudden feeling of dread due to a nearby God, or something of that nature.)
Application
You've just entered the castle, walking under the large gate. The walls are huge, easily ten feet tall, made of silver glowing brick. Mages stand around, drawing various protective spells in the air. Large pieces of artillery line the walls, some firing on targets you can't see. Battalions of soldiers march, practicing their weapon skills, and so on. You walk into a large tent which was labeled "Recruitment." A younger man, about the age of twenty five, approaches you and hands you a sheet of paper. His hair is beach blond, his eyes blue. He was fairly muscular, and on his hips were two one handed swords. "Hey there, I'm general Zack. Need you to fill this out, just a formality."
Name: Arthur Peterson
Age: 25
Personality: Arthur is a cautious yet serious person, preferring to stay out of trouble but will fight if necessary. He has a strong sense of morals and often flatly refuses to break them. He doesn't mind being alone, but prefers to be with friends. He may seem quiet at times and has a natural curiosity which can conflict with his cautious personality.
Appearance: Arthur is a bit taller than the average with light brown hair. He is thin but wiry. His hair is short and his eyes are a hazel colour. His skin is a light colour but not so much that it seems abnormally pale. He wears a white shirt and dark blue trousers with a pair of brown shoes. He wears a dark green coat over the top of this.
Power: Force projection, Arthur can project psychic energy into shields and into orbs that can be shot at enemies for some damage, but not very much. It is mostly used to push things away, it does this best when used in a pulse.
Favored weapon: Arthur prefers to use his power to fight, however he does use daggers as well.
Backstory:
Arthur's early life was much like most people's, he grew up in a small town not too far from a larger city. As a child he would play with the other children of the town, chasing each other or whatever other game they made up. The games slowly came to a stop as he grew up. The games were replaced with learning, learning how to read, how to write, mathematics, and history. Both of Arthur's parents were mages and intended to teach him magic when his powers surfaced, however it was taking a long time for them to appear which began to make Arthur and his parent's worry.
This life continued until Arthur was 19, when his powers surfaced. He was studying, becoming frustrated at a problem that he couldn't solve when suddenly a burst of psychic energy knocked everything off the table in front of him. He jumped out of his chair in shock, which caused another burst to occur. It took him a few moments to realise it was him causing this. A smile crept onto his face, he was delighted at the fact that his abilities finally surfaced. After this his studies included magic and magical lore.
Six years after Arthur's abilities surfacing, the Lords of Chaos broke free. He didn't know about that event until a man, who looked like he had been running for days, appeared in the centre of town. He yelled and shouted hysterically about the Lords of Chaos being free, and that they had already destroyed his home town. Arthur remembered reading about the Lords of Chaos in one of the magical lore books, and listened to the man. A day later Arthur left the town along with anyone else who listened to the man. He never heard what happened to his home town, but assumed the worst. He walked from town to town until he came across a messenger. The messenger was calling for the assistance of any pure blood Nephelem to go to Castle Nephelem and help form an army. Arthur left for the castle immediately, wanting to help stop the Lords of Chaos's advance, he arrived two days later.
Fare, I'm ok with your power, but I do want you to promise me you'll keep it in moderation. You haven't been using it long - and yes, it's still magic, so it takes mana to use. It's pretty consuming to create an inter-dimensional portal two hundred meters away. Your ability should only be for occasional purposes, especially since in this you don't just randomly regain your strength, it's quite a slow process.
Will start on the IC after one more accepted person. Working on my app right now.
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Hello! This thread sounds very interesting, but I'm fairly new to forum roleplay. I was wondering if you were looking for more experienced roleplayers or if you would be ok with a newbie like me joining.
Hello! This thread sounds very interesting, but I'm fairly new to forum roleplay. I was wondering if you were looking for more experienced roleplayers or if you would be ok with a newbie like me joining.
I do not mind teaching, however I'd prefer if you messaged me on an IM service such as Skype or Steam (I won't be asking for a call or video chat, just IM to make life easier.) I can help you get situated with text roleplay and such. If you want to do this, please add me on Steam or Skype, for both of which my username is Zamorak789.
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Name: Callandra Maradottir
Age: 20
Personality: Callandra is a quiet person, but usually always voices her opinion. Even from a young age she tended to stay away from large crowds of people and keep to herself. Her magic abilities are weak, and she prefers using her daggers for combat. Sometimes hostile to people she doesn’t know, she can be stubborn and has a hard time trusting and opening up to people.
Appearance: Naturally pale, but not sickly so, Callandra is considered tall for her age. She has piercing grey eyes and shoulder length dark brown hair. She wears leather trousers, high laced boots and a metal bodice for protection. On her belt hangs her 2 daggers and a small leather pouch for carrying herbs and bandages. The cord wrapped around her wrist was her mother’s hair tie and the white hooded cloak she wears was her father’s. She is also very slender and instead of being incredibly strong, she is agile and fast.
Power: Fire Conjuring/ Projection. She usually channels flames through her daggers, but if they are unavailable she is able to conjure flames with her bare hands. A flame cannot be kept alive for very long and usually come in bursts or when she feels an extremely strong emotion.
Favored weapon: Callandra uses 2 daggers and rarely uses her power, due to it’s weakness and her fear of losing control.
Backstory: Callandra was born into a small family, in a small town. Her mother stayed at home and took care of her and her older brother, while their father would travel to the larger cities to work in the markets. Growing up, Callandra and her brother Gregar were extremely close, when the other children would tease her, they would get a visit from her brother. And suddenly they wouldn’t tease her anymore.
Callandra’s powers started to show when she turned 10 years, although they were weak, she still managed to get a fire going for her family in the harsh winter. Her mother, being the only other mage in the family, worked with Callandra on her magic, but only slight improvement was made. Seeing this wasn’t going to work her father decided to teach both Callandra and Gregar to fight. By the time Callandra was 15, her skill with daggers had surpassed her brother and even father.
A year later her brother came down with an extremely rare illness, making him bedridden. Her father traveled to find a cure, but if he ever did, Callandra wouldn’t know. Her father never returned home. Assuming he had been killed or starved from the harsh winter, Callandra and her mother were left to care for Gregar. Taking care of her brother quickly took time from Callandra’s studies, leading her to eventually quit them all together. Withdrawing from everyone more and more, her mother decided that in the new spring Callandra would be going to the closest city ((name?)) to have time to herself and away from town. So at age 19 Callandra set off, she stayed there for 5 months before hearing that the Lords of Chaos had broken free. Fearing the worst she rushed home. She arrived to smoke, smoke and death. Bodies of children, fathers, mothers, all in a pile in the town square. She broke down right there, seeing her family among the bodies, screaming she released a huge bout of fire that traveled over the bodies and buildings, eventually dying out in the sky. When she finally looked up, she saw through her tear stained vision, a man with a gash on his leg and blood running down the side of his face, incoherently muttering about “Nephelem” and “The Final Castle”. Picking herself up, she set her face in an emotionless mask and went back to the city. When she arrived for the second time, people cleared out of the way, seeing the cold expression on her face. This is where she saw the messenger, and this is when she left for the castle, swearing vengeance.
Personality: Callandra is a quiet person, but usually always voices her opinion. Even from a young age she tended to stay away from large crowds of people and keep to herself. Her magic abilities are weak, and she prefers using her daggers for combat. Sometimes hostile to people she doesn’t know, she can be stubborn and has a hard time trusting and opening up to people.
Appearance: Naturally pale, but not sickly so, Callandra is considered tall for her age. She has piercing grey eyes and shoulder length dark brown hair. She wears leather trousers, high laced boots and a metal bodice for protection. On her belt hangs her 2 daggers and a small leather pouch for carrying herbs and bandages. The cord wrapped around her wrist was her mother’s hair tie and the white hooded cloak she wears was her father’s. She is also very slender and instead of being incredibly strong, she is agile and fast.
Power: Fire Conjuring/ Projection. She usually channels flames through her daggers, but if they are unavailable she is able to conjure flames with her bare hands. A flame cannot be kept alive for very long and usually come in bursts or when she feels an extremely strong emotion.
Favored weapon: Callandra uses 2 daggers and rarely uses her power, due to it’s weakness and her fear of losing control.
Backstory: Callandra was born into a small family, in a small town. Her mother stayed at home and took care of her and her older brother, while their father would travel to the larger cities to work in the markets. Growing up, Callandra and her brother Gregar were extremely close, when the other children would tease her, they would get a visit from her brother. And suddenly they wouldn’t tease her anymore.
Callandra’s powers started to show when she turned 10 years, although they were weak, she still managed to get a fire going for her family in the harsh winter. Her mother, being the only other mage in the family, worked with Callandra on her magic, but only slight improvement was made. Seeing this wasn’t going to work her father decided to teach both Callandra and Gregar to fight. By the time Callandra was 15, her skill with daggers had surpassed her brother and even father.
A year later her brother came down with an extremely rare illness, making him bedridden. Her father traveled to find a cure, but if he ever did, Callandra wouldn’t know. Her father never returned home. Assuming he had been killed or starved from the harsh winter, Callandra and her mother were left to care for Gregar. Taking care of her brother quickly took time from Callandra’s studies, leading her to eventually quit them all together. Withdrawing from everyone more and more, her mother decided that in the new spring Callandra would be going to the closest city ((name?)) to have time to herself and away from town. So at age 19 Callandra set off, she stayed there for 5 months before hearing that the Lords of Chaos had broken free. Fearing the worst she rushed home. She arrived to smoke, smoke and death. Bodies of children, fathers, mothers, all in a pile in the town square. She broke down right there, seeing her family among the bodies, screaming she released a huge bout of fire that traveled over the bodies and buildings, eventually dying out in the sky. When she finally looked up, she saw through her tear stained vision, a man with a gash on his leg and blood running down the side of his face, incoherently muttering about “Nephelem” and “The Final Castle”. Picking herself up, she set her face in an emotionless mask and went back to the city. When she arrived for the second time, people cleared out of the way, seeing the cold expression on her face. This is where she saw the messenger, and this is when she left for the castle, swearing vengeance.
Other: Don’t think so
New? This quality? Accepted. A million times accepted. Love the writing style, love your attention to detail, couldn't have done better myself.
Alright, after a couple days, I have come up with my character's application. Here it is.
Name: Neo Kalxianos
Age: 25
Personality: At first, he appears to be somewhat shy and perhaps unapproachable, but he's really quite friendly, if slightly eccentric. He's not usually one to start conflict, but he isn't one to back down either. He can be slightly unpredictable, though.
Appearance:
Power: He has control over the forces of light and darkness, casting light magic with his right hand and dark magic with his left. His magic gives form to the immaterial light and darkness, allowing it to actually damage flesh.
Favored weapon: His primary weapon is magic, with little more than a small curved machete to fall back on.
Backstory: As a young child, Neo had a tendency to remain aloof from big groups, always trying to stay separate from the bigger groups. He never liked the possibility of being the absolute center of attention, so he usually stayed away. He had a few close friends, but he normally tried to interact as little as possible with people other than his family and close friends. This was back when he was roughly 8.
His parents were hard-working people, and they worked very hard to provide him with food and a shelter. That is, until he found his magical powers. One day when he was 13, he was simply hanging out with one of his friends, when something very weird happened. They were having a conversation when his right hand was covered in a brilliant aura, and his left hand was consumed by a dark shadow. After several seconds of this, the two forces exploded outward in a brilliant wave of energy, destroying everything in the nearby vicinity and ultimately taking his friend's life. He couldn't believe what had just happened, but he couldn't help but sit on his knees, weeping over his deceased friend for hours until he couldn't cry anymore.
When he got home, he had explained what had happened to his parents, and they were shocked. Still they loved him, and they tried to help him gain control of his abilities. Ultimately, he finally gained control over his powers at age seventeen, continuing to train even after.
Then, a little more than a year before the present, the city he lived in was razed to the ground. Demonic beings burned everything in sight, leaving a trail of mangled corpses and burning debris in their wake. He attempted to stand up to one of these demons, only to be smashed into a building and knocked unconscious.
When he awoke, his life had changed. Everything he had ever known, everything he ever loved laid before him in a smoldering pile of ashes and dust. He couldn't help but cry over his loss as he wandered the ruins of his hometown. As he sifted through the ruins of his old house, he found a tiny stuffed cat, his favorite toy as a kid, and knew right then and there that his life has shattered around him.
Now, after hearing about Castle Nephalem, he's made his way to the castle to see what he could do to help.
Other: Nope, it looks pretty good dude.
"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
((Consider me interested, almost done with the app but I need a little more time. App to follow.))
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Alright, after a couple days, I have come up with my character's application. Here it is.
Name: Neo Kalxianos
Age: 25
Personality: At first, he appears to be somewhat shy and perhaps unapproachable, but he's really quite friendly, if slightly eccentric. He's not usually one to start conflict, but he isn't one to back down either. He can be slightly unpredictable, though.
Appearance:
Power: He has control over the forces of light and darkness, casting light magic with his right hand and dark magic with his left. His magic gives form to the immaterial light and darkness, allowing it to actually damage flesh.
Favored weapon: His primary weapon is magic, with little more than a small curved machete to fall back on.
Backstory: As a young child, Neo had a tendency to remain aloof from big groups, always trying to stay separate from the bigger groups. He never liked the possibility of being the absolute center of attention, so he usually stayed away. He had a few close friends, but he normally tried to interact as little as possible with people other than his family and close friends. This was back when he was roughly 8.
His parents were hard-working people, and they worked very hard to provide him with food and a shelter. That is, until he found his magical powers. One day when he was 13, he was simply hanging out with one of his friends, when something very weird happened. They were having a conversation when his right hand was covered in a brilliant aura, and his left hand was consumed by a dark shadow. After several seconds of this, the two forces exploded outward in a brilliant wave of energy, destroying everything in the nearby vicinity and ultimately taking his friend's life. He couldn't believe what had just happened, but he couldn't help but sit on his knees, weeping over his deceased friend for hours until he couldn't cry anymore.
When he got home, he had explained what had happened to his parents, and they were shocked. Still they loved him, and they tried to help him gain control of his abilities. Ultimately, he finally gained control over his powers at age seventeen, continuing to train even after.
Then, a little more than a year before the present, the city he lived in was razed to the ground. Demonic beings burned everything in sight, leaving a trail of mangled corpses and burning debris in their wake. He attempted to stand up to one of these demons, only to be smashed into a building and knocked unconscious.
When he awoke, his life had changed. Everything he had ever known, everything he ever loved laid before him in a smoldering pile of ashes and dust. He couldn't help but cry over his loss as he wandered the ruins of his hometown. As he sifted through the ruins of his old house, he found a tiny stuffed cat, his favorite toy as a kid, and knew right then and there that his life has shattered around him.
Now, after hearing about Castle Nephalem, he's made his way to the castle to see what he could do to help.
Other: Nope, it looks pretty good dude.
Accepted. Apologies for he late reply, was busy yesterday
((Question, me and a friend of mine are planning on interconnecting our biographies. Something along the lines of being childhood friends and travelling together to Castle Nephelem. Of course, he'll make an app of his own. I just wanted to ask, would this be an 'ok' thing to do?))
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((Question, me and a friend of mine are planning on interconnecting our biographies. Something along the lines of being childhood friends and travelling together to Castle Nephelem. Of course, he'll make an app of his own. I just wanted to ask, would this be an 'ok' thing to do?))
That's fine.
Apologies to everyone, my computer has temporarily exploded, and is in the process of getting fixed. I am using a back up temporarily, but I won't be able to be as active until my PC is fixed. I will respond as much as possible.
Again, I apologize
Right, my apologies for the extremely long wait. I had to take several entrance exams through the course of the month and it required my full attention. My friend who was planning to join had decided to quit the rp so I'll be tweaking my app. Expect the app within the day.
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Rowan is a proud person, willing to contest a claim to something(if he truly desires it), even if it means going to extremes to do so. He is somewhat close-minded, disliking shiftier folk like rogues and assassins(for being mysterious), mages and magic-users(for potentially harboring evil magic, and for lacking proper skill-at-arms) and cowardly people in general.
However, Rowan always gives credit and respect where it is due, whether it be a simple task(such as a small delivery errand) or a tremendous feat(such as following an order to death). He prefers to lead and command by example, instead of staying on the sidelines.
Rowan's sense of morality is well-defined and rigid, defending the weak and innocent always seemed to appeal to him. He is also loyal, perhaps a little too much so; willing to die for his comrades-at-arms and innocent people. All in all, Rowan is a great friend to his allies, and a deadly foe to his adversaries.
Rowan, while friendly enough, has an extreme distrust towards anything that may seem like an "evil" magic. He despises hexes, curses, and necromancy but treats combat magic such as pyromancy, cyromancy and other similar schools of
magic with disdain. The only magic Rowan truly respects is healing magic.
Appearance:
Rowan is a muscular figure, standing taller than most folk. His eyes are a light blue color whilst his jet black hair is of a relatively medium length, the tips almost touching the collar of his shirt, if he was wearing one without his armor. His skin is toned to the point of a slight tan, nicely accentuating his dominant stature.
When Rowan is not in any immediate combat(i.e. sleeping, eating, etc.), he usually wears a common linen shirt and its accompanying breeches. Most of the time however, he dons his massive plate armor, underneath which is a layer of chainmail. The armor itself has seen better days, it sports a dull and somewhat dirty coating of black steel. The chestplate seems to have had a hole in the center, only sealed by a hastily-fused metal plate of a different color, making it stand out. The pauldrons are large and bulky, its bronze trim makes the shoulderplates stand out. Strangely, the chausses, greaves, and sabatons of the armor seem to be in relatively good condition. When Rowan is travelling or needs some additional warmth during harsh weather, he usually puts on a plain, dark green traveler's cloak. The armor, combined with his general appearance almost makes him look like a veteran or a patchwork knight of some
sort.
Rowan prefers to keep his weapons close to him, as such, he has a sheath for his shortsword attached to the front of his chestpiece for emergencies. His massive swordbreaker is held in place(his back, to be specific) by a few straps for easier removal. Rowan's other "accessories" include a small satchel(containing bandages, poultices, and various other useful things)at his waist, a drinking horn(usually filled with spiced wine or some other alcohol), and a worn iron pendant adorned with a strange blue gemstone that serves as a momento of sorts.
Power:
Rowan can channel his mana into solid shapes and forms. He can use this power to bolster his weapons, armor, or surroundings. Usually, Rowan uses this ability to summon ethereal weaponry and use it to strike from afar(or increase the damage up close). There are limits to this power however: the mana cost increases proportionally to the size and complexity of the projection(e.g. several daggers would be relatively easy to summon whilst casting a projection of an "avatar(basically a summoned soldier that acts based on Rowan's command)" or a giant blade to smite enemies from above would be more difficult). Additionally, the farther away Rowan is from his projection, the less strength it would have (summoning a shield to his side would be at full strength while summoning a barrier to barricade a nearby door wouldn't be as strong, etc.), but as long as Rowan has physical contact with the projection, it will remain at full strength(he may also pump more mana into it to bolster it, if he feels so inclined). The mana pool within Rowan is unique in the sense that it is linked to his physical stamina. He can run around, become tired, and in turn, be unable to use his ability effectively. Likewise, using his skill too much will effectively eat away at his stamina, most likely leaving him dead in the midst of combat.
Favored weapon:
Rowan wields a swordbreaker blade, which is a modified greatsword, of sorts. It is a large blade, serrated at several points and 'split' down the center of the blade. The weapon is meant to be wielded with both hands, to be used in conjunction with a defensive stance. Each time the swordsman would block or parry an enemy blow, the enemy blade would have a chance of getting stuck in one of the many nooks and crannies of the blade, at which point the swordsman
(wielding the swordbreaker) would quickly and forcefully jerk in a direction, usually either throwing the enemy off-balance, disarming them, or breaking the blade itself(hence the name).
However, the nooks, crooks, and holes that the blade has risks the integrity of the blade itself(ironically) and a slow, crude removal of the blade should something or someone get impaled on it. A great deal of strength would be needed to wrench the blade from the object, leaving him open for attack and possibly throwing him off-balance if he manages to remove the sword in time.
If necessary, Rowan has a shortsword attached to his chestpiece. He is not as skilled with the shortsword as he is with the swordbreaker. However, the change in speed(speed of attacking, that is.) from shordbreaker to shortsword is
surprisingly quick, as the weight difference between the two is almost massive.
Backstory:
"A knight in shining armor is simply a man who has not had his mettle truly tested."
That was the first thing Rowan can remember his uncle say. Being raised amongst warriors and knights, Rowan could not remember many pleasant moments in his childhood. He remembered thoughts ranging from sparring matches to fine swordplay. From bits of praise to torrents of punishment(both from his uncle). Rowan took it all in stride, for he was raised to become a knight, and to serve his lord in times of need. Perhaps that's what he was destined for.
When he came of age, his powers started to emerge. He was sparring with his uncle when suddenly, just about Rowan was going to lose the match, his blade shined with a shimmering blue glow. With all the might he could muster, Rowan
struck his blade against his uncle's(his uncle's blade, not the uncle himself, if you were wondering), snapping it in half. Impressed by this incredible feat, the knight-commander(who happened to be Rowan's father), taught him how to focus his powers. While Rowan's father taught him how to use his powers, his uncle taught him how to use the swordbreaker, a specialized weapon for disarming opponents.
For several years, Rowan trained and honed both his martial and arcane prowess. He could bolster his armor with several projections of mana or give his blade enough driving force to cut a man in half. But through the years, not only did he improve his skills, but he had also developed his morals. "Kill only when necessary, and when doing so, do it effectively. Never strike down a man who has surrendered. Protect the defenseless". There were many more morals in his personal code, but he mostly kept it to himself. The years were peaceful, but a knight must always remain vigilant.
Eventually, when the bells of war started tolling, Rowan marched on with his fellow brothers-in-arms towards the enemy keep. "If the nobles will it, it shall be done", as they say. He lead the charge against the opposing enemy forces, killing many men and eventually routing the army. He was held as a hero amongst his brethren, but he had saw the destruction he had wrought. Families torn apart, innocent people murdered, once-peaceful villages set to the torch, all for what? He left the company of the knights on a self-imposed exile, to atone for what he has done.
A few years later, Rowan joined a small, remote village on the outskirts of the nation's territory. He was the town's stalwart defender, guarding them from bandits, war parties, and the occasional deserter. Rowan spent his time perched upon a tower in the center of the village, watching for threats. When he wasn't in the tower, he was at the tavern, drinking some of the pain of his sins away. It was a peaceful life, for the most part. Some would call it boring, but Rowan found it quite tranquil.
But the bells of war never truly stop tolling. When the Lords of Chaos invaded, Rowan's small town was one of the first to fall. He did his best to defend them, but one man can only do so much. Rowan met his end at the tip of a spear, right through his chest. Or at least he had thought. He awoke several weeks later, being dragged along with the remnants of his village. The healer had just barely kept him alive, and for that, Rowan was eternally grateful. There was a price for it, however. In the time he was incapacitated, Rowan had lost some of his strength, and even worse, most of the village's people. To Rowan, it had seemed like they had all died because he was not strong enough. But with the Lords of Chaos approaching closer, he decided to venture towards Castle Nephelem. Perhaps the people would be safe there. Perhaps he could save his people there. Perhaps there, he could atone.
Other: I'm open to criticism, comments and suggestions. Also, I apologize for the formatting, I was not aware notepad worked differently from word.
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Age of Heaven
In the beginning, there existed the Gods, and only them. They lived in the high heavens, a place of absolute beauty. Marble and gold, the architecture was the most amazing. Magic existed in a pure form, as blue energy, running throughout the high heavens in glass tubes. The Gods thrived, living peacefully. Until of course one of the Gods found herself wondering where they came from. She searched for thousands of years, before finding her answer. A powerful place, which was outside of the universe, outside of existence. This place contained the World Stone, a large solid piece of matter glowing bright blue and sparking electricity. Mana in a solid form, crystallized and condensed. She touched the stone and used it's power to create the Earth. A blue planet existing in space, functioning on laws similar to those in the high heavens. Upon the Earth she placed the first beings, Nephalem. The Nephalem were very similar in power to the Gods, but were capable of one thing the Gods were not: Imagination, creativity. The ability to change.
Age of War
After the creation of Earth and the Nephelem, a war broke out among the Gods. They were split, half believing the new world should be destroyed, the other believing it should be left alone. It was in this war that the Gods started becoming single entities of certain emotions and behaviors, rather than individuals. There are hundreds of Gods, but only ten truly powerful ones.Their names are the same as we use to represent their attributes. Fire, lightning, War, Space, and Fear for the destruction of the Nephelem, ice, water, Hope, Time, and Justice for letting them live. The war ensued.. The gold and marble constructs of the High Heavens stained red with blood and corruption. It was in the end that Justice, alone, was able to defeat all of them. They were locked in various prisons on the new Earth for eternity.
Age of Earth
In time, Earth grew. The Nephelems powers faded, from almost god-like to human like. Time passed. The now Humans worshiped the Gods, and thanked them for life. A very few people remained pure blood Nephelem, these people were mages and great warriors. But while the Gods bathed in the worship of humanity.. Those who were banished on the Earth slowly awakened, and broke free.
Age of Chaos
After the banished Gods, the Lords of Chaos, broke free of their prisons they set about taking over the humans. Humanities greatest armies fell to the Gods, and their awakened armies of demons. Castles crumbled. Men died, children slaughtered, and women burned. Chaos had almost taken over the entire world, when one castle stood in the way. Castle "Nephelem", held by general Zack Unisaki, a pure blood Nephelem and his elite soldiers. Various messengers have been sent around the world, asking for any Nephelem to join Zack at his castle, to form an army, and take the world back.
Rules
1. No meta, power, or god modding. The usual.
2. Your age must be between 16-40
3.Your power isn't that great - If compared to a "demi-God", you are less powerful. You will become more powerful.
4. Your character is allowed to be evil, however it's greatly discouraged - The Lords of Chaos don't let nephalem join their ranks, and you'd be all alone against both sides
5. By joining this RP, you agree that I, as the GM of the topic, have the right to at any time to remove your character if I see fit, and to describe certain things for your character (Such as a sudden feeling of dread due to a nearby God, or something of that nature.)
Application
You've just entered the castle, walking under the large gate. The walls are huge, easily ten feet tall, made of silver glowing brick. Mages stand around, drawing various protective spells in the air. Large pieces of artillery line the walls, some firing on targets you can't see. Battalions of soldiers march, practicing their weapon skills, and so on. You walk into a large tent which was labeled "Recruitment." A younger man, about the age of twenty five, approaches you and hands you a sheet of paper. His hair is beach blond, his eyes blue. He was fairly muscular, and on his hips were two one handed swords. "Hey there, I'm general Zack. Need you to fill this out, just a formality."
Name:
Age:
Personality:
Appearance:
Power:
Favored weapon:
Backstory:
Other:
Age: 25
Personality: Arthur is a cautious yet serious person, preferring to stay out of trouble but will fight if necessary. He has a strong sense of morals and often flatly refuses to break them. He doesn't mind being alone, but prefers to be with friends. He may seem quiet at times and has a natural curiosity which can conflict with his cautious personality.
Appearance: Arthur is a bit taller than the average with light brown hair. He is thin but wiry. His hair is short and his eyes are a hazel colour. His skin is a light colour but not so much that it seems abnormally pale. He wears a white shirt and dark blue trousers with a pair of brown shoes. He wears a dark green coat over the top of this.
Power: Force projection, Arthur can project psychic energy into shields and into orbs that can be shot at enemies for some damage, but not very much. It is mostly used to push things away, it does this best when used in a pulse.
Favored weapon: Arthur prefers to use his power to fight, however he does use daggers as well.
Backstory:
Arthur's early life was much like most people's, he grew up in a small town not too far from a larger city. As a child he would play with the other children of the town, chasing each other or whatever other game they made up. The games slowly came to a stop as he grew up. The games were replaced with learning, learning how to read, how to write, mathematics, and history. Both of Arthur's parents were mages and intended to teach him magic when his powers surfaced, however it was taking a long time for them to appear which began to make Arthur and his parent's worry.
This life continued until Arthur was 19, when his powers surfaced. He was studying, becoming frustrated at a problem that he couldn't solve when suddenly a burst of psychic energy knocked everything off the table in front of him. He jumped out of his chair in shock, which caused another burst to occur. It took him a few moments to realise it was him causing this. A smile crept onto his face, he was delighted at the fact that his abilities finally surfaced. After this his studies included magic and magical lore.
Six years after Arthur's abilities surfacing, the Lords of Chaos broke free. He didn't know about that event until a man, who looked like he had been running for days, appeared in the centre of town. He yelled and shouted hysterically about the Lords of Chaos being free, and that they had already destroyed his home town. Arthur remembered reading about the Lords of Chaos in one of the magical lore books, and listened to the man. A day later Arthur left the town along with anyone else who listened to the man. He never heard what happened to his home town, but assumed the worst. He walked from town to town until he came across a messenger. The messenger was calling for the assistance of any pure blood Nephelem to go to Castle Nephelem and help form an army. Arthur left for the castle immediately, wanting to help stop the Lords of Chaos's advance, he arrived two days later.
Other: Nope
Fare, I'm ok with your power, but I do want you to promise me you'll keep it in moderation. You haven't been using it long - and yes, it's still magic, so it takes mana to use. It's pretty consuming to create an inter-dimensional portal two hundred meters away. Your ability should only be for occasional purposes, especially since in this you don't just randomly regain your strength, it's quite a slow process.
Will start on the IC after one more accepted person. Working on my app right now.
I do not mind teaching, however I'd prefer if you messaged me on an IM service such as Skype or Steam (I won't be asking for a call or video chat, just IM to make life easier.) I can help you get situated with text roleplay and such. If you want to do this, please add me on Steam or Skype, for both of which my username is Zamorak789.
Age: 20
Personality: Callandra is a quiet person, but usually always voices her opinion. Even from a young age she tended to stay away from large crowds of people and keep to herself. Her magic abilities are weak, and she prefers using her daggers for combat. Sometimes hostile to people she doesn’t know, she can be stubborn and has a hard time trusting and opening up to people.
Appearance: Naturally pale, but not sickly so, Callandra is considered tall for her age. She has piercing grey eyes and shoulder length dark brown hair. She wears leather trousers, high laced boots and a metal bodice for protection. On her belt hangs her 2 daggers and a small leather pouch for carrying herbs and bandages. The cord wrapped around her wrist was her mother’s hair tie and the white hooded cloak she wears was her father’s. She is also very slender and instead of being incredibly strong, she is agile and fast.
Power: Fire Conjuring/ Projection. She usually channels flames through her daggers, but if they are unavailable she is able to conjure flames with her bare hands. A flame cannot be kept alive for very long and usually come in bursts or when she feels an extremely strong emotion.
Favored weapon: Callandra uses 2 daggers and rarely uses her power, due to it’s weakness and her fear of losing control.
Backstory: Callandra was born into a small family, in a small town. Her mother stayed at home and took care of her and her older brother, while their father would travel to the larger cities to work in the markets. Growing up, Callandra and her brother Gregar were extremely close, when the other children would tease her, they would get a visit from her brother. And suddenly they wouldn’t tease her anymore.
Callandra’s powers started to show when she turned 10 years, although they were weak, she still managed to get a fire going for her family in the harsh winter. Her mother, being the only other mage in the family, worked with Callandra on her magic, but only slight improvement was made. Seeing this wasn’t going to work her father decided to teach both Callandra and Gregar to fight. By the time Callandra was 15, her skill with daggers had surpassed her brother and even father.
A year later her brother came down with an extremely rare illness, making him bedridden. Her father traveled to find a cure, but if he ever did, Callandra wouldn’t know. Her father never returned home. Assuming he had been killed or starved from the harsh winter, Callandra and her mother were left to care for Gregar. Taking care of her brother quickly took time from Callandra’s studies, leading her to eventually quit them all together. Withdrawing from everyone more and more, her mother decided that in the new spring Callandra would be going to the closest city ((name?)) to have time to herself and away from town. So at age 19 Callandra set off, she stayed there for 5 months before hearing that the Lords of Chaos had broken free. Fearing the worst she rushed home. She arrived to smoke, smoke and death. Bodies of children, fathers, mothers, all in a pile in the town square. She broke down right there, seeing her family among the bodies, screaming she released a huge bout of fire that traveled over the bodies and buildings, eventually dying out in the sky. When she finally looked up, she saw through her tear stained vision, a man with a gash on his leg and blood running down the side of his face, incoherently muttering about “Nephelem” and “The Final Castle”. Picking herself up, she set her face in an emotionless mask and went back to the city. When she arrived for the second time, people cleared out of the way, seeing the cold expression on her face. This is where she saw the messenger, and this is when she left for the castle, swearing vengeance.
Other: Don’t think so
New? This quality? Accepted. A million times accepted. Love the writing style, love your attention to detail, couldn't have done better myself.
Name: Neo Kalxianos
Age: 25
Personality: At first, he appears to be somewhat shy and perhaps unapproachable, but he's really quite friendly, if slightly eccentric. He's not usually one to start conflict, but he isn't one to back down either. He can be slightly unpredictable, though.
Appearance:
Favored weapon: His primary weapon is magic, with little more than a small curved machete to fall back on.
Backstory: As a young child, Neo had a tendency to remain aloof from big groups, always trying to stay separate from the bigger groups. He never liked the possibility of being the absolute center of attention, so he usually stayed away. He had a few close friends, but he normally tried to interact as little as possible with people other than his family and close friends. This was back when he was roughly 8.
His parents were hard-working people, and they worked very hard to provide him with food and a shelter. That is, until he found his magical powers. One day when he was 13, he was simply hanging out with one of his friends, when something very weird happened. They were having a conversation when his right hand was covered in a brilliant aura, and his left hand was consumed by a dark shadow. After several seconds of this, the two forces exploded outward in a brilliant wave of energy, destroying everything in the nearby vicinity and ultimately taking his friend's life. He couldn't believe what had just happened, but he couldn't help but sit on his knees, weeping over his deceased friend for hours until he couldn't cry anymore.
When he got home, he had explained what had happened to his parents, and they were shocked. Still they loved him, and they tried to help him gain control of his abilities. Ultimately, he finally gained control over his powers at age seventeen, continuing to train even after.
Then, a little more than a year before the present, the city he lived in was razed to the ground. Demonic beings burned everything in sight, leaving a trail of mangled corpses and burning debris in their wake. He attempted to stand up to one of these demons, only to be smashed into a building and knocked unconscious.
When he awoke, his life had changed. Everything he had ever known, everything he ever loved laid before him in a smoldering pile of ashes and dust. He couldn't help but cry over his loss as he wandered the ruins of his hometown. As he sifted through the ruins of his old house, he found a tiny stuffed cat, his favorite toy as a kid, and knew right then and there that his life has shattered around him.
Now, after hearing about Castle Nephalem, he's made his way to the castle to see what he could do to help.
Other: Nope, it looks pretty good dude.
"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
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Accepted. Apologies for he late reply, was busy yesterday
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That's fine.
Apologies to everyone, my computer has temporarily exploded, and is in the process of getting fixed. I am using a back up temporarily, but I won't be able to be as active until my PC is fixed. I will respond as much as possible.
Again, I apologize
Not particularly, but you'd have to wait until some stuff happens.
It would be nice to have another person too, since the one that applied never joined in.
And Ronin vanished into thin air.
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Age: 27
Personality:
Rowan is a proud person, willing to contest a claim to something(if he truly desires it), even if it means going to extremes to do so. He is somewhat close-minded, disliking shiftier folk like rogues and assassins(for being mysterious), mages and magic-users(for potentially harboring evil magic, and for lacking proper skill-at-arms) and cowardly people in general.
However, Rowan always gives credit and respect where it is due, whether it be a simple task(such as a small delivery errand) or a tremendous feat(such as following an order to death). He prefers to lead and command by example, instead of staying on the sidelines.
Rowan's sense of morality is well-defined and rigid, defending the weak and innocent always seemed to appeal to him. He is also loyal, perhaps a little too much so; willing to die for his comrades-at-arms and innocent people. All in all, Rowan is a great friend to his allies, and a deadly foe to his adversaries.
Rowan, while friendly enough, has an extreme distrust towards anything that may seem like an "evil" magic. He despises hexes, curses, and necromancy but treats combat magic such as pyromancy, cyromancy and other similar schools of
magic with disdain. The only magic Rowan truly respects is healing magic.
Appearance:
Rowan is a muscular figure, standing taller than most folk. His eyes are a light blue color whilst his jet black hair is of a relatively medium length, the tips almost touching the collar of his shirt, if he was wearing one without his armor. His skin is toned to the point of a slight tan, nicely accentuating his dominant stature.
When Rowan is not in any immediate combat(i.e. sleeping, eating, etc.), he usually wears a common linen shirt and its accompanying breeches. Most of the time however, he dons his massive plate armor, underneath which is a layer of chainmail. The armor itself has seen better days, it sports a dull and somewhat dirty coating of black steel. The chestplate seems to have had a hole in the center, only sealed by a hastily-fused metal plate of a different color, making it stand out. The pauldrons are large and bulky, its bronze trim makes the shoulderplates stand out. Strangely, the chausses, greaves, and sabatons of the armor seem to be in relatively good condition. When Rowan is travelling or needs some additional warmth during harsh weather, he usually puts on a plain, dark green traveler's cloak. The armor, combined with his general appearance almost makes him look like a veteran or a patchwork knight of some
sort.
Rowan prefers to keep his weapons close to him, as such, he has a sheath for his shortsword attached to the front of his chestpiece for emergencies. His massive swordbreaker is held in place(his back, to be specific) by a few straps for easier removal. Rowan's other "accessories" include a small satchel(containing bandages, poultices, and various other useful things)at his waist, a drinking horn(usually filled with spiced wine or some other alcohol), and a worn iron pendant adorned with a strange blue gemstone that serves as a momento of sorts.
Power:
Rowan can channel his mana into solid shapes and forms. He can use this power to bolster his weapons, armor, or surroundings. Usually, Rowan uses this ability to summon ethereal weaponry and use it to strike from afar(or increase the damage up close). There are limits to this power however: the mana cost increases proportionally to the size and complexity of the projection(e.g. several daggers would be relatively easy to summon whilst casting a projection of an "avatar(basically a summoned soldier that acts based on Rowan's command)" or a giant blade to smite enemies from above would be more difficult). Additionally, the farther away Rowan is from his projection, the less strength it would have (summoning a shield to his side would be at full strength while summoning a barrier to barricade a nearby door wouldn't be as strong, etc.), but as long as Rowan has physical contact with the projection, it will remain at full strength(he may also pump more mana into it to bolster it, if he feels so inclined). The mana pool within Rowan is unique in the sense that it is linked to his physical stamina. He can run around, become tired, and in turn, be unable to use his ability effectively. Likewise, using his skill too much will effectively eat away at his stamina, most likely leaving him dead in the midst of combat.
Favored weapon:
Rowan wields a swordbreaker blade, which is a modified greatsword, of sorts. It is a large blade, serrated at several points and 'split' down the center of the blade. The weapon is meant to be wielded with both hands, to be used in conjunction with a defensive stance. Each time the swordsman would block or parry an enemy blow, the enemy blade would have a chance of getting stuck in one of the many nooks and crannies of the blade, at which point the swordsman
(wielding the swordbreaker) would quickly and forcefully jerk in a direction, usually either throwing the enemy off-balance, disarming them, or breaking the blade itself(hence the name).
However, the nooks, crooks, and holes that the blade has risks the integrity of the blade itself(ironically) and a slow, crude removal of the blade should something or someone get impaled on it. A great deal of strength would be needed to wrench the blade from the object, leaving him open for attack and possibly throwing him off-balance if he manages to remove the sword in time.
If necessary, Rowan has a shortsword attached to his chestpiece. He is not as skilled with the shortsword as he is with the swordbreaker. However, the change in speed(speed of attacking, that is.) from shordbreaker to shortsword is
surprisingly quick, as the weight difference between the two is almost massive.
Backstory:
"A knight in shining armor is simply a man who has not had his mettle truly tested."
That was the first thing Rowan can remember his uncle say. Being raised amongst warriors and knights, Rowan could not remember many pleasant moments in his childhood. He remembered thoughts ranging from sparring matches to fine swordplay. From bits of praise to torrents of punishment(both from his uncle). Rowan took it all in stride, for he was raised to become a knight, and to serve his lord in times of need. Perhaps that's what he was destined for.
When he came of age, his powers started to emerge. He was sparring with his uncle when suddenly, just about Rowan was going to lose the match, his blade shined with a shimmering blue glow. With all the might he could muster, Rowan
struck his blade against his uncle's(his uncle's blade, not the uncle himself, if you were wondering), snapping it in half. Impressed by this incredible feat, the knight-commander(who happened to be Rowan's father), taught him how to focus his powers. While Rowan's father taught him how to use his powers, his uncle taught him how to use the swordbreaker, a specialized weapon for disarming opponents.
For several years, Rowan trained and honed both his martial and arcane prowess. He could bolster his armor with several projections of mana or give his blade enough driving force to cut a man in half. But through the years, not only did he improve his skills, but he had also developed his morals. "Kill only when necessary, and when doing so, do it effectively. Never strike down a man who has surrendered. Protect the defenseless". There were many more morals in his personal code, but he mostly kept it to himself. The years were peaceful, but a knight must always remain vigilant.
Eventually, when the bells of war started tolling, Rowan marched on with his fellow brothers-in-arms towards the enemy keep. "If the nobles will it, it shall be done", as they say. He lead the charge against the opposing enemy forces, killing many men and eventually routing the army. He was held as a hero amongst his brethren, but he had saw the destruction he had wrought. Families torn apart, innocent people murdered, once-peaceful villages set to the torch, all for what? He left the company of the knights on a self-imposed exile, to atone for what he has done.
A few years later, Rowan joined a small, remote village on the outskirts of the nation's territory. He was the town's stalwart defender, guarding them from bandits, war parties, and the occasional deserter. Rowan spent his time perched upon a tower in the center of the village, watching for threats. When he wasn't in the tower, he was at the tavern, drinking some of the pain of his sins away. It was a peaceful life, for the most part. Some would call it boring, but Rowan found it quite tranquil.
But the bells of war never truly stop tolling. When the Lords of Chaos invaded, Rowan's small town was one of the first to fall. He did his best to defend them, but one man can only do so much. Rowan met his end at the tip of a spear, right through his chest. Or at least he had thought. He awoke several weeks later, being dragged along with the remnants of his village. The healer had just barely kept him alive, and for that, Rowan was eternally grateful. There was a price for it, however. In the time he was incapacitated, Rowan had lost some of his strength, and even worse, most of the village's people. To Rowan, it had seemed like they had all died because he was not strong enough. But with the Lords of Chaos approaching closer, he decided to venture towards Castle Nephelem. Perhaps the people would be safe there. Perhaps he could save his people there. Perhaps there, he could atone.
Other: I'm open to criticism, comments and suggestions. Also, I apologize for the formatting, I was not aware notepad worked differently from word.
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