The Bearer Fragments: Long ago, these incredible weapons were forged by champions of steel and spell, to combat a chaotic force whose name has been lost to time. They sadly were not able to vanquish it, but they were able to seal it in a tower known as Eternity's Spire with said weapons. In order to keep the Fragments away from the chaos, the champions gave these weapons to multiple families to be passed on as heirlooms. To the families' knowledge, these weapons were just very ornamental and masterfully made. They did not know that they were full of power capable of killing unearthly hordes.
Now it is 2013, and your family is harboring one of these Bearer Fragments. Your family's Fragment sits in your house, gathering dust and simply adding flair to the living room. It could be anything: A sword, bo staff, whatever else. Little do you know that, deep underground, the chaos stirs in the now submerged Eternity's Spire. It's going to take each and every one of you to quell this dark force...
Are you in?
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Why hello, and welcome to The Bearer Fragments! As you can see, in this Rp you will be the wielder of a weapon that will guide and protect you through the dark depths of the world. Simple concept, no? Anyways, my whole thought process was kind of trying to scoot away from magical teenagers and cliche stories.
For the weapons, all that I ask is that you keep away from guns. Anything else is okay, as long it's kinda ancient.
MODS:
Sustic
RULES:
1. Basic RP rules: No godmodding, powerplaying or metagaming
2: No OP weapon abilities. I mean it. If it's even slightly OP, I will have you change it.
3. Everything is PG-13. Romance, violence, all that stuff.
4. Put "weapon" in the Other section of your app.
5.Like I said, no modern weapons.
6. While this isn't a rule, it's more of a request: I'd like all the characters to be above 17-18.
APP:
Name
Age:
Gender:
Personality:
Appearance:
Bio: (This is optional, although it'd be nice to have)
Other:
Weapon: (Name(optional), primary power and secondary power. Secondary power is not combat oriented.)
Name: Steve Rogers Age: 35 Gender: M Personality: To be RPed Appearance: Black hair, white skin. Bio: (This is optional, although it'd be nice to have): Steve was a completely normal child. His family never let on they were storing a powerful weapon in their basement till Steve was 18, the day he went to college. Steve got a well paying job at a bank, and was happy. One day his parents died. In their will they left the weapon to Steve. Other: Dark Horse. This is a weapon that can summon shadow warriors in groups of 3-5 to fight from shadows. Its secondary power is that it can be used to suck power out of shadows, giving the user an instant aledrine boost. It is a black gauntlet with a horse's face carved on it. When used, a small blue flame escapes to the shadows. Also, the weapon has a cooldown. The user can't spam shadow warriors.
((1. Read over the rules again. 2. The family would not know the weapon's true nature. 3. I will allow 2 shadows, for now. We'll see how it goes, and more will be allowed after I see that it can't be abused.))
((And I can't help it, I have to say it: Overused bio is overused.))
Personality: Usually in deep thought. He tends to be startled when people come up to him while he's thinking.
Appearance: A tall guy, with tan skin and dark brown hair. He has emerald eyes and some stubble on his chin.
Bio: Eliot is a graduate of a vocational school for journalism. His parents sent him there at his behest, after he insisted that journalism was the right path for him. He had an aspiration to travel to the far corners of the earth. After coming back home to see his parents after school, his parents were thrilled, and they asked if he had gotten a job. He replied with yes, once again evoking a belated reaction from his folks. It was then that they told him that they were going on vacation to Hawaii, and they were leaving the house to him. It was a nice house, so Eliot was pleased. They also told him to get the old kama that had been passed down through generations, and display them. He did as they asked, and they have now left. Eliot is stuck with an empty house, and some old weapons. At the moment, he is trying to pawn them off to get some cash in between jobs.
Other: Weapon!
Weapon: Harvester's Requiem. These two crimson and gold kama absorb life energy with each enemy they kill, and once they have the life energy of they can unleash two waves of energy, one for each. It's secondary power is it's ability to flush the life energy it has stored to it's user, but only once it's full, and it will take six kills to recharge again.
((Scratch that: I don't think we'll be needing an OOC))
Eliot looks over the two miniature scythes on the glass counter, then up at the burly pawnbroker.
"$200. No less." He says in a hard tone.
"These things are impressive, I'll give you that. I haven't seen kama made of full metal, and definitely not this color. But I'm not too sure that they're worth $200..." The pawnbroker says. "$125."
"Dude, cut a guy a break. I need this money for food." Eliot pleads. Journalism wasn't being as fruitful as he had hoped.
"I just can't do it. Sorry, bub." The pawnbroker walks off, and Eliot picks up his weapons. "Man..." He mumbles, then walks out of the store. He places the kama back in their case, and heads home. On his way, he notices a guy in a black trench coat and fedora walk by on the sidewalk. "It's a little warm for that..." Is all he says before driving all the way home. Eliot enters the house, placing the kama back onto their plaque above the fireplace. He plops onto the couch. "No one wants these things..." He mumbles sadly.
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Name: Milloon Hall
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Personality: Relaxed, observant, proud, modest, sneaky.
Appearance: Wears a black formal shirt, black formal pants, black gloves, seems to have a black mullet, brown eyes, shorter than average human, doesn't look too athletic, wears slightly over-sized glasses. Bio:
Other: Weapons!
Weapon: Axe (bears some resemblance to this.)
Name: Skyrise
Power 1: Enemy is knocked away with a swing of the Skyrise.
Power 2: Reality Distortion - makes projectiles, weapons, and thin walls go through you. Think of it as suddenly getting over 9000 ping. You look weird too, as if you're lagging.
((I'll allow the Reality Shift thingy, if it has a cool down and lasts only a few seconds. Otherwise accepted.))
((Few seconds? At least 5.))
Milloon wakes up - a life being a police officer wasn't great, especially when hardly anyone does crime in this place.
Milloon: "Oh heck, another day."
Milloon goes past an axe on a stand as he puts on his uniform.
Steve counted his poker chips, then folded and left the casino. Suddenly, he heard a voice say, "No one wants these things." Steve, always glad to help, walks over to where the voice is. "I might buy," he says.
Name: Wayne Jonathan Francis Age: 29 Gender: Male Personality: To Be RP-ed Appearance: Black Short Hair. A kind of dark skin. Bio: Wayne was just a normal kid. Wandering around the world like there is nothing to it. He does not know about the Family Weapons. Until one day, his age was about 17, His father accidentally showed the Family Weapon. He was shocked, then his family tells him that no one knows what it is. They kept it in the basement. And as always, stood there for a very long time.... Other: WEAPON! Weapon:Sword Niger Foramen (Latin for Black Hole). Looks like this. It has gravitational effect. Which would pull or makes the target's movement decimated for about 2 minutes. It can also pull far objects and be used just like a normal sword if wanted.
Now it is 2013, and your family is harboring one of these Bearer Fragments. Your family's Fragment sits in your house, gathering dust and simply adding flair to the living room. It could be anything: A sword, bo staff, whatever else. Little do you know that, deep underground, the chaos stirs in the now submerged Eternity's Spire. It's going to take each and every one of you to quell this dark force...
Are you in?
~~~~~~~~~~
Why hello, and welcome to The Bearer Fragments! As you can see, in this Rp you will be the wielder of a weapon that will guide and protect you through the dark depths of the world. Simple concept, no? Anyways, my whole thought process was kind of trying to scoot away from magical teenagers and cliche stories.
For the weapons, all that I ask is that you keep away from guns. Anything else is okay, as long it's kinda ancient.
MODS:
Sustic
RULES:
1. Basic RP rules: No godmodding, powerplaying or metagaming
2: No OP weapon abilities. I mean it. If it's even slightly OP, I will have you change it.
3. Everything is PG-13. Romance, violence, all that stuff.
4. Put "weapon" in the Other section of your app.
5.Like I said, no modern weapons.
6. While this isn't a rule, it's more of a request: I'd like all the characters to be above 17-18.
APP:
Name
Age:
Gender:
Personality:
Appearance:
Bio: (This is optional, although it'd be nice to have)
Other:
Weapon: (Name(optional), primary power and secondary power. Secondary power is not combat oriented.)
Age: 35
Gender: M
Personality: To be RPed
Appearance: Black hair, white skin.
Bio: (This is optional, although it'd be nice to have): Steve was a completely normal child. His family never let on they were storing a powerful weapon in their basement till Steve was 18, the day he went to college. Steve got a well paying job at a bank, and was happy. One day his parents died. In their will they left the weapon to Steve.
Other: Dark Horse. This is a weapon that can summon shadow warriors in groups of 3-5 to fight from shadows. Its secondary power is that it can be used to suck power out of shadows, giving the user an instant aledrine boost.
It is a black gauntlet with a horse's face carved on it. When used, a small blue flame escapes to the shadows.
Also, the weapon has a cooldown. The user can't spam shadow warriors.
((And I can't help it, I have to say it: Overused bio is overused.))
Oh well.
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Personality: Usually in deep thought. He tends to be startled when people come up to him while he's thinking.
Appearance: A tall guy, with tan skin and dark brown hair. He has emerald eyes and some stubble on his chin.
Bio: Eliot is a graduate of a vocational school for journalism. His parents sent him there at his behest, after he insisted that journalism was the right path for him. He had an aspiration to travel to the far corners of the earth. After coming back home to see his parents after school, his parents were thrilled, and they asked if he had gotten a job. He replied with yes, once again evoking a belated reaction from his folks. It was then that they told him that they were going on vacation to Hawaii, and they were leaving the house to him. It was a nice house, so Eliot was pleased. They also told him to get the old kama that had been passed down through generations, and display them. He did as they asked, and they have now left. Eliot is stuck with an empty house, and some old weapons. At the moment, he is trying to pawn them off to get some cash in between jobs.
Other: Weapon!
Weapon: Harvester's Requiem. These two crimson and gold kama absorb life energy with each enemy they kill, and once they have the life energy of they can unleash two waves of energy, one for each. It's secondary power is it's ability to flush the life energy it has stored to it's user, but only once it's full, and it will take six kills to recharge again.
((Scratch that: I don't think we'll be needing an OOC))
Eliot looks over the two miniature scythes on the glass counter, then up at the burly pawnbroker.
"$200. No less." He says in a hard tone.
"These things are impressive, I'll give you that. I haven't seen kama made of full metal, and definitely not this color. But I'm not too sure that they're worth $200..." The pawnbroker says. "$125."
"Dude, cut a guy a break. I need this money for food." Eliot pleads. Journalism wasn't being as fruitful as he had hoped.
"I just can't do it. Sorry, bub." The pawnbroker walks off, and Eliot picks up his weapons. "Man..." He mumbles, then walks out of the store. He places the kama back in their case, and heads home. On his way, he notices a guy in a black trench coat and fedora walk by on the sidewalk. "It's a little warm for that..." Is all he says before driving all the way home. Eliot enters the house, placing the kama back onto their plaque above the fireplace. He plops onto the couch. "No one wants these things..." He mumbles sadly.
Name: Milloon Hall
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Personality: Relaxed, observant, proud, modest, sneaky.
Appearance: Wears a black formal shirt, black formal pants, black gloves, seems to have a black mullet, brown eyes, shorter than average human, doesn't look too athletic, wears slightly over-sized glasses.
Bio:Other: Weapons!
Weapon: Axe (bears some resemblance to this.)
Name: Skyrise
Power 1: Enemy is knocked away with a swing of the Skyrise.
Power 2: Reality Distortion - makes projectiles, weapons, and thin walls go through you. Think of it as suddenly getting over 9000 ping. You look weird too, as if you're lagging.
((Few seconds? At least 5.))
Milloon wakes up - a life being a police officer wasn't great, especially when hardly anyone does crime in this place.
Milloon: "Oh heck, another day."
Milloon goes past an axe on a stand as he puts on his uniform.
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Personality: To Be RP-ed
Appearance: Black Short Hair. A kind of dark skin.
Bio: Wayne was just a normal kid. Wandering around the world like there is nothing to it. He does not know about the Family Weapons. Until one day, his age was about 17, His father accidentally showed the Family Weapon. He was shocked, then his family tells him that no one knows what it is. They kept it in the basement. And as always, stood there for a very long time....
Other: WEAPON!
Weapon: Sword
Niger Foramen (Latin for Black Hole). Looks like this.
It has gravitational effect. Which would pull or makes the target's movement decimated for about 2 minutes.
It can also pull far objects and be used just like a normal sword if wanted.