This is a new role play open to all who enjoy role playing. Veterans as well as newbies are welcome.
Long ago, in the age when man was first discovering their potential, the God Merchion captured all the evil, all the corrupt instinct of all beings and stored it in a mystical stone. Merchion then cast the stone into The Nether, and sealed the portal shut forever, so that no being could ever find it. However, the stone, with all it's evil, grew a sentience of it's own. It called in to the immortal realm, desperate for a release from it's hellish prison. One being answered that call. Ahtren, son of the God Vandred and the human Kaleena, was a disgrace to the immortal realm. Accepted by neither human nor God, Ahtren swore to bring the world to it's knees. He heard the call of the stone, and ventured to it's source, finding the portal which Merchion had sealed so long ago. Using his god-like powers, Ahtren re opened the portal, and found the stone. Ahtren's fate was then sealed, as the stone poured it's wealth of evil into Ahtren, forming him in to a being of supreme devilish power. Ahtren left the Nether, and for a hundred years, he warred against all who opposed him, finding followers of different races who would serve him and his power. Ahtren was an unstoppable force, his armies destroying all in their path, until Ahtren reached the gates of Cherneol, the land of the Gods. In a last ditch effort, the Gods allied with all other free species, and succeeded in finally pushing Ahtren back to the Nether. Now, Ahtren sits atop his throne of obsidian, biding his time for the final attack against the world, keeping the stone, called the Necro'tyr by all who beheld it, firmly in his control.
-No overpowering your character
-When using OoC, please use **OOC** or ((OOC))
-This is a mid evil RP. No guns or advanced technology.
-Please, use proper English. If your spelling is illiterate constantly, you will be kicked.
-If you find an item, don't make it incredibly overpowered. Ever.
-If you've read this, please put the words "Get over here!" in your application, followed by an arrow.
-Don't badger me to accept your app. If you do, you will be denied.
-When fighting, give the other player time to react. Don't say, for instance,"Herk stabs Dredge in the back." say," Herk attempts to stab Dredge, aiming for his back."
-Please use detail in your posts. No one liner such as,"Talos walked to his house." try,"Talos,eyes ahead, walked the short distance from Leon's to Urza's house."
-Please talk in third person
The Alliance of Free People
-Humans; Humans were created by the first God, Merchion, to inhabit the world of Minecraftia. Their wickedness, along with all other races, was taken and captured in the Necro'tyr. Humans, after losing their evil nature, became friendly, social beings, working together to create thriving towns and cities ruled by no one. Each person made their own food and items, and traded for what he or she did not have. The humans lived in peace with all other races, until the day Ahtren invaded Minecraftia. Faced with certain destruction, the human race was forced to take up arms, fighting against the evil foe. After the humans were almost wiped out, life changed dramatically. They were now ruled by a king, chosen as the best warrior during the Great War, Edmund Shrine. The trade system was abolished, and currency took it's place, with taxes being payed regularly. A military was formed, trained by veterans of the Great War. The human are now a force to be reckoned with, ready for Ahtren to strike again.
-Goblins; The goblins, short, thin, with pale skin, inhabit the caves of Minecraftia, erecting great mines and underground cities. When Minecraftia was formed, the goblins were created second, designed to search the myriad of caves dotting the worlds surface. The goblins lived a life of curiosity and adventure, often having to fight monsters native to the caves. As such, goblins were better prepared than the humans when Ahtren approached, though in the face of such evil, they were almost playfully tossed aside with out a second glance. However, with the goblin's ingenuity and cunning, they dug tunnels underneath Ahtren's armies, ambushing his followers and halting supply lines. After the Great War, the goblin's returned to their caves, now with the intent to find ores to craft armor and weapons, should Ahtren return.
-The Wanderers; These are the ones that saw the corruption of the Necro'tyr and turned away from it's embrace. They were rewarded with the ability to use magic, in return for there unrelenting service to Minecraftia. No one knows what species they are, though those who have seen them describe them as 'angels.' The Wanderers only appear in times of need, appearing, doing their duty, and then disappearing just as fast. They are the righteous protectors of Minecraftia, the hand of the gods. They know no evil, only light. They are unrelenting in their service, and will not rest until the Necro'tyr is destroyed.
The Warband of the Stone
-The Necrothemians; Humans who have turned from their fellow race and joined the dark light of the Necro'tyr. They recognize Ahtren as their master, and were with him when he invaded Minecraftia. After their defeat, the Necrothemians retreated back to the Nether, where the Necro'tyr's unnatural energy started to corrupt them even further. Necrothemians who lived long enough in the Nether became twisted and deformed; They sprouted mutation, such as extra eyes, tentacles, and claws. Those that were mutated became the first of the Atramentar.
-The Atramentar; The Atramentar came in to being when the Necrothemians returned to the Nether. Manifestations of the Necro'tyr's fel energies, they slowly began to possess the humans, until they completely came into the physical realm as twisted, mutated beings, often odd colors and shapes. As the Necro'tyrs energy force, they are bound to it, essentially physical forms of the Necro'tyr itself. They are evil to the core, willing to do anything to ensure the Necro'tyr is safe and Ahtren rules Minecraftia.
-Dreh'ill; All that remains of the elven race, utterly corrupted by the Necro'tyr. They are pale, sick looking beings, crawling on all fours in the caves of Minecraftia. They eat the flesh of the goblins, hunting them with little more than crude stone weapons. They speak no language but their own gibberish, and any race who meets them is swiftly attacked by all members of their 'tribes.' They are savages, devoid of any sense of culture or humanity. They live so that they may see the races of Minecraftia brought low, so that they may feast on the flesh of the Free People. Because of this, they have joined the Warband, with the promise of the meal ahead.
The Free People will start at a military outpost on the edge of human land. The Warband starts in a camp hidden near the portal, since they are scouting the land.
Once a mod is chosen that is an opposite faction than mine, then they control the NPC's in that faction, as well as events. They will communicate with me via PM. I will also handle Ahtren.
Age:(Depends on the race)
Race:(Choose a race)
Appearance:(Does not include clothes)
Equipment:(Put clothes here, as well as weapons)
Personality:(What is your character like?)
Bio/History:(Your characters story)
Anything to add?
Name: The Exalted
Race: The Atramentar
Appearance: The Exalted skin is hard and chitinous, colored a glossy black. His head has six, glowing white eyes arranged in a circle, and his maw has rows of sharp, shark like teeth, as well as an incredibly long tongue which drips with a venomous spit. Three horns grow from the top of his head, one on his forehead, and the other two on his temples. His hands are large claws, each digit razor sharp and as long as a human's forearm. Spines grow from his back, the same glossy black color as his chitin. His feet are talons, clutching the ground in a death grip. The bones in his chest and ribs are clearly visible, horribly broken and distended.
Equipment: The Exalted wears the armor of the human before him, though it is now part of him, having joined with his body. The chest piece is a dark blue, with patches of silver showing where weapons have struck it. The rest of his armor is virtually impossible to discern from his body. The Exalted wields an ancient iron sword by the name of Soul Hunter, having captured the lives of many foes. In addition, he also uses his powerful claws, strong enough to rip flesh from bone.
Personality: The Exalted craves nothing more than for the Necro'tyr to triumph over the land of Minecraftia. He is constantly hungering for this to happen, often killing random citizens just to quench this thirst. He is a fearsome, violent being to the other side, appearing to do things for no reason, when, in fact, it is part of the plan he has in his mind. To face the Exalted is to face an enemy who has thought of every move, every possibility before acting.
Bio/History: The Exalted was once the Necrothemian Malek. Utterly loyal to his master and the Necro'tyr, Malek caused the death of men, women, and children from all races. He was the only being to harm the great Edmund Shrine, placing a scar over his left eyebrow to remind him of their duel. When Ahtren was forced back to the Nether, Malek also returned, thriving in the hellish landscape, fighting off all manners of creatures including his allies. Eventually, a demon noticed Malek, and decided to take Malek in order to use his deadly skills. When Malek felt the demon inside him, he utterly embraced it, believing it to be a sign of favor from Ahtren. The demon possessed him ina matter of minutes, becoming the Exalted. Over the years, the Exalted proved his worth, leading battles and worshiping the name of Ahtren. The Exalted became one of Ahtren's military commanders, in charge of the vanguard attacking Minecraftia. Now, the Exalted waits for the right opportunity to strike.
Appearance:(Does not include clothes) Amber eyes, yellow on his eyelids, long pointy nose, four sharp teeth that come out of his mouth and to the tip of his nose. Crows feet, long pointed ears, lumpy bumps on the top of his head. Strong physical body, short legs. Pale skinned and small boned.
Equipment:(Put clothes here, as well as weapons) Spear with a weakened stone tip. His armour is very unique, Raxis has wooden armour covered by pressed down hay. His mantle is broken on one side from a fight he had with a fellow goblin. Bronze bracers on both wrists. Yellow belt to hold up his cow leather pants.
Personality:(What is your character like?) Raxis stays mostly away from society so he is very shy. Anger is an emotion he lives without, his parents never encouraged it, they believe that you should never hate anyone. Raxis has been very nice to his past friends he had. Specifically when rembering death, Raxis begins to burst into tears.
Bio/History:(Your characters story)
Raxis lived in the underground town of M'Dhoria. His town was based on constructive creativity and education. Raxis never believed in these values, he loved warfare and even crafted his own spear. His workshop was his friend, thus exulting himself from society. He was never close to his mom or dad, they wished Raxis was just like his brother Credadrian. Credadrian was loved by the town of M'Dhoria, he was one of the best constructors they have ever seen. Raxis always called him the " goody two shoes". Whenever his parents brought Raxis to one of Credadrian's special openings. He would always sneak off and run around the town a couple of times. Exercise was the only thing Raxis appreaciated besides his workshop. One day, his parents gave him one of most serious talk's he had heard. They would punish him by not having dessert, and other small things like that, but this time it was serious. He had two choices, Raxis would have to accept construction and make it his main proffesion, or he would be banished forever from M'Dhoria. Raxis was actually happy, he chose to be banished. M'Dhoria was only a thorn in his side, he could now search the world and find a city that would accept him for who he was. Raxis still searches for a place, that he can call home.
Anything to add? Sorry if there are any grammatical errors, proof read it and didn't see anything wrong, but if you find something tell me.
((Only 2 things. 1) Goblins live underground. and 2) Sorry, but these goblins aren't green. They are pale, short, thin creatures. Just think of them as really white.((Also, you don't need a picture. Come up with something you think of, instead of finding a picture that you can use. It makes characters loads better.))))
Dude, you should add the picture and describe the appearance.
You can't see it? crap I edited around a little because of some error. Appearance was always there though lol, and alright, I never knew goblins lived underground. All my life I thought goblins are green guess Ill edit it around a little. Gotta go to football practice but when I get back i'll change it. Third edit lol but I'll just do this and it should work out fine look at it in a few seconds.
You sly devil, is that a hint to what Herk is going to do? ;P
I will be doing this application IC. Not the biography and additional info, though.
Name: You want to know my name? Very well. I am called 'Skull'.
Age: My age, yes, yes. I am one hundred and twenty six, human. Would you like to test my old bones and see how old I am? Hah!
Race: Are you blind? I am green and small, I am a goblin.
Skull looks to you as you ask this, sitting on the rock while leaning on the stick...
I am green and small, of course. Every goblin is. Every day I rise and put on these simple garments, a studded cap of brown dyed leather, and a thin ripped shirt of brown as well. Short pants cover my thin legs, or at least what they can. They only fall to my lower thighs. My muscles are toned and fit yet small, even though I am capable of forcing this stick at you so fast and powerful your head would explode. Long talons cover my fingers, a terrible burden they are. I suppose I'm your typical goblin, except for the various skulls I keep across my rope belt. You like them? I take pride in my work. They're a collection, a reminder of who I am and not to cross my path.
Equipment: Simple garments, a dull brown color. He carries a walking stick, also used as a weapon. Blood stains it's thick club-like head. He has nothing more and nothing less.
Personality: Skull is wise, yet isn't perfect. He often thinks his plans out, and is a known strategist. While wise, he is also kind to those who deserve it. Hostility is not in his nature, but he'll be sure to let you walk off limping if you cross him.
Skull earned his nickname through blood. Throughout his childhood he would slaughter animals for fun, often hanging their skulls from his waistline's rope belt. Some of his skulls were not animal, as he was criticized for his ways. He paraded around town with these, earning the nickname Skull. People don't remember his real name, nor does anyone care...
Of course, his reputation of taking skulls was not liked through the civil protection force. He earned a sizable name for himself, as well as a bounty of even greater heights. Through this he was hunted by citizens and police alike, who could never find him. He often lurked in the alleys, surviving like a rat. A rumor went he was an abomination, corrupted by the foul taint of the Necro'tyr. He knew this was not true.
Through his travels he actually did meet some of the corruption, most of which knew of his exploits. Higher ups even tried to recruit him to their cause, yet fell prey to his walking stick shortly after. Although not sharing a particular disrespect or hatred to the Necro'tyr and it's servants, he will battle their cause if they run through his way. And this is exactly what he has been doing, traveling aimlessly while collecting skulls.
Anything to add?
Elaborate on the life expectancy on the races. Oh, and get over here asshole.
Name: Hawk Silverchanter Age: 37 Race: Human Appearance: Hawk is a giant, standing at a total of 9 feet and 200 kilos of muscles he ain't the one you'd mess with. His work as a mercenary have made its marks, over his left eye theres a deep scar, reaching all the way from his hair and down in his big brown beard. He has his hair dragged backwards and it reaches down to his shoulders. His face is quite friendly with a big nose and sharp light green-blue eyes.
Equipment: His armor is some of the finest made Goblin craft you can get, specially crafted for him. It is tick and weighs the same as a fully grown male adult, but with Hawks strength he wears it like it was made of cloth. It's made of the finest iron ((I won't bother to describe how it looks as it would take ages, (maybe not, but I'm just lazy) just look at the picture it the spoiler.)) As for weapons, he carries a Broadsword thats about 2/3 of his body length. It too is Goblin craft made by fine steel. It's an inch wide and mostly crushes his opponents, near its handle is a big blue rock said to have magical powers. Hawk doesn't know what it is, he just thinks is looks pretty. ((Any idea of what the stone might do? Cause I can't come up with anything right now.))
Personality: Hawk is a cheerful man and a heavy drinker, then again, being as big as he is, he needs much ale for it to even have any effect. He usually jokes around and spend a lot of time in taverns. But he can be as serious as serious can be when he needs to. ((Might have forgotten something, will add if I come up with more)) Bio/History: Hawk understood early that he was different than everybody else. He was only twelve he already were higher than his father, stronger as well. People in his village thought he was a devil sent from the nether, his parents as well. He was forced to leave town and wandered until he arrived in the capital. ((Or where the king lives.))
There he started his training as a soldier. He proved an excellent warrior, but could not raise in ranks cause of him lacking the strategic mind and he didn't like commanding others. Since the salary he received weren't enough to live for he quit being a soldier and started working as a sword for hire. He quickly gained a reputation as one of the better mercenaries, mostly since nobody dared to attack him and because he never failed a job.
Anything to add? Get over here
((Changed the name from uther to brandon to Hawk now))
I role-play on my iPhone so I cannot put an arrow :sad.gif:
Get Over Here ---->
Lol nice arrow yeh? XD
Name: Jake Cummings
Age: 19. If nineteen isn't available then I will choose 23.
Race: the Wanderers. Its because I love anything to do with fantasy and magic.
Appearance: Jake's appearance appears to be indescribable, with his short light golden-brown hair spiked smoothly on the back. His deep blue eyes seems to be looked at as two oceans filled with many dark blue water droplets. His lips always seem to smile and rarely seen frowned. Altogether with the hair and face, people would automatically know he is an 'angel'.
He is like an averaged sized human, only not with its properties. Jake also has a voice, a voice only meant to be so low but meaningful. It is strong and not weak, low but useful and can speak clearly. His teeth shows only white, too clean to see any food left behind. His nose is pointy, but short. (( I do hope this is enough)
Equipment: Jake always brings a hidden backpack, which contains a magic sword which only does nothing but increases the feeling of happiness. It contains a leather bottle, filled with water which came from a spring that came out of a mountain that belonged to Jake. He always brings food as he needs them whenever he goes in a journey, to share with animals too. He brings clothes in case it is needed by him or a friend. If he ever loses his sword, he has a bow and many iron tipped arrows which never seems to last.
He usually wears white priest robes and sandals, but when he goes to market or to town, Jake uses normal robes and a hood to hide his face.
Personality: The usual personality of Jake is basically nice and caring, even when mad or gets really insulted at, he hides his sadness fairly well and stays quiet.
Although Jake can be a little harsh, he always seems to apologize quickly before any fights or hatred starts up.
Bio/History: Jake's past isn't really wonderful. It is full of annoyance and hatred. It all started when he was a kid, his parents were so uneducated that they taught Jake the wrong things. Of course not all beings are smart, but it is rare to have a family tree that is fully pure of a Wanderer yet so stupid. Jake's mind started to hate his parents, and how he was there. He kept hearing things, a voice that seemed very sad and lost. It told him to search a portal, a portal in which the Necro'tyr is held. The voice had begged him every day, but he didn't listen as his parents told him that he should listen to voices in his mind, as it was an extinct. Jake knew his parents were crazy, so why would he listen to them?
After a couple years, the voice has lessened it's begs as it knew that it was pointless to convince a Wanderer. When Jake was old enough though, he decided to leave his house... And to start exploring. His parents agreed as he was old enough to go by himself, although they looked quite worried.
Jake had asked them what was wrong, and his parents told him to never look for a portal. He had never heard of the Necro'tyr before ad now he was interested. But his parents told him not to look for it either.
After knowing what happened in the real world, he thanked his parents, and decided to help the world fight against the enemy
Anything to add? I would like to add some of Jake's features:
- Jake wants to stay as half human and half wanderer, but with a full mind of a wanderer. So he wants human looks but has everything of what a full wanderer has.
(( I love how you act as Herk lol it's like my dog :smile.gif: No offense intended ))
[I wrote up a whole application for a wanderer, but.. Then I thought. I'm getting really sick of playing majestic races. I wanna play something else... I want a goblin, but it seems others already are using lots of those... Screw it! I'm being a!]
[PS: Absolete made me want to do an IC profile, as well... xD]
Name: Khaz'ka be the calling of Khaz'ka.
Age: Khaz'ka no longer know Khaz'ka age...
Race:Khaz'ka be the mighty Dreh'ill.
Appearance: Khaz'ka have pure white eyes... Yes... Khaz'ka also have delicious skin... Can see right through to veins and blood. Very pretty skin Khaz'ka have... Khaz'ka hair... Now little more than long strands hanging off of scalp... It all falling out now, anyways... It black, too... Khaz'ka hand... They caked with little Gobbie's bloods... Same with Khaz'ka jaw... Blood sign of victory... Don't wash...
Equipment: Khazka carry his pretty Gobby smasher with him everywhere. We sneaks up on the Gobbies, and smack it into the head, opening it like an egg. That way we can drink Gobbie blood, and eat Gobbie brain first. Yes... Gobbie brains is delicious... Khazka also wear muddy loincloth, and cow skin vest... No other skin needed beside Khaz'ka's... But loincloth and Cow keep Khaz'ka warm...
Personality: Khaz'ka tell you about self now? Well... Khaz'ka is brave hunter for Dreh'ill. Khaz'ka go out to hunt the gobbies for everyone, and come back here with fresh Gobbie meat. Khaz'ka also insane, making him one of best Dreh'ill in world. More insane Dreh'ill's is, the better. Right now, though, Khaz'ka is loyal warrior for Stoney War Band. Khaz'ka listen to whatever bossissis say... But sometime, Khaz'ka can't help self, and has to go crack a Gobbie skull.
Bio/History: [IC END]
Khaz'ka, formerly known as Errenis Earthshadow, was a great elven scholar. He was the man that everyone went to when they had a problem, wanted information, and other such things. One day Errenis came across a book on the nether, and became intrigued. It told stories that he had never heard from the elders before, and was forever intrigued. As for a personal life, he had a wife, and six children, who all followed din his path of being a scholar. He lived a very happy life... until that day. The day the insanity started. Others around him transformed into Dreh'ill sooner, but, due to his knowledge, Errenis was able to maintain stability a bit longer. He, along with other scholars, took refuge in ancient ruins for months, but were eventually discovered, and driven to the edge. Being one of the last to fall, Errenis cut the tip of his finger off, and, on the wall of the ruins, wrote in his own blood "I, Errenis Earthshadow, proclaim, with my transformation into the dark creatures, the Dreh'ill... The death of the elven race. Let it be known... Not even we could withstand the insanity... Errenis Earthshadow. Elf. Age 342." With that, Errendir ceased to exist, and Khaz'ka, The Blood Slurper of the Dreh'ill, was born.
Anything to add: I want you to Get over here! ------> :biggrin.gif: So I can speak to my team mate! =p
(I used a different arrow! And... Sorry if this application is lacking... I wasn't too sure what to do for him. =p)
EDIT: (I really tried to keep the IC as neat as I could, while still showing how far the elves had fallen, and how insane they've gone. If you want me to rewrite the whole thing OOC, I can... But... I think for being a gibberish speaking insane crawler, this is pretty good, if I do say so myself. =p)
[DOUBLE EDIT: I just realized! You said that Dreh'ill don't understand any language but their own gibberish, yet they understand the promise of a free meal... Maybe you should change that to "The Dreh'ill don't speak any language but their own gibberish." xP]