[OOC] It's not so heavily basic on magic. Most characters will just be like, mutated and be really strong. I mean like, NPCs. Not players. The characters of real people will have powers, except for mine. But most all NPCs will be normal people, or maybe have super strength. Nothing super magical. [/OOC]
((Oh, I didn't quite understand before. But school's already getting tough, and it's only been one week. I've already had to write and turn in three essays, and I have to finish one today. If my teachers keep this up, I don't think I'll have time for anything other than Viral Beasts.))
"Power... I hold no power. Brawn, if you would count that." Showing his muscles and his axe, he picks it from the ground and shows him. It truly was a sight, it's gems shining in the low light. The sharp edges easily could slice the man's head off right there and then. But the man seemed rather nice.
Laz saw that the man he was sitting next to, the one in the red, was making some kind of indecipherable guesture at the big 7-foot monster man. He also saw the 7-foot man thing pull out it's axe. Huh.
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I'm always happy just 'cause there isn't a reason to be sad.
Don't take this as there is nothing that could cause sadness. I just mean it's pointless to dwell on it. I mean, depression is so boring.
Telm gestured again. 'They give word power to me. Power in words. Use words in fight. Signs in speaking.' Telm risked a glance to the newcomer, taking only a second to flit from the new man, to the one he was communicating with. 'Man behind. He looks at us both.'
"Ah... interesting." With a sigh he peers around Telm. "Yes sir? You keep... glancing." With a smile he looks the man up and down very quickly, and then sits back in his chair.
"Me? Oh, it's just that you guys seem... out of place among the other people in this bar. It piqued my interest." Laz said with a shrug, not making eye-contact and instead looking into his glass of water.
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I'm always happy just 'cause there isn't a reason to be sad.
Don't take this as there is nothing that could cause sadness. I just mean it's pointless to dwell on it. I mean, depression is so boring.
((Yes, I'll play the Gods and NPC's, and will be making my character soon. She'll be a healer, and won't fight, because I control the NPC's.))
Four Months Ago
The First Brother stepped out of a bush, his arms wide open. The Second Brother came out behind him, his arms crossed. The two Brothers were polar opposites, despite being twins. The First was cocky, arrogant, and killed for '****in' fun'. The First was the one who would eventually give the inhabitants of the planet it's powers, to make it only slightly more challenging. The Second was here on a mission. To exterminate the Earth of it's inhabitants, so he could rule the world on his own. The Brothers never left each others side, as they were bound together. If they got to far away, their powers would dwindle (If Absolete doesn't want this, I can change it easy).
A crowd circled them. Who were these strange men, and what did they want? Their grab was sure strange. The First wore a leather top, with a black scarf along his neck. A steel glove rested on his right hand. He wore intricate pants, colored black and lined with gold. His hair was cropped short, and a cocky grinned spread across his face. The other was more serious. A long black robe, adorned with golden words of another language, fell past his feet. A silver hood covered the top half of his face. He wore a purple cape, flowing in the wind.
The First pointed to three people in the crowd. "You there!" He said in an obnoxious tone. "I've given you all special abilities. Come kill me."
One man stepped forward. "We aren't killers. I don't care what you've done to us, we won't kill you."
The first frowned, and five children from the crowd dropped to their knees - dead.
"I've killed your children. Now, will you kill me?" A devilish grin reached his face, and the three men charged with enhanced speed. They were on him in a blink of an eye - and they just evaporated.
"Damnit, Brother! I was going to have fun with them,." The First yelled angrily at his twin.
"I have a mission. I will not be distracted by your foolish games." The Second replied, as a fire spread from his feet, tearing through the crowds and lighting the city on fire.
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Aracus Solis woke groggily, and moaned when he saw what had happened. What he had done. "No... No... Not again..." He groaned. He took a closer look.
His small hut was in ashes- No, worse than ashes, dust. A small hum of radiation rang from the crater in its place, constantly, unceasingly, and Solis knew that, left untouched, it would glow when night came. Why? Why does this happen to me? Why can't I just die and let it be over with? He thought miserably. I hate this curse...
Despite his thoughts, Solis knew that he had a dilemma to face. He would have to leave the town, and soon, or else questions would be asked. But to leave, he had to prepare, and to prepare, he had to enter the small city immediatly. Why is life always so hard for me?
While he was thinking, he stood up, and held up a hand, palm outwards. Then, slowly, he began to will the buzzing radiation into his hand, and it came, in a translucent, buzzing flow, like heat shimmers. After a minute, the energy floated in a sun-like sphere above has palm. He closed his hand into a fist, and when he opened it, the power was gone, absorbed into him. Better that than it stays here, he told himself.
Quickly, without another look back, he left the place. Soon he was in the city. Taking a sharp turn, he came upon the side of a familiar building, the tavern a close friend of his owned. He would be able to supply the long journey head. Without thinking, his body turned into pure energy, and when he could open his eyes again, he was in an abandoned corner of the Frenzied Rabbit. No time for going unoticed now, he thought, But I hope no one saw that. He sat down at a lonely table, and called for the bartender to come have a word.
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The sign read the Frenzied Rabbit. It had been a long time since Ysmeil has had some rest. His feet cracked and caked with mud. His long journey had brought him a long ways. He was determined to find the two responsible for the death of his village. He pulled his hood around him tight, and fixated his mask as not to show a single glimpse of his distorted figure. He was a freak in their eyes, or so he thought. His heart began pounding, the journey was a long one, even longer for one his age. Ysmeil made one last check to make sure no part of his body was protruding from his disguise. He swung open the door, and walked in with a hunch in his back. Some might have mistaken him as one of the gods had he not been so tall and skinny.
"Bartender, an ale please." his voice cracked from the heat outside. His throat was sore as it had not seen any water in ages. His lips were breaking and blistering in places. He was glad no one could see through his disguise. His hand was covered with a glove as he outstretched it to pay the man. "Why all the clothes mister? Are you one of those mysterious beings?" The bartender grasped his hand, not letting go. He stripped the glove off of his hand revealing the bumps and pale skin.
His hood was thrown back by the impact of the floor, his mask was the only thing keeping people from seeing the real him. He moved his fingers to it with a shaky hand. His grip had turned his knuckles tight, tearing it from his face. "Is this what you wanted to see?!" he hissed at the bartender, "Now you see why I cover myself up!" His tone was raised so all of the tavern could hear. His stare bore into the man tending to the bar, the bartender looked away his unease hidden with little avail.
Ysmeil got up and went back to the stool where he sat, his mask lay was slammed down onto the bar, his anger was clearly shown.
((So if the gods can just make us instantly evaporate like that, how in the F*** are we supposed to beat them? They're pretty much the Christian God (Almost!)! Except there is TWO of them! How are we supposed to fight two omnipotent and probably omniscient GODS!?!))
One man near Laz was making quite a ruckus. A big and deformed figure was getting up off the ground. He yelled at the bartender and then re-hid himself. The f***? I've seen crazy sh*t, including mutated bandits, but this one is just plain weird. Laz thought, mildly surprised.
"Hi. Who might you be?" Laz said to the man. ((That's you, 69FoYou.))
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I'm always happy just 'cause there isn't a reason to be sad.
Don't take this as there is nothing that could cause sadness. I just mean it's pointless to dwell on it. I mean, depression is so boring.
((Don't worry, Jum. The Second took a long time to ready that spell. Basically once they emerged, and from there it was about twenty-ish minutes. Just, abridged.))
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[OOC] Do not worry, you won't all die in your way trying to defeat them. Me and Neilsaur are completely ready to answer any questions we can about them that won't disrupt roleplay. You will find a way to defeat them IC. **
"I'm Lazarus. Most call me 'Laz'. So, what brings you here?" Laz asked Ysmeil.
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I'm always happy just 'cause there isn't a reason to be sad.
Don't take this as there is nothing that could cause sadness. I just mean it's pointless to dwell on it. I mean, depression is so boring.
Name: Aisz Really Aiszarientiloniedria, but Aisz for short.
Age: 19
Powers: When Aisz was touched with the powers of the creatures, she had the ability to explode anything cold enough. Cold enough would be below freezing. She can also glow on command, but it uses a decent amount of energy. She is great using lighter weapons such as daggers, and such, but her magic is more effective. She can also drain one's life, but cannot give it to herself, only someone else. This attack thinnens her skin slightly, making her more vulnerable.
Appearance: Her skin is very pale, and slightly tinted blue. Her eyes are sapphire, and she has fiery red hair that reached the middle of her back in waves. She, like her people, are emaciating because they eat very little, but she is 6 ft 2, also like her people. Basically, she's a walking stick. Her people also have very thick skin, so it's hard to make them bleed.
Aisz's people never do laundry, so there clothes are worn, and torn, and dirty. Her shirt happens to be made of rags, only covering what necessary and with one sleeve. Her shirt reaches just below her ribs, and she wears a torn skirt that reaches above her knees. Her shoes are very simple: a platform and material covering the top and back of her feet, to stay on.
Biography: Aisz is from a tribe of people called Sheians. These people are honorable people and have very long names due to their extreme memory. They usually can remember everything from the age of two perfectly. Because of this, though, they have short lifespans, ranging from 30-35 years old, although most of them can't handle remembering everything, and end up killing themselves before then. At 13, you are considered an adult, and are forced to assist your parent of your gender with their job. You are welcome to marry at that age. At 16, you receive 3 jobs from which you are most capable in, and may choose one. Aisz's mother was the doctor, but Aisz's skills were different than her mother's. Her mother would try her best to heal the patient, and Aisz would tell her to just let them die. Even though doctor was one of the suggested jobs, as it always is a suggested job to be the one you worked as for 3 years, she received to others. These jobs were a warrior, or an assassin. The assassin was a secret job, and you weren't allowed to tell anyone about it. If you were an assassin, you were to kill anyone the elders told you to kill without hesitation. The reason for these murders where to maintain society. If someone started babbling about how terrible life was, the others would also get depressed, causing suicide at an earlier age. Az smiled when they told her her job. She hasn't ever killed anyone until that point, but she enjoyed it so much until it was her own father she had to kill. She couldn't. Of course, she knew the consequences, but she just couldn't. She didn't have to, either, because the pair of creatures wiped everyone out of her village one-by-one, extincting them. She hid, knowing she wouldn't be safe anyway, but she couldn't think of anything else to do. The pair of creatures saw she was there, but had something else in mind. They left her there, in the ashes of her home, giving her power she wished she never had.
Aisz can speak everyone else's language, (English) but cannot read, as her people have a different alphabet. The currency in her village are small, diamond-shaped pieces of wood. Three of them are about enough to buy a hot meal. She has about 90. Alcohol in her village was invented, but they only use it for medicinal purposes, and never drink it to pass the time. Because of this,she is very vulnerable to the effects of alcohol, and it is almost deadly to her. Her village wasn't very far from two others, but the only information they traded was language so that if necessary, they'd be able have an ally in war.
Personality: Almost forgot this one. :biggrin.gif: Az has a strong will to live, and loves to fight. She doesn't feel sympathy for anyone unless it's someone she loves. It's hard to befriend her because she doesn't feel the need to have a friend. She's happiest when she's fighting, but she can be calm and gentle, and tends to help people when things are quiet. Due to her helping her mother for 3 years, she has vast knowledge about medicinal herbs. She is stubborn and will never feel her life is hard no matter what situation. Of course, she is a Sheian, so she contains knowledge others may not know, but she is the last of her kind. Az is different from most Sheians. She is... unique. Well, maybe she'll live longer. Maybe she won't die at all. Maybe that's just it. Maybe immortality will be the death of her.
Additional info: She likes cookies with extra #!#.
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((EDIT: I just read Jum's app, and it's funny how we have some similar things. 19, 6 ft 2...))
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Ysmeil, intimidated by the man's height, was hesitant to answer. "I've come to get my revenge on those damned cloaked figures. Look at what they did to me! Im hideous!" he flipped his hands over and over showing him the bumps on them.
Don't take this as there is nothing that could cause sadness. I just mean it's pointless to dwell on it. I mean, depression is so boring.
Don't take this as there is nothing that could cause sadness. I just mean it's pointless to dwell on it. I mean, depression is so boring.
Four Months Ago
The First Brother stepped out of a bush, his arms wide open. The Second Brother came out behind him, his arms crossed. The two Brothers were polar opposites, despite being twins. The First was cocky, arrogant, and killed for '****in' fun'. The First was the one who would eventually give the inhabitants of the planet it's powers, to make it only slightly more challenging. The Second was here on a mission. To exterminate the Earth of it's inhabitants, so he could rule the world on his own. The Brothers never left each others side, as they were bound together. If they got to far away, their powers would dwindle (If Absolete doesn't want this, I can change it easy).
A crowd circled them. Who were these strange men, and what did they want? Their grab was sure strange. The First wore a leather top, with a black scarf along his neck. A steel glove rested on his right hand. He wore intricate pants, colored black and lined with gold. His hair was cropped short, and a cocky grinned spread across his face. The other was more serious. A long black robe, adorned with golden words of another language, fell past his feet. A silver hood covered the top half of his face. He wore a purple cape, flowing in the wind.
The First pointed to three people in the crowd. "You there!" He said in an obnoxious tone. "I've given you all special abilities. Come kill me."
One man stepped forward. "We aren't killers. I don't care what you've done to us, we won't kill you."
The first frowned, and five children from the crowd dropped to their knees - dead.
"I've killed your children. Now, will you kill me?" A devilish grin reached his face, and the three men charged with enhanced speed. They were on him in a blink of an eye - and they just evaporated.
"Damnit, Brother! I was going to have fun with them,." The First yelled angrily at his twin.
"I have a mission. I will not be distracted by your foolish games." The Second replied, as a fire spread from his feet, tearing through the crowds and lighting the city on fire.
His small hut was in ashes- No, worse than ashes, dust. A small hum of radiation rang from the crater in its place, constantly, unceasingly, and Solis knew that, left untouched, it would glow when night came. Why? Why does this happen to me? Why can't I just die and let it be over with? He thought miserably. I hate this curse...
Despite his thoughts, Solis knew that he had a dilemma to face. He would have to leave the town, and soon, or else questions would be asked. But to leave, he had to prepare, and to prepare, he had to enter the small city immediatly. Why is life always so hard for me?
While he was thinking, he stood up, and held up a hand, palm outwards. Then, slowly, he began to will the buzzing radiation into his hand, and it came, in a translucent, buzzing flow, like heat shimmers. After a minute, the energy floated in a sun-like sphere above has palm. He closed his hand into a fist, and when he opened it, the power was gone, absorbed into him. Better that than it stays here, he told himself.
Quickly, without another look back, he left the place. Soon he was in the city. Taking a sharp turn, he came upon the side of a familiar building, the tavern a close friend of his owned. He would be able to supply the long journey head. Without thinking, his body turned into pure energy, and when he could open his eyes again, he was in an abandoned corner of the Frenzied Rabbit. No time for going unoticed now, he thought, But I hope no one saw that. He sat down at a lonely table, and called for the bartender to come have a word.
"Bartender, an ale please." his voice cracked from the heat outside. His throat was sore as it had not seen any water in ages. His lips were breaking and blistering in places. He was glad no one could see through his disguise. His hand was covered with a glove as he outstretched it to pay the man. "Why all the clothes mister? Are you one of those mysterious beings?" The bartender grasped his hand, not letting go. He stripped the glove off of his hand revealing the bumps and pale skin.
His hood was thrown back by the impact of the floor, his mask was the only thing keeping people from seeing the real him. He moved his fingers to it with a shaky hand. His grip had turned his knuckles tight, tearing it from his face. "Is this what you wanted to see?!" he hissed at the bartender, "Now you see why I cover myself up!" His tone was raised so all of the tavern could hear. His stare bore into the man tending to the bar, the bartender looked away his unease hidden with little avail.
Ysmeil got up and went back to the stool where he sat, his mask lay was slammed down onto the bar, his anger was clearly shown.
One man near Laz was making quite a ruckus. A big and deformed figure was getting up off the ground. He yelled at the bartender and then re-hid himself. The f***? I've seen crazy sh*t, including mutated bandits, but this one is just plain weird. Laz thought, mildly surprised.
"Hi. Who might you be?" Laz said to the man. ((That's you, 69FoYou.))
Don't take this as there is nothing that could cause sadness. I just mean it's pointless to dwell on it. I mean, depression is so boring.
Don't take this as there is nothing that could cause sadness. I just mean it's pointless to dwell on it. I mean, depression is so boring.
Name: Aisz Really Aiszarientiloniedria, but Aisz for short.
Age: 19
Powers: When Aisz was touched with the powers of the creatures, she had the ability to explode anything cold enough. Cold enough would be below freezing. She can also glow on command, but it uses a decent amount of energy. She is great using lighter weapons such as daggers, and such, but her magic is more effective. She can also drain one's life, but cannot give it to herself, only someone else. This attack thinnens her skin slightly, making her more vulnerable.
Appearance: Her skin is very pale, and slightly tinted blue. Her eyes are sapphire, and she has fiery red hair that reached the middle of her back in waves. She, like her people, are emaciating because they eat very little, but she is 6 ft 2, also like her people. Basically, she's a walking stick. Her people also have very thick skin, so it's hard to make them bleed.
Aisz's people never do laundry, so there clothes are worn, and torn, and dirty. Her shirt happens to be made of rags, only covering what necessary and with one sleeve. Her shirt reaches just below her ribs, and she wears a torn skirt that reaches above her knees. Her shoes are very simple: a platform and material covering the top and back of her feet, to stay on.
Biography: Aisz is from a tribe of people called Sheians. These people are honorable people and have very long names due to their extreme memory. They usually can remember everything from the age of two perfectly. Because of this, though, they have short lifespans, ranging from 30-35 years old, although most of them can't handle remembering everything, and end up killing themselves before then. At 13, you are considered an adult, and are forced to assist your parent of your gender with their job. You are welcome to marry at that age. At 16, you receive 3 jobs from which you are most capable in, and may choose one. Aisz's mother was the doctor, but Aisz's skills were different than her mother's. Her mother would try her best to heal the patient, and Aisz would tell her to just let them die. Even though doctor was one of the suggested jobs, as it always is a suggested job to be the one you worked as for 3 years, she received to others. These jobs were a warrior, or an assassin. The assassin was a secret job, and you weren't allowed to tell anyone about it. If you were an assassin, you were to kill anyone the elders told you to kill without hesitation. The reason for these murders where to maintain society. If someone started babbling about how terrible life was, the others would also get depressed, causing suicide at an earlier age. Az smiled when they told her her job. She hasn't ever killed anyone until that point, but she enjoyed it so much until it was her own father she had to kill. She couldn't. Of course, she knew the consequences, but she just couldn't. She didn't have to, either, because the pair of creatures wiped everyone out of her village one-by-one, extincting them. She hid, knowing she wouldn't be safe anyway, but she couldn't think of anything else to do. The pair of creatures saw she was there, but had something else in mind. They left her there, in the ashes of her home, giving her power she wished she never had.
Aisz can speak everyone else's language, (English) but cannot read, as her people have a different alphabet. The currency in her village are small, diamond-shaped pieces of wood. Three of them are about enough to buy a hot meal. She has about 90. Alcohol in her village was invented, but they only use it for medicinal purposes, and never drink it to pass the time. Because of this,she is very vulnerable to the effects of alcohol, and it is almost deadly to her. Her village wasn't very far from two others, but the only information they traded was language so that if necessary, they'd be able have an ally in war.
Personality: Almost forgot this one. :biggrin.gif: Az has a strong will to live, and loves to fight. She doesn't feel sympathy for anyone unless it's someone she loves. It's hard to befriend her because she doesn't feel the need to have a friend. She's happiest when she's fighting, but she can be calm and gentle, and tends to help people when things are quiet. Due to her helping her mother for 3 years, she has vast knowledge about medicinal herbs. She is stubborn and will never feel her life is hard no matter what situation. Of course, she is a Sheian, so she contains knowledge others may not know, but she is the last of her kind. Az is different from most Sheians. She is... unique. Well, maybe she'll live longer. Maybe she won't die at all. Maybe that's just it. Maybe immortality will be the death of her.
Additional info: She likes cookies with extra #!#.
Want me to add anything: Do I? Nah.
((EDIT: I just read Jum's app, and it's funny how we have some similar things. 19, 6 ft 2...))
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